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You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.

Episode Script:
INT. TARDIS
Picking up where the last episode left off - Rose runs into the TARDIS and joins the Doctor.
THE DOCTOR: Right then, Rose Tyler, you tell me, where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time. What's it going to be?
ROSE: Forwards.
The Doctor presses a few buttons.
THE DOCTOR: How far?
ROSE (picking random number): One hundred years.
He pulls a lever and turns a knob. The engines lurch and then stop after a few seconds.
THE DOCTOR: There you go, step outside those doors, it's the twenty-second century.
ROSE: You're kidding.
THE DOCTOR: That's a bit boring though, do you want to go further?
ROSE: Fine by me!
The Doctor starts up the engines again. When they stop, he looks at her.
THE DOCTOR: Ten thousand years in the future. Step outside, it's the year 12005, the New Roman Empire.
ROSE (teasingly): You think you're so impressive.
THE DOCTOR: I AM so impressive!
ROSE: You wish!
THE DOCTOR: Right then, you asked for it. I know exactly where to go. (Revs up the engine, pumps a lever furiously). Hold on!
The TARDIS hurtles through the time vortex. With a pinging noise, the TARDIS stops.
ROSE: Where are we?
The Doctor gestures towards the doors. Rose smiles excitedly.
ROSE (CONT'D): What's out there?
The Doctor gestures again. Rose steps outside the doors.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Rose finds herself in some kind of wooden room. The Doctor follows her and with his sonic screwdriver, opens the shutters of an enormous window. They go down the stairs and find themselves looking down on the planet Earth.
THE DOCTOR: You lot. You spend all your time thinking about dying. Like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible. Maybe you survive. This is the year 5.5/apple/26. Five billion years in your future. This is the day... hold on... (Looks at his watch). This is the day the sun expands. Welcome to the end of the world.
OPENING CREDITS
EXT. PLATFORM ONE
Two space shuttles zoom towards Platform One, essentially a huge space station.
COMPUTER VOICE: Shuttles 5 and 6 now docking. Guests are reminded that platform 1 forbids the use of weapons, teleportation and religion. Earth Death is scheduled for 15:39, followed by drinks in the Manchester Suite.
INT. PLATFORM ONE, CORRIDOR
Rose and the Doctor are walking down a corridor.
ROSE: So, when it says 'guests' does that mean people?
THE DOCTOR: Depends what you mean by people.
ROSE: I mean people. What do you mean?
THE DOCTOR: Aliens.
ROSE: What are they doing on board this spaceship? What's it all for?
The Doctor starts to open a door with his sonic screwdriver.
THE DOCTOR: It's not really a spaceship. More like an observation deck. The great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn.
ROSE: What for?
THE DOCTOR: Fun.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
They enter a large observation gallery.
THE DOCTOR: Mind you, when I said the great and the good, what I mean is, the rich.
ROSE: But, hold on, they did this once on "Newsround Extra", the sun expanding, that takes hundreds of years.
THE DOCTOR: Millions. But the planet's now property of the National Trust. They've been keeping it preserved. See down there? (Points out of the window at tiny glints of light orbiting the Earth). Gravity satellite. That's holding back the sun.
ROSE (peering out of the window at Earth). The planet looks the same as ever. I thought the continents shifted and things.
THE DOCTOR: They did. And the trust shifted them back. That's a classic Earth. But now the money's run out, nature takes over!
ROSE: How long has it got?
The Doctor looks at his watch.
THE DOCTOR: About half an hour. And the planet gets roasted.
ROSE: Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you do? Jump in at the last minute and save the Earth?
THE DOCTOR: I'm not saving it. Time's up.
ROSE: But what about the people?
THE DOCTOR: It's empty! They're all gone. All left.
Rose looks back to the window, realization spreading across her face.
ROSE: Just me then.
The Steward hurries towards them.
STEWARD: Who the hell are you?
THE DOCTOR: Oh! That's nice, thanks.
STEWARD: But how did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked! They're on their way any second now!
THE DOCTOR: That's me, I'm a guest, look! I've got an invitation! (Flashes a small leather wallet at the Steward). Look, there you see? It's fine, see? The Doctor plus one. I'm the Doctor, this is Rose Tyler. She's my plus one. That all right?
STEWARD: Well... obviously. (Doctor grins). Apologies, et cetera. If you're on-board, we'd better start. Enjoy.
The Doctor nods at him. After the steward walks off, the Doctor shows Rose the card he had flashed at the steward. It is completely blank.
THE DOCTOR: The paper's slightly psychic. Shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time.
ROSE: He's blue.
THE DOCTOR: Yeah.
ROSE: Okay...
The steward is now speaking through a microphone at the other end of the suite.
STEWARD: We have in attendance, the Doctor and Rose Tyler. Thank you! All staff to their positions.
He claps his hands and a lot of little blue people (the staff) start scurrying around.
STEWARD (CONT'D): Hurry now! Thank you, as quick as we can! Come along, come along! And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest, representing the forest of Cheem, we have Trees. Namely, Jabe, Lute and Coffa.
Jabe, Lute and Coffa walk through the doors.
STEWARD (CONT'D): There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace. If you can keep the room circulating, thank you. Next, from the solicitors Jolco and Jolco, the Moxx of Balhoon.
The Doctor smiles cheerily, as Rose looks on bewildered.
STEWARD (CONT'D): And next, from Financial Family Seven, we have the Adherents of the Repeated Meme.
The Doctor chuckles at the look on Rose's face.
STEWARD (CONT'D): The inventors of hyposlip travel systems, the brothers Hop Pyleen. Thank you!
Enter new aliens.
STEWARD (CONT'D): Cal 'Spark Plug'.
Enter new aliens.
STEWARD (CONT'D): Mr. and Mrs. Pakoo.
Enter new aliens.
STEWARD (CONT'D): The Ambassadors from the City State of Binding Light.
Jabe approaches the Doctor. Either side of her, her companions are holding plant trays with little shoots in them.
JABE: The Gift of Peace. (Takes a cutting, hands it to the Doctor). I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather.
THE DOCTOR: Thank you! (Gives it to Rose). Yes, gifts... erm...
He clears his throat and starts feeling his jacket for something, finding nothing, he says :
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): I give you in return, air from my lungs.
He blows gently onto Jabe's face, who closes her eyes briefly.
JABE: How... intimate.
THE DOCTOR (flirtatiously): There's more where that came from.
JABE: I bet there is...
Rose has the sort of look on her face that is to be expected of someone who has just witnessed their companion flirting with a tree.
STEWARD: Sponsor of the main event, please welcome the Face of Boe.
A huge head in an equally huge jar is wheeled through the doors. The Moxx of Balhoon approaches the Doctor and Rose.
THE DOCTOR: The Moxx of Balhoon.
MOXX OF BALHOON: My felicitations on this historical happenstance. I give you the gift of bodily saliva.
He spits accurately into Rose's left eye.
THE DOCTOR (laughs): Thank you very much.
Rose rubs the spit out of her eye. Next, the Adherents of the Repeated Meme approach them.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): Ah! The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. I bring you air from my lungs.
He breathes heavily over them all.
ADHERENT: A gift of peace in all good faith.
He holds out a large silver egg, which the Doctor takes, throws up into the air, catches, and hands to Rose.
STEWARD: And last but not least, our very special guest. Ladies and Gentlemen, and Trees and Multiforms. Consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth The Last Human.
The Doctor looks at Rose to see her reaction. The sliding doors open and what looks like a vertical trampoline made of human skin is wheeled through. It has eyes and a mouth, and wears lipstick.
STEWARD: The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen.
CASSANDRA: Oh, now, don't stare. I know, I know it's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference! Look how thin I am.
The Doctor laughs silently but heartily and looks at Rose, who looks shocked.
CASSANDRA (CONT'D): Thin and dainty! I don't look a day over two thousand. Moisturize me, moisturize me.
One of the two men in white body suits who wheeled her in is holding a canister, which he sprays onto Cassandra.
CASSANDRA (CONT'D): Truly, I am The Last Human.
Rose creeps closer for a better look.
CASSANDRA: My father was a Texan. My mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth and were the last to be buried in the soil.
Rose has been walking around to the other side of Cassandra, to get a good view of her from all angels. She is completely flat.
CASSANDRA: I have come to honour them and... (Sniffs)...say goodbye. Oh, no tears. (Bodyguard wipes her eyes). No tears. I'm sorry. But behold! I bring gifts. From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg.
One of the staff comes in and displays the egg to the room.
CASSANDRA (CONT'D): Legend says it had a wingspan of 50 feet and blew fire from its nostrils.
Rose looks mildly confused.
CASSANDRA (CONT'D): Or was that my third husband?
Rose rolls her eyes but the Doctor laughs.
CASSANDRA: Who knows! Oh don't laugh. I'll get laughter lines!
She laughs and mumbles to herself for a few seconds. Behind her, a large jukebox is wheeled into the room.
CASSANDRA (CONT'D): And here, another rarity. According to the archives, this was called an iPod. It stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers.
Rose looks amazed.
CASSANDRA (CONT'D): Play on!
One of the staff presses a button and a record falls into place. The 'iPod' starts playing Tainted Love by Soft Cell. The Doctor bops around appreciatively.
STEWARD: Refreshments will now be served. Earth Death in 30 minutes.
Rose has a lost, overwhelmed expression on her face. Everywhere she looks there are aliens, but no other humans. She rushes from the gallery. Concerned, the Doctor starts to follow her, but is stopped by Jabe.
JABE: Doctor? (She snaps a photo of him when he pauses). Thank you.
The Doctor proceeds on. Jabe walks in the opposite direction. The Adherents of the Repeated Meme are offering the Steward a silver egg.
ADHERENT: A gift of peace in all good faith.
STEWARD: No, you're very kind, but I'm just the Steward.
The Adherents of the Repeated Meme holds the egg out more persistently.
ADHERENT: A gift of peace in all good faith.
STEWARD: Oh, yes. Thank you. Of course.
He takes the egg. Meanwhile, Jabe is trying to get her computer to identify the Doctor's species.
JABE: Identify species. Please identify species.
The computer makes a small whistling noise.
JABE (CONT'D): Now, stop it. Identify his race. Where's he from? (After a moment, stares at the computer in disbelief, hushed). It's impossible.
In a nearby glass cabinet, a metal robotic spider climbs out of one of the metal eggs that the Adherents of the Repeated Meme had been handing out.
INT. PLATFORM ONE ROOM, SHAFT
Rose, in another part of the ship, looks out of a window at the raging sun. She jumps when another one of the staff comes into the room, this one female. Her name is Raffalo.
ROSE: Sorry, am I allowed to be in here?
The employee looks around uneasily.
RAFFALO: You have to give us permission to talk.
She looks at Rose expectantly. Rose looks unsure.
ROSE: Uh... you... have permission...?
RAFFALO: Thank you! And, no. You're not in the way. Guests are allowed anywhere.
ROSE: 'Kay.
Raffalo goes to a panel in the wall and enters a code. Rose watches her.
ROSE: What's your name?
RAFFALO: Raffalo.
ROSE: Raffalo?
RAFFALO: Yes, Miss. I won't be long, I've just got to carry out some maintenance.
She kneels before an air vent.
RAFFALO (CONT'D): There's a tiny little glitch in the Face of Boe suite. There must be something blocking the system - he's not getting any hot water.
ROSE: So, you're a plumber?
RAFFALO: That's right, Miss.
ROSE: They still have plumbers?
RAFFALO: I hope so! Else I'm out of a job!
Rose laughs.
ROSE: Where are you from?
RAFFALO: Crespallion.
ROSE: That's a planet, is it?
RAFFALO: No, Crespallion's part of the Jaggit Brocade, affiliated to the Scarlet Junction, Convex 56. And where are you from, Miss? (Seems to remember herself). If you don't mind me asking.
ROSE: No! Not at all. Erm... I dunno, a long way away... I just sort of, hitched a lift with this man. (Only just realising the risk she's taken herself). I didn't even think about it... I don't even know who he is... he's a complete stranger...
Raffalo looks slightly worried. Rose snaps herself out of it.
ROSE (CONT'D): Anyway, don't let me keep you. Good luck with it!
She begins to walk away.
RAFFALO: Thank you, Miss. And... (Rose turns). Thank you for the permission. Not many people are that considerate.
ROSE (smiles): 'Kay. See you later.
Roffalo nods and smiles. When Rose has gone, she takes the cover off the air vent.
RAFFALO: Now then.
She peers into the vent and then speaks into a small microphone attached to her collar..
RAFFALO (CONT'D): Control, I'm at Junction 19 and I think the problem's coming from in here. I'll go inside and have a look. (Hears small tapping). What's that? Is there something in there?
The metal spider we saw breaking out of the egg earlier appears at the end of the shaft.
RAFFALO (CONT'D): Oh! Who are you, then?
The spider scurries away as if frightened.
RAFFALO (CONT'D): Hold on! I... if you're an upgrade I just need to register you, that's all. Oh, come back!
A red beam of light falling on Raffalo's face tells us the spider has come back.
RAFFALO (CONT'D): Ah, there you are. Now, I just need to register your ident.
Another spider joins the first.
RAFFALO (CONT'D): Oh, there's two of you! Got yourself a little mate! (Giggles). I think I'd better report this to control. How many of you are there? (A third spider appears, and then a fourth). What are you? Oh, no. No. Nooooo!
She is dragged head first into the air vent.
INT. STEWARD'S OFFICE
The steward enters and puts his egg on a nearby table and sits down. He listens to Control speaking.
STEWARD: What's that? Well, how should I know? (Activates loudspeaker).Would the owner of the blue box in private gallery 15 please report to the steward's office immediately. Guests are reminded that use of all teleportation devices is strictly forbidden under Peace Treaty 5.4/cup/16. Thank you.
While he is talking, a spider has broken out of his egg and run up the opposite wall.
EXT. PLATFORM ONE
We are shown another shot of the burning sun and the satellite over the Earth.
COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 25 minutes. Earth Death in 25 minutes.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Rose sits on the steps, throwing the egg up in the air and catching it again when she hears this announcement.
ROSE: Oh, thanks.
She puts the egg down and turns her attention to the cutting of Jabe's grandfather. She picks it up.
ROSE (CONT'D): Hello! My name's Rose. That's a sort of plant. We might be related...
She suddenly realizes what she is doing and hurriedly puts the plant down.
ROSE (CONT'D): I'm talking to a twig.
Behind her, the spider breaks out of the egg.
INT. PLATFORM ONE, CORRIDOR
The TARDIS is being dragged away by some of the staff.
THE DOCTOR: Oi, now, careful with that. Park it properly. No scratches.
One of them walks up to the Doctor, squeaks at him, hands him a card and walks away again. The Doctor reads it - it says 'Have a nice day'. The Doctor looks at the retreating staff's back as if he or she is completely off his or her rocker, and walks off. A few of the metal spiders scurry up the wall behind him. A few more are running along the air vent.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
The spider that came out of Rose's egg appears to be scanning her hand, but Rose is completely oblivious. It jumps and runs to the air vent when the Doctor's voice floats through the door.
THE DOCTOR: Rose? Are you in there?
The spider scrambles through the vent just in time, before the Doctor comes through the door.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): Aye aye! (Sits on other side of stairs). What do you think, then?
ROSE: Great! Yeah... fine. Once you get past the slightly psychic paper...
The Doctor laughs. There is a short pause.
ROSE (CONT'D): They're just, so alien. (Doctor looks at her questioningly). The aliens. Are so alien. You look at 'em... and they're alien.
THE DOCTOR: Good thing I didn't take you to the Deep South.
ROSE (as if looking at him properly for the first time): Where are you from?
THE DOCTOR: All over the place.
ROSE: They all speak English.
THE DOCTOR: No, you just hear English. It's a gift of the TARDIS. Telepathic field, gets inside your brain, translates.
ROSE: It's inside my brain?
THE DOCTOR: Well, in a good way. ROSE (colder, starting to sound angry): Your machine gets inside my head. It gets inside and it changes my mind, and you didn't even ask?
THE DOCTOR (thrown): I didn't think about it like that.
ROSE (angrily): No! You were too busy thinking up cheap shots about the Deep South! Who are you then, Doctor? What are you called? What sort of alien are you?
The Doctor sits up and looks away from her.
THE DOCTOR: I'm just The Doctor.
ROSE: From what planet?
THE DOCTOR: Well, it's not as if you'll know where it is!
ROSE: Where are you from?!
THE DOCTOR: What does it matter?
ROSE: Tell me who you are!
THE DOCTOR (suddenly angry): This is who I am, right here, right now, alright? All that counts is here and now, and this is me!
ROSE: Yeah, and I'm here too because you brought me here, so just tell me!
The Doctor gets up and walks down the steps away from her.
COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 20 minutes. Earth Death in 20 minutes.
After a few moments, Rose gets up and follows the Doctor down the steps.
ROSE: Alright... as my mate Shareen says... don't argue with the designated driver...
The Doctor, with his back turned to her, smiles at that. Rose gets her mobile out of her pocket.
ROSE (CONT'D): Can't exactly call for a taxi... there's no signal. We're out of range. Just a bit!
THE DOCTOR: Tell you what...
He takes the phone from her.
THE DOCTOR: With a little bit of jiggery pokery...
He takes the back off the phone.
ROSE: Is that a technical term, "jiggery pokery"?
THE DOCTOR: Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery, what about you?
ROSE: Nah, failed hullabaloo.
THE DOCTOR: Oooh. (Fits in a new battery, hands phone back to Rose). There you go.
Rose takes it and looks at him uncertainly. He nods. Rose gets her mum's number onto the screen and puts the phone to her ear. It rings.
INT. TYLER'S KITCHEN
We find ourselves in the Jackie's kitchen, 2005.
JACKIE: Hello?
ROSE: Mum?
Jackie, at home, is putting some washing into the machine.
JACKIE: Oh, what is it? What's wrong? What have I done now? Oh, this red top's falling to bits! You should get your money back. Go on! There must be something, you never phone in the middle of the day!
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Rose laughs.
INT. TYLER'S KITCHEN
JACKIE: What's so funny?
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
ROSE: Nothing! You all right, though?
INT. TYLER'S KITCHEN
JACKIE: Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
ROSE: What day is it?
INT. TYLER'S KITCHEN
JACKIE: Wednesday. All day. You got a hangover? Oh, I tell you what, put a quid in that lottery syndicate, I'll pay you back later.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
ROSE: Yeah, um, I was just calling 'cause I might be late home.
INT. TYLER'S KITCHEN
JACKIE: Is there something wrong?
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
ROSE: No! I'm fine! Top of the world!
The Doctor laughs.
INT. TYLER'S KITCHEN
Jackie puts the phone down.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Rose lowers the mobile, stunned.
THE DOCTOR: Think that's amazing, you want to see the bill.
ROSE: That was 5 billion years ago. So... she's dead now. Five billion years later, my mum's dead.
THE DOCTOR: Bundle of laughs, you are.
The ship shudders.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D) (rather pleased and curious): That's not supposed to happen...
INT. STEWARD'S OFFICE
STEWARD (to control): Well, what was it? I'm just getting green lights at this end. (Activates loudspeaker). Honoured guests may be reassured that gravity pockets may cause slight turbulence, thanking you.
As soon as it is switched off again, he speaks angrily to control again.
STEWARD (CONT'D): The whole place shook! I felt it! I've hosted all sorts of events on platforms 1, 3, 6 and 15 and I've never felt the slightest tremor. I warn you, if this lot decide to sue... I'm going to scan the infrastructure. (Presses a few buttons). What's that?
A spider scurries down the wall behind him.
STEWARD (CONT'D): Control, I don't want to worry you, but I'm picking up readings... (Computer beeps). I have no idea! Well, they're small, and the scan says they're metal... (Computer beeps, frustrated). I don't know what they look like!
Suddenly, he spots the spider, which is now pottering around on his desk next to his mug.
STEWARD (CONT'D): Although, I imagine they might look rather like that... you're not on the guest list... how did you get on board...?
The spider looks at him almost mockingly and presses a yellow button on the control panel. The computerized woman's voice booms out again.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter deactivated.
STEWARD: No. No!
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter descending.
The sunfilter does indeed, descend.
STEWARD (frantic): No! Sunfilter, up! No, no, no!
He fumbles frantically with the buttons on the control panels, but too late.
STEWARD (CONT'D): Sunfilter up! Sunfilter up!
Blinding light engulfs the steward.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter descending.
The Steward screams. Outside the room, the spider escapes through an air vent.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
The guests are completely oblivious to the commotion, chatting to each other. The Moxx of Balhoon is talking to the Face of Boe.
MOXX OF BALHOON: ...this is the Bad Wolf scenario...
The Doctor and Rose enter.
THE DOCTOR: That wasn't a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they don't feel like that.
He is fiddling with a control panel next to the door. Jabe approaches them.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): What do you think, Jabe? Listened to the engines, they pitched up about 30 hertz, is that dodgy or what?
JABE: It's the sound of metal, it doesn't make any sense to me.
THE DOCTOR: Where's the engine room?
JABE: I don't know... but the maintenance duct is just behind our guest's suite, I could show you. And... (Gestures Rose) ...your wife.
THE DOCTOR: She's not my wife.
JABE: Partner?
THE DOCTOR: No.
JABE: Concubine?
THE DOCTOR: Nope.
Jabe looks at Rose.
JABE: Prostitute...
ROSE (insulted): Whatever I am, it must be invisible, do you mind? Tell you what, you two go and pollinate, I'm going to catch up with family. Quick word with Michael Jackson.
She makes her way over to Cassandra.
THE DOCTOR: Don't start a fight. (Proffers arm to Jabe). I'm all yours.
ROSE (watching them leave): And I want you home by midnight!
The Doctor grins back at her.
COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 15 minutes. Earth Death in 15 minutes.
[SCENE_BREAK]
INT. MAINTENANCE CORRIDOR
Before the Doctor and Jabe enter, several spiders scurry out of view.
THE DOCTOR: Who's in charge of Platform One? Is there a captain or what?
JABE: There's just the steward and the staff. All the rest is controlled by the metal man.
THE DOCTOR: You mean the computer? But who controls that?
JABE: The Corporation. They move Platform One from one artistic event to another.
The Doctor is silent for a moment.
THE DOCTOR: But there's no one from the corporation on board.
JABE: They're not needed. This facility is purely automatic. It's the height of the alpha class. Nothing can go wrong.
THE DOCTOR: Unsinkable?
JABE: If you like. The nautical metaphor is appropriate.
THE DOCTOR: You're telling me. I was on board another ship once. They said that was unsinkable... I ended up clinging to an iceberg, it wasn't half cold. (Stops a moment). So, what you're saying is, if we get in trouble there's no one to help us out?
JABE: I'm afraid not.
THE DOCTOR (grinning): Fantastic.
He starts walking again.
JABE: I don't understand. In what way is THAT fantastic?
Behind them, a spider creeps out of its hiding place.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
Rose is talking to Cassandra. They are looking out of a window at the sun and down at the Earth.
CASSANDRA: Soon, the sun will blossom into a red giant, and my home will die. That's where I used to live, when I was a little boy. Down there. Mummy and Daddy had a little house built into the side of the Los Angeles Crevice. (Sighs). I had such fun.
ROSE: What happened to everyone else? The Human Race, where did it go?
CASSANDRA: They say Mankind has touched every star in the sky.
ROSE: So, you're NOT the last human.
CASSANDRA: I am the last PURE human. The others... mingled. (Disgusted). Oh, they call themselves "New Humans" and "Proto-humans" and "Digi-humans" even "Human-ish" but you know what I call them? (Lowers her voice to a whisper). Mongrels.
ROSE: Right. And you stayed behind.
CASSANDRA: I kept myself pure.
ROSE: How many operations have you had?
CASSANDRA: 708. Next week, it's 709, I'm having my blood bleached. Is that why you wanted a word? You could be flatter, Rose. You've got a little bit of a chin poking out.
ROSE: I'd rather die.
CASSANDRA: Honestly, it doesn't hurt...
ROSE: No, I mean it. I'd rather die. It's better to die than live like you, a bitchy trampoline.
CASSANDRA: Oh well. What do you know.
ROSE: I was born on that planet. And so was my mum, and so was my dad and that makes me officially the last human being in this room, 'cause you're not human. You've had it all nipped and tucked and flattened till there's nothing left. Anything human got chucked in the bin. You're just skin, Cassandra. Lipstick and skin. Nice talking.
She walks off. The Adherents of the Repeated Meme watch her leave through the sliding doors.
INT. MAINTENANCE CORRIDOR
The Doctor and Jabe are still making their way down the corridor, the low ceiling forcing them to stoop slightly.
THE DOCTOR: So, tell me, Jabe. What's a tree like you doing in a place like this?
JABE: Respect for the Earth.
THE DOCTOR: Oh, come on. Everyone on this platform's worth zillions.
JABE: Well... perhaps it's a case of having to be seen at the right occasions.
THE DOCTOR: In case your share prices drop? I know you lot. You've got massive forests everywhere, roots everywhere, and there's always money in land.
JABE: All the same. You respect the Earth as family. So many species evolved from that planet. Mankind is only one. I'm another. My ancestors were transplanted from the planet down below. And I'm a direct descendant of the tropical rainforest.
The Doctor looks impressed. He then points to a control panel.
THE DOCTOR: Excuse me.
He gets out his sonic screwdriver and starts poking the screen with it.
JABE: And what about your ancestry, Doctor? Perhaps you could tell a story or two... perhaps a man only enjoys trouble when there's nothing else left... (No answer). I scanned you earlier. The metal machine had trouble identifying your species, refused to admit your existence.
The Doctor pretends to be concentrating on the scan, but a flicker of emotion passes across his face.
JABE (CONT'D): And even when it named you, I wouldn't believe it. But it was right.
The Doctor stops scanning. Deep sadness is reflected in his eyes. Jabe's tone is hushed, awed.
JABE (CONT'D): I know where you're from. Forgive me for intruding, but it's remarkable that you even exist. I just want to say... how sorry I am.
Jabe puts a comforting hand on his arm. The Doctor's eyes are filled with tears. He places his hand over hers, and a tear falls down his cheek. He quickly finishes the scan and he and Jabe go through a door.
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER
The Doctor and Jabe find themselves in the ventillation chamber. There are huge fans circulating in there. The Doctor looks down at Jabe.
THE DOCTOR: Is it me, or is it a bit nippy?
INT. PLATFORM ONE, CORRIDOR
Rose walks alone down a corridor. The Adherents of the Repeated Meme are coming from the other end. She smiles at them, but the front one strikes her to the ground where she lies unconscious as they drag her from view.
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER
THE DOCTOR: Fair do's, though, that's a great bit of air conditioning. Sort of, nice and old fashioned. Bet they call it "retro". (Scans another control panel with his sonic screwdriver). Gotcha.
The panel falls off and a spider scuttles out and scurries across the floor and up the wall. The Doctor and Jabe watch it.
THE DOCTOR: What the hell's that?
JABE: Is it part of the "retro"?
THE DOCTOR: I don't think so. Hold on.
He points the screwdriver at the spider. However, Jabe fires something up at the spider, disabling it. It comes falling into the Doctor's hand.
THE DOCTOR: Hey! Nice liana!
JABE: Thank you! We're not supposed to show them in public.
THE DOCTOR: Don't worry, I won't tell anybody. (Turns his attention to the spider). Now then. Who's been bringing the pets on board?
JABE: What does it do?
THE DOCTOR: Sabotage.
COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 10 minutes.
THE DOCTOR: And the temperature's about to rocket. Come on.
They hurry from the chamber.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
The aliens mill about.
CASSANDRA: The planet's end. Come gather! Come gather! Bid farewell to the cradle of civilization. Let us mourn her with a traditional ballad.
Britney Spears' Toxic suddenly blasts out of the enormous iPod.
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE STEWARD'S OFFICE
The Doctor and Jabe hurry along, the corridor is filled with smoke and the staff are coughing squeaky little coughs.
THE DOCTOR: Come on! Get back!
He moves his sonic screwdriver over another control panel.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter rising. Sunfilter rising.
JABE (concerned): Was the Steward in there?!
THE DOCTOR: You can smell him. Hold on, there's another sun filter program to descend.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
'Toxic' plays loudly as Rose wakes up, rubbing her head.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter descending. Sunfilter descending.
Rose sits up in alarm as the Sunfilter descends. She runs to the door and knocks on it frantically.
ROSE: Let me out!
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter descending.
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VIEWING GALLERY
The Doctor runs along the corridor.
ROSE: Let me out! Let me out!
The Doctor arrives outside the door to attempt to make the Sunfilter rise again.
THE DOCTOR: Anyone in there?
ROSE (frantically): Let me out!
THE DOCTOR: Oh, well, it would be you.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
ROSE: Open the door!
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VIEWING GALLERY
THE DOCTOR: Hold on! Give us two ticks!
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
The whole room is smoking.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter descending. Sunfilter descending.
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VIEWING GALLERY
The display on the control panel says 'Sunfilter Rising'. The Doctor looks up expectantly.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter rising. Sunfilter rising.
The Doctor looks pleased with himself.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Rose sighs with relief.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter rising... Sunfilter descending.
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VIEWING GALLERY
THE DOCTOR: This is just what we need. The computer's getting clever.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
ROSE: Will you stop mucking about!
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VIEWING GALLERY
THE DOCTOR: I'm not mucking about, it's fighting back!
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
ROSE: Open the door!
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VIEWING GALLERY
THE DOCTOR: Hang on!
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Rose runs down the stairs and flattens herself to the floor.
ROSE: The locks melted!
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter descending. Sunfilter descending.
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE VIEWING GALLERY
The Doctor jabs his sonic screwdriver right inside the wires.
COMPUTER VOICE: Sunfilter rising. Sunfilter rising.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Panting, Rose runs back to the door. The Doctor cannot open it.
THE DOCTOR: The whole thing's jammed. I can't open the doors. Stay there! Don't move!
ROSE (terrified sort of sarcasm): Where're am I gonna go?! Ipswich?!
COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 5 minutes.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
JABE (looking at her computer): The metal machine confirms. The spider devices have infiltrated the whole of platform one.
CASSANDRA: How's that possible? Our private rooms are protected by a code wall. Moisturize me, moisturize me.
The Doctor takes the destabilized spider out of Jabe's hand.
MOXX OF BALHOON: Summon the Steward!
JABE: I'm afraid the Steward is dead.
There is a general gasp of shock.
MOXX OF BALHOON: Who killed him?
CASSANDRA: This whole event was sponsored by the Face of Boe! He invited us! (Face of Boe shakes his head). Talk to the face! Talk to the face!
THE DOCTOR: Easy way of finding out. Someone bought a little pet on board. (Shows them the spider). Let's send him back to Master.
He places the spider down on the floor. The spider scuttles along to Cassandra and looks up at her. Cassandra looks shifty for a moment, but the spider moves on to the feet of the Adherents of the Repeated Meme.
CASSANDRA: The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. J'accuse!
THE DOCTOR: That's all very well, and really kind of obvious, but if you stop and think about it...
The Adherents of the Repeated Meme tries to strike him, but he catches its arm and rips it off.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): A Repeated Meme is just an idea. And that's all they are. An idea.
He rips a wire out of the arm and all of the Adherents of the Repeated Meme crumple into a bundle of black cloaks. Everyone gasps. Cassandra rolls her eyes.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): Remote controlled Droids. Nice little cover for the real troublemaker. Go on, Jimbo! (Nudges spider with his foot). Go home!
The spider ambles back over to Cassandra.
CASSANDRA: I bet you were the school swot and never got kissed.
The Doctor raises his eyebrows.
CASSANDRA (CONT'D): At arms!
The two bodyguards with canisters on either side of her raise their canisters.
THE DOCTOR (mockingly): What are you going to do, moisturize me?
CASSANDRA: With acid. Oh, too late anyway. My spiders have control of the mainframe. Oh, you all carried them as gifts, tax free, past every code wall. I'm not just as pretty face.
THE DOCTOR: Sabotaging a ship while you're still inside it? How stupid's that?
CASSANDRA: I'd hoped to manufacture a hostage situation with myself as one of the victims. The compensation would have been enormous.
THE DOCTOR: Five billion years and it still comes down to money.
CASSANDRA: Do you think it's cheap, looking like this? Flatness costs a fortune. I am The Last Human, Doctor. Me. Not that freaky little kid of yours.
MOXX OF BALHOON: Arrest her!
CASSANDRA: Oh, shut it, pixie. I've still got my final option.
COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 3 minutes.
CASSANDRA: And here it comes. You're just as useful dead, all of you. I have shares in your rival companies and they'll triple in price as soon as you're dead. My spiders are primed and ready to destroy the safety systems. How did that old Earth song go? "Burn, baby, burn."
JABE: Then you'll burn with us.
CASSANDRA: Oh, I'm so sorry. I know the use of teleportation is strictly forbidden, but... I'm such a naughty thing. Spiders, activate.
There are a series of explosions around the ship.
CASSANDRA: Force fields gone with the planet about to explode. At least it'll be quick. Just like my fifth husband. (Giggles). Oh, shame on me. Buh-bye, darlings! Buh-bye, my darlings...
She and her bodyguards teleport out.
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels rising.
MOXX OF BALHOON: Reset the computer!
JABE: Only the Steward would know how.
THE DOCTOR: No. We can do it by hand. There must be a system restore switch. Jabe, come on.
They leave the room. He calls back the crowd over his shoulder.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): You lot - just chill!
EXT. PLATFORM ONE
COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 2 minutes. Earth Death in 2 minutes.
INT. MAINTENANCE CORRIDOR
Jabe and the Doctor are running back through the maintenance corridor.
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels, critical. Heat levels, critical.
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER.
The Doctor and Jabe reach the ventilation chamber.
THE DOCTOR: Oh. And guess where the switch is.
The switch is located at the other side of the enormous fans.
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels - rising. Heat levels, rising.
The Doctor pulls a lever down and the fans slow down.
COMPUTER VOICE (CONT'D): External temperature, 5 thousand degrees.
As soon as the Doctor lets go of the lever, the fans start to speed up again. As the Doctor looks hopelessly at the fans, Jabe pulls the lever down again and holds it there.
THE DOCTOR: You can't. The heat's going to vent through this place.
JABE: I know.
THE DOCTOR: Jabe, you're made of wood.
JABE: Then stop wasting time. Time Lord.
He grins at her and runs back to the fans.
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels, rising. Heat levels, rising.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
The glass begins to crack.
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels, hazardous.
MOXX OF BALHOON: We're going to die!
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels, hazardous.
The Doctor dodges the first fan and runs underneath it. He looks anxiously up at the next one.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
The glass begins to crack. Rose cowers against the wall.
COMPUTER VOICE: Shields malfunctioning. Shields malfunctioning.
Rays of sun blast in through the cracks, burning holes in the parts of the metal wall they hit. Rose screams.
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER
The Doctor is still standing before the second fan. He looks back at Jabe who is sweating and breathing heavily.
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels, critical. Heat levels, critical.
The Doctor dodges under the second fan.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
The glass cracks further, engulfing the Moxx of Balhoon in light. He cries out.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
The sunrays hit the wall either side of Rose.
COMPUTER VOICE: Heat levels, rising. Heat levels, rising.
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER
As the Doctor stands before the third fan. Jabe starts shaking violently. Suddenly, she gasps as one of her hands catches fire. She screams. The Doctor looks back, shocked. Now there is no one to hold the lever down, the fans circulate so fast that they can hardly be seen, in order to cool the ship down. It is impossible for the Doctor to get through.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
The walls around Rose are rapidly burning.
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER
COMPUTER VOICE: Planet explodes in 10... 9...
The Doctor closes his eyes. All grows quiet.
COMPUTER VOICE (CONT'D): 8... 7... 6... 5... 4...
The Doctor, still with his eyes closed, steps calmly though the fan. When at the other side, he opens his eyes and dashes to the switch, pulling it down.
THE DOCTOR: Raise shields!
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
Rose has her eyes closed and is shaking.
COMPUTER VOICE: ...1
EXT. PLATFORM ONE
The force fields around the ships are reset just as the planet is engulfed in fire. It explodes, leaving the ship completely unharmed.
INT. VIEWING GALLERY
COMPUTER VOICE: Exoglass repair. Exoglass repair.
The glass is automatically repaired. Rose opens her eyes, panting heavily.
INT. VENTILATION CHAMBER
The Doctor walks back through the fans. He pauses for a moment to look sadly at the charred and smoking remains of Jabe.
INT. THE MANCHESTER SUITE
Rose walks back into the observation gallery, where all the aliens are sitting around, wounded or dead. The Doctor walks briskly in a few moments later. He glances at Rose but does not pause to talk to her. Instead he goes straight to Jabe's companions, mutters a few words to them and then places his hands on their shoulders, leaving them to grieve. He then walks back near Rose.
ROSE: You all right?
THE DOCTOR: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm full of ideas, I'm bristling with them. Idea number one, teleportation through five thousand degrees needs some kind of feed. Idea number two, this feed must be hidden nearby.
He strides over to the ostrich egg, breaks it open and the teleportation feed falls out. He picks it up.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): Idea number three, if you're as clever as me, then a teleportation feed can be reversed.
He twists the feed. Cassandra appears before them, apparently in the middle of gloating.
CASSANDRA: Ah, you should have seen their little alien faces. (Notices her new surroundings). Oh.
THE DOCTOR: The Last Human.
CASSANDRA (flustered): So. You passed my little test. Bravo. This makes you eligible to join the er... the human club.
THE DOCTOR: People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them.
CASSANDRA: That depends on your definition of 'people'. And that's enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries. Take me to court then, Doctor! And watch me smile, and cry, and flutter...
THE DOCTOR: And creak?
CASSANDRA: And what?
THE DOCTOR: Creak! You're creaking.
Cassandra's skin is tightening. Her eyes are becoming bloodshot and she is getting whiter and whiter.
CASSANDRA (panicking): What? Ah! Ah! I'm drying out! Oh, sweet heavens! Moisturize me! Moisturize me! Where are my surgeons? My lovely boys! It's too hot!
She's covered in red blotches.
THE DOCTOR: You raised the temperature.
CASSANDRA (terrified, pathetic): Have pity! Moisturize me! Oh, Doctor!
ROSE (shaken): Help her.
THE DOCTOR: Everything has its time and everything dies.
CASSANDRA (shrivelling up): I'm... too... young!
She explodes. The Doctor looks completely cold and not remotely fazed. He leaves the room.
EXT. PLATFORM ONE
COMPUTER VOICE: Shuttles 4 and 6 departing. This unit now closing down for maintenance.
INT. MANCHESTER SUITE
The Manchester Sute is now completely empty apart from Rose, who is standing at the window watching the Earth burn with a very vulnerable and sad look on her face, oblivious to the Doctor watching her from the doorway. Rocks fly past the window. She turns around when she hears the Doctor's footsteps as he comes to stand beside her.
ROSE (teafully): The end of the Earth. It's gone. And we were too busy saving ourselves, no one saw it go. (The Doctor looks down at her). All those years... all that history and no one was even looking. It's just...
THE DOCTOR (holds his hand out to her). Come with me.
Rose takes his hand and they walk away together.
EXT. PICCADILLY CIRCUS
Back in 2005, Rose steps out of the TARDIS. She looks around at the crowds, seeing them in a new light. The Doctor stands beside her.
BIG ISSUE SELLER: Big issue!
THE DOCTOR: You think it'll last forever. People, and cars and concrete. But it won't. One day, it's all gone. Even the sky. (They both look at the sky. After a moment). My planet's gone.
Rose turns to look at him. This is the first time he's mentioned his home.
THE DOCTOR (CONT'D): It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust. Before it's time.
ROSE: What happened?
THE DOCTOR: There was a war. And we lost.
ROSE: A war with who?
He doesn't answer, seemingly lost in thought.
ROSE (CONT'D): What about your people?
THE DOCTOR: I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own because there's no one else.
ROSE: There's me...
She smiles at him.
THE DOCTOR: You've seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home?
Rose looks at him for a few seconds.
ROSE: I don't know. I want... (Sniffs the air). Oh! Can you smell chips?
THE DOCTOR (laughs): Yeah. Yeah!
ROSE: I want chips.
THE DOCTOR (smiling): Me too.
ROSE: Right then, before you get me back in that box, chips it is, and you can pay.
THE DOCTOR: No money.
ROSE: What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad, chips are on me.
He smiles at her, delighted.
ROSE (CONT'D): We've only got five billion years before the shops close...
They walk down the street together laughing, Rose nuzzling her head against his shoulder.

Summary:

Output: The Doctor takes Rose to the year five billion, where they land on a space station orbiting the Earth named Platform One. Among the elite alien guests assembled to watch the Earth be destroyed by the expanding Sun is Lady Cassandra , who takes pride in being the last pure human, though she has received many operations that have altered her image. It is discovered that Cassandra, to receive money for her many operations, plans to let the guests die and then profit from the stock increases of their competitors. She releases discreet robotic spiders all over Platform One, and they start interfering with the systems. She departs via teleportation and the spiders bring down the shields, causing harmful direct solar radiation to penetrate the station. The Doctor manages to reactivate the system and save Rose, after which he brings Cassandra back and she ruptures from the intense solar heat.

... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]


Input:
You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.

Episode Script:
Gabe: Ugh, man. My delts are blasted. I wish they had a chart for how much protein powder to scoop for a 180 pound man with no fat.
Dwight: Protein powder, huh? You cut it with water? Why don't you just take estrogen? [swallows powder] [coughs] There you go boys. See how papa takes care of you? [kisses bicep] Mwah.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Gabe: I remember when people thought biceps were all that. They'd flex them all night at the discotheque.
Dwight: Oh, I bet you think it's all about core, huh?
Gabe: Yeah.
Dwight: Oh, please.
Gabe: Core's critical. There are four tenets of pilates that I live my life by. One - lengthen. Two - elongate.
Jim: Listen, guys, I think we all want to know the same thing, right? Who's the strongest? Well, there's only one way to solve that - flat curl contest.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jim: All right, here we go everybody. May the manliest man win. Go.
Dwight: Feast on this, Lewis.
Gabe: I love the burn. The burn is where I live.
Jim: Come on, Gabe, you can't handle his hamstrings. You're getting hypno-thigh-zed.
Gabe: Speed set. One. Two.
Jim: Here, this is for your elbows, for your elbows.
Dwight: Oh, thank you.
Jim: You're welcome.
Gabe: Five. Six.
Jim: Quick phone call from you guys, keep going,
All: Eight, nine, ten.
Gabe: We got it?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: Very funny Jim.
Gabe: Yeah, Jim. Way to mock us for perfecting our bodies.
Robert: Everyone, conference room, now. [Dwight and Gabe stand up, falling over]
Jim: All right, easy there, grandpa.
Dwight: I don't need your help.
Jim: Okay. You don't need my help?
Dwight: Here, here... Just...
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Morning.
Erin: Hey.
Andy: Somebody left in such a hurry this morning that she forgot... these.
Erin: Oh.
Andy: You know the only thing more delicious than your feet is the feast that I am going to prepare for everyone.
Erin: Andy, if you're gonna hang out for a while, uh...
Andy: What's this?
Erin: This dumb rule Robert made, he just wants visitors to sign in.
Andy: Is this Robert's attempt to embarrass me?
Erin: No, of course not. It's just - I think it's like if we make an exception for you, then we have to make an exception for the water guy, and then, it's like, where does it end? So just... [puts visitors tag on Andy]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Why is it when other people spend all their time at the office, they're rewarded for it, and when I do it, I am told it's a little much? ...Is it because I am not an employee anymore, because that's what it feels like.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jim: All right, well, enjoy the alumni game.
Dwight: Good, we have a deal?
Jim: Thanks Janet.
Dwight: Thanks so much Earl.
Jim: Wow, simultaneous sale.
Dwight: And they said it couldn't be done. Boom!
Jim: Screw 'em.
Andy: Lot going on guys. What's happening?
Jim: Binghamton branch closed last night and their clients are up for grabs.
Andy: That was a fine branch. Things are really bad under Robert California, I guess. It's like a festival of poo.
Jim: Hey, hey, come on, language.
Dwight: Yeah, and we're not interested in your sour grapes, okay? Jim, tell him where he can stick his grapes.
Jim: In the fridge.
Dwight: No, Jim, the butt, in his butt.
Jim: Sorry, man, I can't focus on zingers. There's too many potential clients.
Stanley: You two better watch yourselves.
Phyllis: Yeah, the Syracuse branch can't be happy you're taking New York clients.
Robert: Shh... shh... [vomits in trash can]
Jim: Robert?
Oscar: Why did Binghamton close?
Robert: Can everyone just, please... I had a one-man saturnalia last night, in celebration of the finalization of my divorce. I got into a case of Australian reds, and - how should I say this - Columbian whites. What - what is this about, uh, Binghamton?
Kevin: The branch closed. Forever.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Robert: Closing the Binghamton branch never occurred to me before today. Or, I guess, last night. But, in vino veritas as they say, I'm not gonna start doubting my drunken self now.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Nellie: I got your voicemail. From - from last night.
Robert: Wonderful.
Nellie: And the answer... is yes, yes, yes, yes, and never. [leaves]
Robert: Pam, when's the last time you lived so intensely that your brain literally couldn't hold the memories in?
Pam: Oh, it was this summer -
Robert: Apparently, I left a phone message for Nellie last night, and I need you to find out what I said.
Pam: Um, I am a little busy.
Robert: Yes, 'course. Why don't you list the things that would keep you from helping me.
Pam: Yeah, I can make you a list.
Robert: Let's do it now. What's number one?
Pam: Why don't I help you now?
Robert: There we go.
Pam: Okay.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[Andy cooking food by reception, Harry walks in]
Harry: Who the hell are Jim Halpert and Dwight Schrute?
Erin: Jim, Dwight, what are your last names?
Dwight: And you are...
Harry: Harry Jannerone, Dunder Mifflin Syracuse.
[shocked look from Jim]
Harry: What the hell's all this?
Andy: Uh, cherries jubilee over homemade gelato.
Harry: You live well down here in P.A. I want to talk to you guys right now. Oh, and Lloyd Gross too. Which one's that guy?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jim: The salesmen have a commission cap, but we figured out a way around it.
Dwight: Lloyd Gross is a fictional salesman we invented to - how do I put this - steal from the company. Embezzle. To commit fraud.
Jim: Okay, it sounds sketchy, but it helps us get more money.
Dwight: Yes.
Jim: Pam made a drawing of Lloyd. He is a blend of all the salesman. [shows sketch]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: [pointing at Toby] There he is. That's Lloyd.
Toby: Me?
Creed: Yeah, you.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Harry: Where do you get off crossing state lines?
Toby: Now, we're actually a lot closer to Binghamton than you are. Kimosabe.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Toby: I like to think Lloyd Gross is a no-nonsense guy who doesn't back down from anybody. And he calls people "Kimosabe".
[SCENE_BREAK]
Harry: They're New York. We're New York. Sate line is the dividing line. That's the way it's always been.
Jim: There's actually not a rule that says that.
Dwight: That's true.
Toby: That's true. There's no rule. You can check the employee handbook. Oh, can I check the employee handbook Lloyd? Well, does it say anything about me choking a man with my bare hands?
Toby: No.
Dwight: Wait, no? Are you kidding me? You told me there was a rule. I could've choked so many people by now.
Harry: Stay out of my state. It's in your best interest to stay out of my state.
Toby: I've seen guys like you. Big guys who like to push the little guys around. Lloyd Gross eats bullies like you for breakfast.
Harry: Just stay out of New York, Lloyd.
Toby: Hey, text from the old wife. Gonna take that. [runs outside]
Jim: How about this? How about we just ask Robert? Can we all agree that maybe the C.E.O should decide this?
Harry: Robert's here. Look at us. Bickering like schoolgirls, looking around the room for things to hit each other with. I don't think we were doing that.
Dwight: Chair, lamp, plant, table leg, Jim's leg.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Robert: Where's the Advil, Jim? I think I've hit my limit on the Tylenol - Oh.
Andy: [Doing dishes] Sorry, not Jim.
Robert: Andrew, what do we have to do to get rid of you? Hire you back and send Erin back to Florida?
Andy: Message received loud and clear. Just have to get the caramelized sugar off the pan before it dries.
Robert: Oh, for god -
Harry: Robert California. What a surprise you're here in Scranton.
Robert: Harry...
Harry: So why would you close Binghamton down without a transition plan in place?
Robert: How do you mean?
Andy: I forgot, a... a pan, uh -
Harry: No, no, no, no, no, kid, stay there, do your dishes, go ahead.
Robert: Harry there is a time for every decision, predetermined many years ago. There's no benefit in questioning why this particular decision seems... so poorly timed.
Dwight: Okay, what are you deciding? We get a say.
Harry: Listen, Robert, I don't have time. There's a big client in play. Prestige direct mail solutions -
Dwight: Don't listen to him.
Harry: Used to be Binghamton's -
Dwight: Nope.
Harry: I want it, it's mine.
Dwight: Prestige is ours. Okay, they're responsible for half of the junk mail on the eastern seaboard. We get them. We already put a call into them, Robert.
Harry: We need you to make a decision.
Dwight: Make a decision.
Robert: I have decided. Neither of you are to have any contact with either Prestige or any other Binghamton client until I have figured out how to divide things up. As Solomon once said... [Andy walks out]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Some bizarre energy in this place today. Robert is going off the rails, making some funky decisions. Like why is nobody gonna call on Prestige? That is a huge client. [walking to car] I mean, they could give their business to the first person to walk in the door. Could be any idiot. Any idiot at all.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Robert: Shaping a company is, in a sense, similar to training a geisha. You have to mold not merely the physical form, but also the character. The two must harmonize. Are they still there? [camera pans to right, Harry, Dwight, and Jim watching Robert in conference room] They want a decision who gets the big client. Well, they can wait. I'll still be talking about geishas long past their bedtime. You know, I trained as one.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Harry: Is it just me or is our boss a freakin' weirdo? [stands up, walks outside] I'm gonna get some air.
Dwight: Jim, you know what would be really dastardly? If we snuck out of here and got to the client first.
Jim: [Gets up and looks out Nellie's office window] He's running!
Dwight: Damn it!
Jim: Damn it.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: Wha - what is this supposed to be?
Jim: It's a monkey.
Dwight: Jim, great real. This is not a monkey. It's got a hula skirt and a blue nose.
Jim: Hold on, hold on. Is this him?
Dwight: What?
Jim: Is that him?
Dwight: It's him! Do something! Get out!
Jim: What? What am I gonna do? I don't -
Dwight: Go slash his tires! Go dent his hood. [Jim opens passenger door] That's it? Oh, that's great. That's like a five second delay.
Jim: Dwight!
Dwight: Come on, let's go! Does this thing have turbo? Nitrous? Hit the nos.
Jim: Nos? You mean like in fast and furious?
Dwight: Yeah.
Jim: Oh, yeah, definitely have nos.
Dwight: Hit the nos.
Jim: Are you sure?
Dwight: Yes.
Jim: Brace yourself. 3... 2...
Dwight: Got it. Go.
Jim: 1. Here we go! [turns on wipers]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Hello. Andy Bernard to see the C.E.O.
Receptionist: Oh, do you have an appointment?
Andy: No, I do not.
Receptionist: Okay, I think I can squeeze you in.
Andy: Seriously? 'Cause I could just be anyone. I mean, I thought I was gonna have to convince you.
Receptionist: He's really not that busy.
Mr. Ramish: Is there someone here to see me?
Receptionist: Yes, this man.
Mr. Ramish: Come on in. [Andy walks in]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Pam: So...what do you make of this Robert California guy? I mean, what does a guy like that do on an average weeknight?
Nellie: Oh. Oh, I'll tell you what he does.
Angela:: [walks in] Hello! Hello, my clucking hens. Got room for another in the roost? Huh? Don't worry, I won't lay an egg.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Angela:: Robert sent me to take over if Pam fails. If? [laughs]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Angela:: I have been crunching numbers all day. Math is for boys. I need girl talk.
Gabe: Did someone say girl talk?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Gabe: Sometimes I wonder if I have ovaries in my scrotum, because I am great at girl talk.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Gabe: Have you guys been watching any good Korean soap operas? I'm pretty deep into Hee-Jungcinderella girl. Although, I definitely fast-forward through the young-Tae storylines.
Nellie: Do you think I'd like that, or is it important to have an Asian fetish?
Gabe: Uh, I think you're gonna need to have an Asian fetish. Yeah. [chuckles] It'll be upsetting if you don't.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: I'm a former paper executive. I know the product. I know the margins. I can save you 25% on your costs.
Mr. Ramish: Why haven't I heard of you? You got any references?
Andy: No. I'm a rogue.
Mr. Ramish: Uh-huh.
Andy: Which is the best part. That means you will be my first customer and your business will get 100% of my attention. Now... [pulls out business card] I have written down my personal phone number. You call this anytime.
Mr. Ramish: Every salesman I've ever met has given me his personal phone number.
Andy: Of course they have. Which is why I'm giving you a key to my house. [gives key to C.E.O] Whatever you need - anytime, night or day - you just stop on by.
Mr. Ramish: You want me to drive to your house if I need paper.
Andy: Maybe you just want someone to talk to. Maybe... you need a place to crash for a couple of days. My wireless password is eat pray love. Easy to remember.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: Ready? Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. [takes off belt, ties doors together]
Dwight: [Running] Ahhh! [Slides into elevator]
Jim: You all right?
Dwight: Yeah. [Doors about to close, hand stops them] Oh.
Jim: Ah! [Harry walks in]
Jim: [Dwight pushes button for floor two] Dwight, what are you doing?
Dwight: Go, go! Take the stairs! Now!
Jim: What are you talking about?
Dwight: Just run! Take the stairs!
Jim: I don't even know where the stairs are!
Dwight: I'll stall him. Go!
Jim: God!
Harry: [Dwight jumping] What are you doing?
Dwight: I'm gonna activate the seismic failsafe. We'll be stuck between floors for hours. [pants fall down] Oh. [Jim runs in] My pants fell down.
Jim: What?
Dwight: My pants fell down! I don't have a belt!
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: [walks into lobby] Hello, sir. Good day. Dwight K. Schrute. Dunder Mifflin, Scranton. Forgive my pants, they fell down. An appointment with Mr. Ramish, please. Right now is fine. No, no, no, I was here first. Dwight K. Schrute. Dunder Mifflin, Scranton.
Mr. Ramish: What's going on?
Dwight: Well -
Harry: Mr. Ramish, Harry Jannerone. Dunder Mifflin, Syracuse -
Dwight: I was here first.
Mr. Ramish: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, okay.
Dwight: I already made an appointment... with your secretary.
Mr. Ramish: Let me stop you all right here. I've already picked a new paper supplier.
Dwight: Wait, it's not D.M Utica, is it?
Mr. Ramish: No, no, it's not Dunder Mifflin at all actually. It's... Big Red Paper Company.
Jim: Big Red Paper Company?
Mr. Ramish: Mm-hmm.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Yes, yes, yes!
[SCENE_BREAK]
Harry: Give me a cup of coffee.
Dwight: Me too. Or do you also have a monopoly on thirst?
Jim: All right, guys. It didn't work out for any of us, so... we're still on the same team. Let me get these.
Dwight: No. Let him get his own. It's Syracuse money.
Harry: You know, your partner's got a lotta attitude. But I like that. How long you guys been dating?
Dwight: Jim couldn't land me in a thousand years.
Jim: But you're saying there's a chance.
Dwight: Shut up.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Pam: [Walks into conference room] Hey.
Robert: Hmm.
Pam: I stole Nellie's phone.
Robert: Excellent. Excellent. Though troubling that your first instinct is thievery.
Pam: What do you want from me?
Robert: Now we get to the bottom of Nellie's "yes, yes, yes, yes, never."
Phone: Hi, Nell, it's mom. Do keep your chin up. It can't be as bad as you described.
Robert: Oh yes it can.
Phone: This is MasterCard. You are over the limit. Send the minimum payment of $448 by Monday, or we will be forced to send it to collections.
Robert: Shopaholic.
Pam: Sounds like it.
Robert: Yeah.
Phone: Hi, sis. Is your boss still hitting on you?
Robert: Ah.
Phone: This is Annie from second nests. I'm sorry, but the Romanian orphanage felt more comfortable with a two-person nuclear family than a single mother, so, we're gonna hold out for that.
Pam: Okay, that's enough. [grabs phone]
Robert: Pam, we need to get to the bottom of this.
Pam: No, no, no!
Robert: No, come on.
Pam: Robert! Okay, oops! I deleted them all. They're all deleted.
Robert: Pam, Pam, you've completely bungled this!
Pam: Ah. Ahh. [walks out]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Pam: Hey.
Nellie: Can I do it, Pam? Can I put off a gold Arabian sandal?
Pam: Um... yes. Definitely. With your hair -
Nellie: Oh!
Pam: Certainly. Um... you dropped your cell phone.
Nellie: Oh, gosh.
Pam: Yep.
Nellie: Thank you. I'm... so stupid.
Pam: No. My goodness. You have a lot going on. With Robert and everything.
Nellie: Oh, god, Pam. Don't get me started.
Pam: No, I will not.
Nellie: You've just got me started. Robert... is... a filthy beast. I mean, don't you get the feeling, he's just thinking of fifteen different ways to do you?
Pam: Well -
Nellie: I mean, the man talks of nothing but s*x.
Pam: But sometimes he talks about flesh... and bacchanals.
Nellie: I cannot even tell you what he left on my phone last night.
Pam: No... don't. Just put it out of your mind.
Nellie: Pam, what is your address? I'm gonna send you a pair of these gold harem shoes. Oh, no. You don't -
Nellie: Oh yes. Come on, a little gold Arabian slipper.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Nellie: Things are looking up. I might be a mother soon. I have MasterCard right where I want them. And... I have a new friend. A friend. At work.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Robert: [Erin opens door] Erin.
Erin: There's a call for you on line one.
Robert: Who is it?
Erin: He says salvation. No last name.
Robert: Yeah, hello?
Andy: [in car] You once put me on a list of the losers in the office. Well, this loser just got your biggest client to give him all their business. So hire me back, that business is yours. Don't, and I will find another buyer.
Robert: You're blackmailing me.
Andy: It's just business.
Robert: Ah, well, I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft-penised debutante. You wanna start a street fight with me, bring it on. You're gonna be surprised by how ugly it gets. You don't even know my real name. I'm the *bleep* lizard king. [disconnects]
Andy: Whoa. Well I gave him a chance. [gets out of car, walks to house]
David: [opens door] Andy Bernard.
Andy: You got a minute?
David: Um... I'm in the middle of a piano lesson.
Andy: I wanted to see if I could interest you in an investment. Dunder Mifflin.
David: Dunder Mifflin. [closes door] Now... why would I want that? It's worth half of what it was three years ago.
Andy: Exactly. And you know better than anyone that with the right management it could be worth twice what you would pay for it today.
David: Why don't you come in? [Andy walks in, closes door]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Harry: So what would you do if you weren't selling paper?
Jim: Oh, man, I'd have to sell beets. Probably submit them for competitions.
Dwight: What?
Jim: Yeah! I know it sounds stupid, but nationals has always kinda been a dream of mine.
Dwight: How have we never talked about this before? Wait. You don't even care about nationals.
Harry: Nothing?
Jim: I don't know. I've always wanted to own a bike shop, but what about you?
Harry: I'd like to sell one big thing, you know? Like... a plane. One sale, I'm out.
Jim: That sounds lovely.
Harry: Anyway, Robert's gonna run this company into the ground, so... We won't be doing this in six months.

Summary:

Output: While drunk, Robert shuts down Dunder Mifflin's Binghamton branch. Andy prepares to make his comeback by temporarily forming his own rival paper company. Jim and Dwight work together to defeat a rival Dunder Mifflin salesman ( Chris Bauer ) who wants the Binghamton branch's clients.

... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]


Input:
You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.

Episode Script:
[PREVIOUSLY_ON]
Zachariah: What about Boyd?
Boyd ain't nothing like Bowman.
Zachariah: Yeah, he's a Crowder. That's awful strange talk seeing as you're here working for him.
Ava: My uncle ... you sure he couldn't have made it out of that mine?
Carl: Even if he survived the blast, the rockfall cut him off from the entrance.
Probably got turned around in the dark.
Ava: Zachariah got turned around?
Art: You want some advice? Bring Raylan in. See if you can confirm what your gut is telling you.
Rachel: Is that what you'd do? You'd let it go. Wouldn't risk the case just to save your own ass.
Mike: When I asked you how long you'd been snitching to the marshals, you said, "this time." The other time was about Grady Hale, right?
Duffy: You just figured that out all by yourself, Mikey?
[laughs]
Duffy: Aah!
[handcuffs click]
Mike: Ms. Hale, please call me as soon as you get this.
Boyd: Ripping you off ... that was her idea of payback for you murdering her husband.
I just thought you'd wanna know. Baby?
[gunshot]
[grunts]
Raylan: What did you do?
Ava: I gave you what you always wanted, Raylan ...
Boyd Crowder bleeding at your feet. I'm gonna come after you.
Ava: I know.
Rachel: I know your deputies just got back to Atlanta, but we need as many as you can spare. We've got a new number one. Ava Crowder. Jerry, I'm gonna have to call you back.
Art: [exhales sharply]
[indistinct conversations]
Rachel: How bad is it?
Art: Well... I shaved.
The director called. Tried to tell her that I was the shot caller on this from my sickbed, that I just couldn't let it go, but apparently you'd already talked to her.
Rachel: I'm the one who approved Ava as a C.I. and Raylan as her handler. It's only right I take the hit.
Art: I wish you'd called me first.
Rachel: Am I suspended?
Art: Hell, no. Not gonna sideline one of my best manhunters in the middle of a manhunt. What the hell's the status with Crowder?
Rachel: Nelson's sitting on him at Harlan regional medical until they get the bullet out and we can move him.
Art: Well, you do realize you accomplished something that I was never able to do all these years.
Rachel: Let an untrustworthy C.I. get away with $10 million?
Art: You got Boyd Crowder.
Boyd: Aah! Aah, aah, aah.
Doctor: Irrespective of you being shot, you are what doctors call one lucky son of a bitch.
Yeah, well, I don't feel so lucky at the moment. [groans]
Doctor: Slug splintered on your collarbone. Hair South, your lungs'd be torn to shreds. We got in there, tied things up. It could be worse.
Raylan: You give us a minute, doc?
Doctor: You're not the one shot him, are you?
Raylan: No, I'm the one who got him here.
Boyd: [exhaling deeply] Ain't exactly true, is it? What you told him about bringing me here. Well, I called it in, made sure they knew you were emergent.
Boyd: You handcuffed me to a bumper, you left me there without so much as a fare-thee-well.
Raylan: You could hear the sirens on their way. Must have given you some solace.
Boyd: I don't suppose you've come to tell me you've found her.
Raylan: I found her truck some down the road, abandoned. No sign beyond. Gotta suck, be that close to the prize, have it shot out of your hand. I kinda know how you feel.
Boyd: No, you don't. I don't believe in a world where you know how I feel.
Raylan: I didn't realize disappointment was a domain exclusive unto Boyd Crowder. Well, Raylan, if we're gonna play it that simple, then let's talk about your disappointments. What disappoints you, Raylan Givens? The fact that you weren't the one who got to shoot me? Where is she goin'?
Boyd: Well, you wheel me outta here, I'll take you straight to her. [chuckles] That's funny.
Boyd: Oh, well, it doesn't have to be funny. Come on, Raylan. Me and you, one more ride together. See if we can't find a reasonable solution to our problem. But which is our problem, exactly? The money or Ava?
Boyd: Well, ain't they the same problem, Raylan?
Raylan: Are they to you?
Boyd: I'm gonna get outta here, Raylan.
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
Boyd: Sooner or later, one way or another, I'm gonna get outta here, and when I do, I'm gonna go get that money.
Raylan: Which sets me to thinking, How long you think she's got? Long enough for you to execute your great escape? Get to her before Markham and his boys do? Then I got to wonderin' further what they're gonna do to her if they get there first.
Boyd: Well, maybe she has whatever that is coming.
Raylan: Oh. I see. And you're cool with that? Them dishing out retribution however they see fit?
Boyd: Are you?
Raylan: My, my.
Boyd: You know, Raylan...
Zachariah Randolph.
Raylan: Come again?
Boyd: It's her uncle. I think that's the man you're looking for.
[monitor beeping steadily]
You think he's helping her?
Boyd: Well, if he ain't died down one of those shafts, Raylan, then... I don't believe he has. That'd be my first stop.
Raylan: See you at the arraignment.
Tim: You get anything?
Raylan: Maybe a place to start.
Nelson: Heard she pulled Boyd's gun on you.
Raylan: She did.
Nelson: Man, I did not see that coming.
Raylan: Anything changes here, drop me a line. You ever been down in a mine?
Tim: I've been to Mordor, but not through the mines.
Raylan: Is that a yes or a no?
Tim: No.
[music]
[birds calling]
Zachariah: [grunts]
Ava: Is that it? Way up there?
Zachariah: Yeah!
Ava: I thought you said it was close.
Zachariah: [grunts]
[birds crying and chirping]
Ava: How long's this place been closed?
Zachariah: Oh, eight, nine years. They used it a... a supply station.
Rescue would get the supplies in, trap miners as fast as possible. Regulations being so damn lax, they didn't build this thing till after the '83 collapse.
[both sigh]
You think having closer supplies would have saved my daddy?
Zachariah: God himself couldn't save your daddy on that day. That's why I stopped praying.
Zachariah: [grunting] Yeah, yeah.
[scraping and thudding]
Ava: [coughs]
Zachariah: Get some heat in here.
And I got... this here radio for backup. We'll know they're coming before they do. Give us some time to hightail it outta here, which is exactly what we should be doing, so I'm gonna go over, see if I can get one of those old A.T.V.s running. Pack up these bags, and we be outta here by sundown! Now you do know those old moonshine trails up there, they just roll through those mountains like a...
Ava: Maze?
Zachariah: Yeah, maze. Now this Grubes guy we're going to see ... you sure he knows his way around?
Ava: He knows the trails blindfolded.
But I was thinkin'... Boyd knows Grubes.
Zachariah: Ah.
Ava: If he's alive ...
Zachariah: If he's alive, the marshals got him, and if he ain't... [claps hands] the more, the better.
[title music]
♪ On this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I'm fighting for my soul, god, get at your boy ♪ ♪ you try to bogard, fall back, I go hard ♪ ♪ on this lonely road, trying to make it home ♪ ♪ doing it by my lonesome, pissed off, who wants some? ♪ ♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪
Katherine: Where are you? Damn, I can't hear you.
Mike: I'm in Richmond, close to E.K.U.
Duffy: Give me the phone, Mikey. Let me talk to her.
Katherine: I'll call when I get close. Keep Duffy there.
I just need to get my purse.
[cell phone beeps]
Markham: You know, I can usually smell a rotten bud before it blooms. But your scent, my dear, has always been presidential kush.
... your questions. And all that on my. [sighs]
Markham: Got yourself a new purse.
Katherine: Yeah, before we go down a whole road, I think you might be interested in the phone call I just had, wherein I learned that Wynn Duffy killed Grady.
Markham: I didn't know that little cockroach was still alive.
Katherine: Yeah. Well, I'm just going to change, then.
Markham: How do you know this?
Katherine: His bodyguard called me. Wynn Duffy was a rat 14 years ago, and he's a rat today.
Markham: You know, I knew you'd never leave your home state.
That's why I came back. Nothing else mattered.
You were the prize. But now I wonder if I wasn't just a mark, someone for you to screw.
Katherine: At first, yes, but... seeing you... being with you, - everything came flying back.
Markham: Oh, don't tell me. Love?
Katherine: Well, was it not the same for you?
Markham: Well, I've always loved you, Katherine. I just don't trust you.
Katherine: Well, I accepted your proposal, Avery. Would it be so bad for the two of us to... live together, not trusting each other, just like everybody else in the whole wide world?
Markham: You know, I understand your drive to avenge Grady's death, even when you thought it was me. And I hope when I'm your husband... you'd do the same for me.
Katherine: [sighs] I'm gonna go shower. You wanna join me?
Markham: Nothing I'd love more.
But there's work to be done.
Katherine: Goin' after your 10 million?
Markham: Our 10 million.
You know, I'm gonna make sure Boyd Crowder doesn't see another day.
Katherine: Well, I'm gonna do the same to Wynn Duffy.
Markham: Let me handle Duffy. I'll bring you his head for a wedding present.
Katherine: Goddamn, Avery Markham. I love you.
Markham: Love you, too.
[classical music playing on radio]
Duffy: I never knew you liked classical, Mikey.
Mike: You'd know if you let me pick the music every once in a while.
Duffy: That can change.
A lot can change. You want me to drive sometimes?
You wanna be in charge of the TV? Mikey?
What do you want, Mikey?
Okay, point taken.
You got a code. You're billy jack. I get it, okay?
Can we end this? Mikey? I'll forget what happened and we'll go back to the way things were.
[radio volume increases]
[loudly] Okay, Mikey?! Hey!
Take these goddamn cuffs off, or I'm gonna take that code, and I will shove it up your ass!
[whack]
Uhh!
Mike: This isn't just about some code. You were as close to family as I ever had. I believed in you, Wynn. End of the day, you're a rat. And rats get exterminated, period. And I hate being called "Mikey."
[door squeaks]
[bag thuds]
Loretta: [sighs]
Boon: Seat buckle.
I'm just looking to keep my girl safe.
[squeaks]
Boon: Are you looking for this? [chuckles] Come on.
When I was a kid... can't tell you how many falls your daddy and I had, angry pricks, one and all. Lay three hots and a cot with a side of ass whupping.
I come to rely solely on my own wherewithal at a tender age, not unlike yourself.
I'm hearing tales about all this money you supposedly got, no doubt giving you a sense of confidence. But I can tell you what. Markham's got a lot more.
Loretta: What's your point?
Boon: Do you ever watch the History Channel?
Days of yore, marriages weren't about love... or romance. Those sentiments didn't even factor in. They were about alliances to end wars, making each side stronger against enemies they had in common. You understand?
Loretta: Man, I got no idea what in the hell you're talking about.
Boon: I'm saying, if I'd had a Mr. Markham by my side back then, I'd have jumped on it as fast as a bullet. I wanna offer you an opportunity, tuck in with us. You say yes, we'll always be watching your back.
Loretta: I don't need anybody watching my back ... least of all, you.
Boon: Got fire in your belly. What I adore most, girl. Be careful... lest it burn your brain, so you can't hear good reason.
[music]
[indistinct conversations]
Raylan: You got an escort down the mine shaft?
Willits: He's on the way out now.
Had to roust the owner out of the bed. He ... he was grumpy about it.
Raylan: Well, you can tell him he can give me the what-for as soon as he gets us on a coal cart.
Willits: You think she could have got down that mine shaft on her own?
Tim: We think Ms. Crowder has an accomplice worked his mine most of his life.
Raylan: What's that up there? So I've got the claim more said, Earl's on A.K. we got that armored truck dead on our side.
Earl: Next thing we know, cherries, man, everywhere.
Carl: I'm telling it, Earl. All right? Sorry.
Man: How'd the cops know?
Carl: Figure we got set up.
Earl: By who?
Carl: That Katherine chick and Duffy ... one or both of 'em. It's like that old saying, you know?
Earl: "Crime doesn't pay"?
Carl: God damn it, Earl. No. "Ain't no honor among thieves." Crime does pay. As long as the criminals you're working for don't screw you over all the time.
Birch: Let's go, girls! You're moving to a new cell!
Come on off your fannies!
[cell door clanks]
Not you two. You got a visitor.
Carl: Who?
Birch: [whistles]
Earl: Oh, no.
Oh, hey! Hey, we can't be in here with them! Come on now! This sh1t ain't legal!
Markham: Those cops aren't gonna help you, son. They're new friends of mine.
Carl: I'm gonna tell y'all upfront right now, we ain't going down without a fight.
Boon: Jenny here says you would.
[bars rattle]
And she's had the last word in many such a disagreement.
Markham: Boon. I know Boyd is the brain behind your attempt to rob me.
You and your brother were just pawns.
Carl: We were soldiers.
Markham: No, you were pawns.
He sent you out to attack that armored car while he executed his real plan ... kidnap my fiancée, extort the $10 million that way. He screwed you both.
Earl: You're lying. Boyd wouldn't do that to us. Would he, Carl?
Markham: Ever hear of Judge Zeke Baron?
Earl: I know of Baron's pawn shop. That's Judge Zeke. He owns it. He got an office out back. Buy enough of his junk for double what it cost, he's amenable to signing a release, get you R.O.R.'d.
Earl: What does that have to do with us? It means we're gettin' out of here. Means you're gettin' out of here. What about Earl?
Earl: Yeah. Drop our ... is one man affort, Carl.
Carl: Well, why me? Why not the hat kid? Boyd knows you. Ask him where my money is.
If he knows, put a bullet between his eyes.
If he doesn't know... put a bullet between his eyes anyway.
Carl: What if I tell you Boyd's been good to me, huh? And I don't want your damn job.
Markham: If you refuse, if you fail... or if you run off when you get into the outside world, then... Jenny will blow Earl a kiss.
[taps]
Carl: [sighs]
[music]
[animal chitters in distance]
[birds crying and cawing]
[door creaks]
Tim: Clear.
Willits: Clear.
Tim: Somebody's been here.
Willits: I imagine this place has been put to all sorts of use.
Kids stealing, coming in here to hook up.
Raylan: It's warm in here. You notice that? Like someone had a space heater.
Tim: Drag marks right here by the doorway. $10 million is a lot of weight.
Willits: Maybe spied us, left in a hurry. If so, they ain't far, and they're not moving fast. We need to shift choppers and dogs to this ridge, set the perimenter around this point as ground zero. You got any guys you can spare?
Willits: I can ask. Uh, if so, you wanna ride on one of the helicopters? One of them's got F.L.I.R. Maybe get you a seat if you want.
Raylan: Definitely.
Vasquez: It's beyond bad, chief.
It's career-ending ... mine... and yours.
You were the one that told me to put Raylan in the lead.
Rachel: Why did you call us in here, Vasquez?
Vasquez: Where is he?
Rachel: Where's who?
Art: He's working the fugitive. As the closest deputy to the case, he is the most likely to find her.
Vasquez: Oh, Jesus, Art. Seriously? I mean, really, seriously?
God damn it, what ... what did he, promise you a cut?!
Art: I'm gonna do you the goddamn common courtesy of pretending I didn't hear that sh1t come out of your mouth. He was banging her in the past. He's almost certainly banging her now! His banging her in the past wrecked the criminal case back then! And then here we are again now! History repeating itself. Then he lets her shoot his, uh, whatever-the-hell-you-want- to-call-Boyd. That's convenient. And this marshal, whom we've defended on countless questionable shootings, well, he decides this time, he's gonna holster his piece, and he's just gonna wave goodbye as she drives away.
Art: [sighs]
Vasquez: You take umbrage with me all you want, Chief Deputy Mullen. You give me that look like you wanna choke me right now. But eventually, the both of you are gonna have to come to grips with the reality.
Rachel: And in your version of reality?
Vasquez: Your marshal and his girlfriend have stolen $10 million right out from under our noses.
[sighs]
[telephone ringing in distance]
[helicopter approches]
[cellphone buzzing]
Raylan: [loudly] Givens. I'm about to get on a helicopter.
Art: [sighs]
I need you back in Lexington now.
Raylan: What? What? Hey, I ain't kidding about the helicopter. It's hovering above my head. Why I'm talking so loud.
Art: Let the helicopter go. Let somebody else take a ride. I need you in the office.
Raylan: What'd I do?
Art: That's a long list.
Raylan: I know that tone, Art. I know it too well, as a matter of fact. Just tell me.
Art: Vasquez has voiced a concern.
Raylan: Raised a concern or leveled an accusation?
Art: Look, you know where this is going. You tell me.
Raylan: He thinks I conspired with Ava.
Oh, tell me you ain't entertaining the notion that that is anything other than utter horseshit. [sighs] All I'm saying is you're not giving me a leg to stand on here. I'm having trouble enough defending your actions even absent your and Ava's history.
Raylan: Just let me get on the helicopter, take one pass, see if I can spot 'em. They're close, Art. I'm telling you, I can feel it. They're close.
[helicopter whirring]
Art: All right. You know me so well.
I'm sure you can understand my tone when I say to you let the goddamn helicopter go and get your ass back to Lexington right now.
[whirring continues]
[cell phone beeps]
[starts engine]
[under breath] God damn it.
[music]
[whirring]
Ava: Okay...
[panting]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Stiles: Are you Deputy Dunlop?
Nelson: That's me.
Stiles: They say they got a deputy who wants to meet you outside. Givens, I think?
Nelson: I could use a coffee anyway. Keep an eye on him for me for a minute?
Stiles: Oh, yeah, you bet.
Nelson: Thanks. [telephone rings]
Stiles: [whispers] Let's go.
Stiles: All right, now you're gonna have to make this look good, all right?
[door closes]
Stiles: How about you hit me?
Boyd: Carl?
[whack]
Carl. Carl?
Carl: [grunting]
[panting]
That look good enough to you, you son of a bitch?
Boyd: Wha...
Carl: Where's the money, Boyd?
Boyd: Why are you pointing a gun at me? I'm infirm.
Carl: I trusted you. You sold Earl and I out. You set the cops on us.
Boyd: Who sold you that wooden nickel? Son, I had every intention of meeting you ...
Carl: Don't... lie to me, Boyd! Now where's the goddamn money?
Boyd: Carl, I'm sorry. I-I made a bad decision. Trust me, son. And if I had to do it all over again, I'd do it different.
[click]
Carl: Last chance.
Boyd: Hey, hey.
Carl: Where is the money?
Boyd: God damn it, I saved your life down in that mine.
Carl: [breathing heavily]
He's got my brother, Boyd. I ain't got no choice in this.
Boyd: Who's got your brother? Markham?
Carl: [breathes heavily]
Boyd: Well, damn, son, get me outta here.
Let's go get that money. We'll get your brother.
We'll kill that son of a bitch. I'll give you half of everything that I put my hands on. Carl... Carl, I know that we have had a bad run of luck lately, but we can change it right now, god damn it. Contrary to everything that's happened, I care deeply about you and your brother.
$5 million?
[exhales deeply]
Now go get that key, son. Come on. [exhales deeply]
Carl: Yeah.
[siren whoops]
[reverse alert beeping]
[brakes squeal]
[radio chatter]
[clatter]
Give me that jacket.
Boyd: Where's he now?
Carl: Earl is in the jail under guard. Markam bought a couple dirty cops. Do anything for him.
Boyd: Let's go kill that skinny son of a bitch.
Carl: Question is now, how we gonna get you out past the nurses' stand without anybody noticing?
Boyd: [sighs] It shouldn't be too hard with all the chaos.
Carl: What chaos?
[gunshot]
[alarm sounding]
Boyd: We got a shooter on the floor! Everybody clear out!
Woman: Get outta here!
Man: He said shooter! Come on!
[alarm continues sounding, people shouting indistinctly]
[police radio chatter]
Raylan: Where's Nelson?
Tim: Somewhere wishing he wasn't Nelson.
Why didn't he get any backup?
Tim: Everyone's out looking for Ava.
Raylan: Oh, my god.
Tim: The word I got is you're supposed to be headed back to Lexington, face this Vasquez reckoning.
Raylan: Yeah, I was headed back to Lexington. Then I got word Crowder escaped marshals' custody and reframed my priorities somewhat.
Tim: And creepy how excited you seem right now, not that I am questioning your priorities.
Raylan: My priorities are straight.
Tim: Uh-huh. So you're gonna keep cool when I tell you you need to follow Art's orders and head back to Lexington.
Raylan: Give me something here. Point me in the direction, couple hours.
Tim: Oh, so the joke here is that I give you directions back to Lexington, but since you know where that is ...
Raylan: Who is this peckerwood here? Is this Carl?
Jesus Christ, man. Carl.
Tim: I know. It's weird, isn't it? Maybe you should ask him about that when you get back to the office. Raylan; Tim, can we stop pretending there's any version of this conversation that ends with me going to the office?
Tim: If I help you out, you gonna cut me in on that $10 million?
Raylan: [sighs]
[telephone ringing in distance]
Man: # I wanna go back, #
♪ I wanna go up and down ♪ ♪ over all the little trees and passes ♪ ♪ that make up our hometown ♪
Boon: Got word from the hospital.
Markham: What?
♪ it all came crashing down ♪
Boon: Carl's dead. And ...
Markham: And Boyd escaped.
Markham: I told Carl what would happen if he failed in his job.
A deal's a deal. Call our friends at the jail. Get little brother out.
♪ we held each other close so tight ♪ ♪ I wanna go back ♪
[footsteps approach]
Man: Help ya?
Raylan: Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens.
Looking for Earl Lennon. May have him back there awaiting marshal's transfer back to Lexington.
Man: Oh, yeah, sure.
Raylan: Great. Whatever paperwork you, uh...
Man: Just need to, uh...
Raylan: Sure.
[door opens]
Crosley: Can I help you?
Raylan: Hey.
Look at that. Got him all ready for me. Nah, this prisoner's been entrusted to my offices' charge. I mean, what might you think, you can just walk on out of here with him?
Raylan: Uh, this. Not to get all federal on you, but... kinda is what it is.
Crosley: Yeah, well, I'm gonna have to make a call.
Raylan: See? There it is.
Crosley: There what is?
Raylan: You know, it don't bother me much running into a cop from this town that's bent to sh1t.
I grew up around here. Kinda expect it now and then.
What irritates me is when you call 'em on it, and they give you this look like, "how dare you insinuate I'm a piece of sh1t tarnishing my badge?" I see you doing the math, whether you're gonna tolerate the insult. But you should know, one of your co-workers is in the hospital with brain bleed, and this boy's brother's dead, so you might wanna factor them items into the equation before you decide what you're gonna do next.
Crosley: Number one ... I don't like your tone. Number two ... that badge don't mean sh1t. And number three ... this boy's been bonded out fair and square. Matter of fact, I was just about to call the judge.
Raylan: The marshal service have spent a lot of time and effort apprehending a fugitive that's now out on the run, and lives are in danger because of it, so every time you open your mealy mouth to lie, I think of that, and I start picturing how you'd look without any of your goddamn teeth.
Earl: Wait. Did you say my brother's dead?
Raylan: Earl... step away from the dirty cop and come with me, nice and slow. Thank you.
[Pachelbel's "Canon in D" playing]
Katherine: Hello, Michael.
Mike: Hello, Ms. Hale.
Katherine: Michael, would you mind giving me a gun until this unfortunate mess is over? You can retreave it later.
How does that sound?
[whispers] Thank you.
[handcuffs clanking]
[sighs]
Wynn... Avery wanted to give me your murderous rat head as a wedding present, but I thought, no, I should do something nice for him, get our marriage started out on the right foot. The things we do for love. [chuckles]
Duffy: You gonna put it in a big, blue Tiffany box like that ring on your finger?
Katherine: You're being awfully flip for someone who's about to die.
Duffy: What do you want me to say, Katherine?
Yes, I ratted out Grady to Simon Poole and, yes, I killed Simon Poole because Simon Poole was gonna rat me out to Grady. The life we chose, huh?
Katherine: Why kill Grady?
Duffy: What do you care? You were schtupping Markham. You think about it, I did you a favor.
Katherine: Yeah. Yeah, maybe you did. But, Wynn... Grady was my husband. He was my partner. And here's how it works. You protect your partner, and you avenge them against people who do them wrong. That is something I strongly believe.
[sighs]
[sniffles]
Front of the head? [click] Or back? Suit yourself.
Mike: Wait, wait, wait, wait. We don't have to kill him.
Katherine: Michael.
Mike: Just put the word out he's a rat. Let him fend for himself out there.
Katherine: Move aside.
Mike: Look, I don't like what Duffy did, but he's my boss, and I'd have to avenge him, anybody did him wrong. That's what you just said, right?
Katherine: Oh, for god's sake.
Mike: I mean, I think he's ...
[gunshot]
Aah! [grunting]
Wynn: Michael!
[gunshot]
Jesus Christ!
[gunshot]
Jesus!
[grunting]
Duffy: Aah!
Mike: [grunting]
Katherine: [grunting]
[gunshot]
Mike: Aah!
Duffy: Mikey!
Mike: [grunting] Ohh!
Duffy: Mikey!
[crack]
Katherine: [gasps]
Mike: [panting]
Katherine: [gasps]
Mike: [grunting]
[thud]
Mike: [exhales deeply]
Duffy: [panting]
Mike: [grunting and gasping]
[handcuffs rattle]
Mike: [continues grunting]
Duffy: [gasps]
Mike: [groaning]
Duffy: Mikey. Mikey.
Mike: Will you hold me?
Duffy: Yeah. [crying]
Duffy: [grunting]
[continues grunting]
It's okay. Shh. Shh! [groaning]
Duffy: Shh!
Mike: [gurgling]
Duffy: [exhales deeply]
Duffy: [grunting]
[gasping]
[cell phone beeps]
[dialing cell phone, beep]
[gasps]
[exhales deeply]
[line rings]
[breathing heavily]
[line connects]
Woman: 9-1-1. What is your emergency?
Duffy: [breathing heavily]
I'm not sure where to start. [exhales deeply]
[door creaks]
[music]
Raylan: [clicks tongue]
Nice hat. You take that off that dude at the diner?
Boon: That one didn't appeal to me. Smelled like patchouli and scared hipster.
No. I had this one made custom.
And it cost me a pretty penny. Say you like it, though?
Raylan: I do. It may be the only thing I like about you right about now.
Now, get out of my way.
I didn't come here to talk about hats.
Boon: [inhales sharply] This is my favorite part.
Don't you just love this part?
Can hear a goddamn pin drop.
Markham: Boon, let him back.
Boon: Check my balls right now. Be purple, they're so blue.
Raylan: You stay where I can see you.
Markham: [laughs]
Raylan: I'll be brief.
I got a kid in my car who's nervous being this close to the Portal.
Markham: I got no idea what you're talking about.
Raylan: It's all right. Time comes, you and Earl both can tell it to the judge. The song he's singing about how his brother got dead ... enough to put you away for a good stretch. So, to that end, you are gonna leave off chasing after that money ... you, your shit-heel cop army, anybody else you got involved, and you are definitely gonna abandon any thoughts you got of causing harm to the lady stole it.
Markham: You misread my intentions, deputy. I got no cause to engage in that kind of behavior, poison my own well when I'm just starting to feel like I'm... home at last, setting down roots with my lady friend.
Raylan: Your lady friend? She and I have long ... for this county, son. County we grew up in. Screwed your only back then.
Raylan: You don't know.
Markham: Don't know what?
Raylan: Mr. Markham, your lady friend is dead as of a half-hour ago.
Went pretty badly, as I understand it, in the confines of a motor coach belonging to Wynn Duffy.
All this... is on you. As you undertake your grieving, may that guide you, as you contemplate your next move. Gentlemen.
[door opens, closes]
Raylan: Hey, what you doing back there? You fall asleep?
You trying to get me shot?
Raylan: You think they're gonna shoot you? sh1t, maybe I should stand away.
Earl: [huffs] I-I ... Do we have to do this right here?
Raylan: I could haul him in for his threat to you. You know that, right?
Earl: Well, then I got to testify against him?
Raylan: That is how the justice system works, yes.
Earl: Well, the hell with that. That old prick killed my brother. I ain't about to be snitchin' from no witness stand when I could just as easily put a goddamn gun in his mouth later.
Raylan: Hey, dumb-ass.
Earl: What?
Raylan: Talking that way, now I can take you in for the same sh1t.
Earl: Well, so do it then. You're just about a stiff-neck little son of a bitch, ain't you?
Earl: [sniffs] Yeah, I guess so.
Raylan: Yeah. Yeah.
[breathes sharply]
Earl: So what now?
What now? I drop you someplace, call you in as a pick-up for the locals, hope you don't end up in the same jail cell as you were before.
Earl: No, no, wait, wait, now, sh1t. Or I could drop you off similarly, only call in the marshal service, put you in P.C., make sure he don't get anywhere near you. How's testifying sound to you now? Hmm?
[sighs]
He was my brother. He was my only brother.
Raylan: I understand. Take your time.
[inhales]
[sighs]
Earl: You know, you asked me earlier if I ever heard anything about what the plan was?
Raylan: Mm-hmm.
Earl: You know, after, with Boyd and Ava and the money.
Raylan: And?
Earl: Well, I never heard anything about that, but when they were trying to smuggle that Walker dude out, they ... they mentioned two things ... pig sh1t trucks, and Grubes. Somebody named Grubes.
[knock on door]
[music]
Ava: [softly] Come on.
[knock on door]
[sighs, chuckles]
Guess we wait till he comes back.
Zachariah: In this cold? [chuckles] Come on in!
Ava: [sighs]
[door closes]
Zachariah: Damn, what's that stink?
Ava: Oh... [coughs, sighs]
Zachariah: Grubes?
Ava: Oh, no, no, no. No...
[yelling] Nooo!
[music]
[cell phone vibrates, beeps]
Raylan: Givens.
Art: Tell me you're on your way in.
Raylan: Yeah.
You got a locator on the car. You'll find a kid in it I picked up. Used to work for Boyd. Just put him in P.C. and give him some good charges on Markham, we pull his head out of the dead long enough to do it.
Art: Or you could honor the responsibility that comes with wearing that badge and bring him when you come back here right now like you were ordered.
Raylan: No, I'm coming back when I get Boyd or Ava and the money, or all three.
Art: [sighs] Are you sure you want to do this?
Raylan: [sighs] I don't see as I got a choice. Do you? Art, you see where I got a choice?
Art: You got 48 hours, Raylan. That's all I can give you.
Raylan: 48 hours, bullshit. Who you got coming after me? Everybody?
Art: You got too high an opinion of yourself. Of course, you always have. Everybody's out looking for Boyd.
I'll be the one coming after you.
[cell phone beeps]

Summary:

Output: Art comes back from leave to take over Marshal operations in Kentucky. Vasquez questions Raylan and his relationship with Ava, whom he allowed to escape with the money, suggesting they are in cahoots. Later, after Raylan fails to heed instructions to return to Lexington, Art says he'll be coming to bring Raylan in himself. Boyd has been patched up and Raylan offers him opportunity to give up Ava before Avery and Katherine find her, but Boyd is intent on finding her himself. Boyd does suggest that Ava may be getting help from Zachariah, who helps Ava drag the money up to an abandoned mining rescue supply station in the hills. They've already left when the Marshals arrive, hiking to meet Grubes who can lead them across the mountains. However, they arrive to find the hermit long dead. Katherine responds to Mikey's call, but as she talks to Wynn about protecting and avenging ones partner, Mikey realizes there are other codes to follow and has a change of heart. Mikey takes five bullets but still manages to kill Katherine with his bare hands, passing Wynn the handcuff keys and asking Wynn to hold him as he collapses and dies. Avery pays-off the jail guards to visit Carl and Earl, arranging Carl's release on a mission to kill Boyd under threat of Earl's life. One of Avery's crooked cops gets Carl into Boyd's hospital room where Carl interrogates Boyd with a gun to his head, but becomes convinced Boyd is his best chance of saving his brother and getting out clear. After getting uncuffed from his hospital bed and into the lawman's uniform, Boyd shoots Carl dead to cause a diversion and escape. Learning that Carl failed, Avery gets Earl released as well but Raylan arrives in time to thwart the crooked cops. Raylan drives Earl to the Pizza Portal and threatens Avery's testimony in Carl's death for Avery to abandon any further efforts to reclaim the money or harm Ava, while also encouraging Earl to agree to testify that he might benefit from protective custody. Earl tells Raylan about Grubes, and Raylan heads into the hills leaving the Marshals to pick up Earl. Boon continues to threaten and intimidate Loretta.

... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]