“Five billion years and it still comes down to money.” - The Doctor
Episode title: “The End of the World”
Season: 1
Part: 1 of 1
Doctor: Christopher Eccleston
Companion(s): Rose Tyler
Standalone or Arc episode: Standalone
Basic plot: The great and the good (i.ie., the rich bastards) gather to witness the end of our planet. But sabotage is in the air.
Importance: 4 (for the first appearance in the reboot of the Face of Boe, the first use of psychic paper, and the first mention of both the time war and Bad Wolf)
Crisis point(s) if any: Um, Platform One is about to be vaporised?
Original transmission date: April 2 2005
Writer(s): Russel T. Davies
Director: Euros Lyn
Timeline(s) 5,000,000,000 (5 billion) years in the future
Location: Earth, or rather, orbiting it on Platform One
Villain/Monster (if any): Cassandra, the so-called last human
Deaths: 4
Lives saved (episode): 0
Planets/civilisations/races saved (episode): 0
Planets/civilisations/races saved (cumulative): 0
Lives saved (cumulative): 0
Locations:
TARDIS
Platform One
London
Bodycount
Historical
0
Incidental
2 (Raffalo; Alien steward)
Direct
2 (Cassandra, Jabe)
Total: 4
Running total: 7
Recycle Factor: 0
Planets mentioned:
Aliens: Far too many to list, but the important ones, and the ones announced or named (bear with me if I misspell or mishear; I’m doing this from the episode without subtitles): Jabe of the Forest of Cheem; The Face of Boe; The Moxx of Balhoon; The Adherents of the Repeated Meme (that’s got to be a comment on social media if ever there was one); The Brothers Hofftiny; Ambassadors from the city-state of Binding Light; Raffalo (don’t know what she is, but she’s from Crispallion and has blue skin and is a plumber).
Mysteries: Who is trying to sabotage Platform One?
Religion: 2
Humour: 3
Episode rating: 8/10
Typical of this show that its second episode features such a title, and yet, it’s not a really apocalyptic scenario as such. The Doctor isn’t trying to save Earth - he can’t; this is just the natural death of our planet as our sun goes nova, and he’s brought Rose to witness it. Perhaps a bit insensitive. Nobody wants to see their own death (just ask Ebenezer Scrooge) but much less do they want to see their homeworld die. Then again, she did kind of goad him and he’s anxious both to impress her and to prove that he can do what he says he can. Sort of reminiscent of Douglas Adams’
Restaurant at the End of the Universe, though there, everyone gathered at
Milliways not to see just the end of Earth, but the end of everything. Here, it’s a space station called Platform One which hosts the gala party presiding over the demise of our little blue sphere. This is the first time, I believe (classic Who fans can correct me id not) that we see the TARDIS actually move through space/time. Usually it just vanished and reappeared; now we see it actually plunging into the timestream.
You have to say, it’s a bit cheap of the Doctor, isn’t it? The alien gives him a cutting of her grandfather, no doubt a rare gift, and he breathes on her. Air from my lungs, indeed! Might as well have given her a Tesco gift card! Mind you, the “gift” from the Moxx of Balhoon (sounds like a particularly big and drunk Irishman from the West!) is worse - he spits at them both, Yuck. First usage of “psychic paper”, which the Doctor uses to convince people he is authorised to be wherever he is, and the first appearance of the Face of Boe, who as we all know will turn out to be Captain Jack Harkness. No I bloody won’t spoiler it! That information is decades old now. Poor Rose looks totally bewildered and lost among all these aliens, with the imminent death of her homeworld the backdrop to their partying. Got to feel for her. And then to see the so-called last human, basically a flat sheet of skin stretched across what looks like a bed frame, voiced by one of my least favourite actresses, she must feel, well, alien.
We have the technology. We can rebuild her. Oh no wait: we can't.
She must also feel like screaming, a little like Fry in
Futurama when the “fungineers” on the Moon got it so wrong, and he knew. This Cassandra is talking about ostriches breathing fire, mistakes a jukebox for an ipod, and Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love” for classical music (though I suppose, five billion years from now, maybe it would be). Also being an actual, real, living human - and not just a stretched and rapidly-drying canvas of skin - she must want to laugh or cry at the self-appointed last human. The Doctor seems to be enjoying it; of course, he’s been here before, probably many times, so it doesn’t seem at all odd to him. Again though, he seems to all but forget Rose, to miss the fact that all this is new and possibly frightening to the girl, and in point of fact, he churlishly leaves her on her own to fend for herself in literally an alien environment.
The usage of “Have a nice day”, even five billion years in the future, is quite amusing. Never went out of fashion. Rose’s “conversation” with the cutting, when she says “we might be related” is funny too. I suppose in some ways, watching the Earth die is a bit of a wrench for the Doctor, who has watched over it for over nine hundred years, give or take a decade, and it possibly also reminds him of the destruction of his own home planet, though I think that’s in the future for us. Still, as he doesn’t live a linear existence, the event has both happened and is yet to, so it must be tough. Kind of makes you wonder why he came here in the first place. Rose is showing she’s not going to just fall into line, arguing with him and berating him for things like allowing the TARDIS to alter her brain so that she can understand alien languages. She says he never even asked her, and he didn’t - he didn’t think to - but I suppose it can be seen as a form of violation if you choose to look at it that way. Not quite the same as swallowing a Babel fish now, is it?
Watching the sun set turned out to be not quite the romantic experience Rose had envisaged…
I love the juxtaposition of Rose being five billion years in the future and phoning her mum, who is doing something so ordinary as washing clothes. In real terms, Jackie Tyler has long long ago turned to dust - in fact, her dust has turned to dust, along with every other inhabitant of Earth - yet here she is, talking to her daughter as if she were just down the road and about to walk in. Hard to get your head around that one. It’s good though, because, as I assume the Doctor knew, talking to her mum provides Rose with a very necessary and needed anchor to her past, both her past life before she met him and Earth’s past, and gives her something to hope for. She knows, surely, that they can leave this time and travel back to her flat, and she will see her mum again, who will think nothing has happened, but for a long moment there I think Rose forgot that, and considered herself trapped friendless and without family in the far-flung future (you’re right: that is a lot of words beginning with f!) and now she knows she’s not alone. So, you know, sometimes he does take notice of how strange and unsettling all of this must be for his new Companion.
You know, if something is that deadly that it can actually kill you, you would think it would be hard to accidentally deploy it, but one of them spider-things just has to push one button and down comes the sunshield? A bit careless. What if someone hit it by mistake? And there seems to be no override? Hah! Rose really lets fly at Cassandra, doesn’t she, telling her what’s what. That’ll shut the flat sheet up. Maybe. You have to say, those Adherents haven’t exactly got the idea of subterfuge down, have they? If anyone looks like they’re plotting something, they’re the ones. Though of course, they’re not: it’s bloody Cassandra who’s behind it all. So the Earth dies to the strains of Britney Spears, eh? Surely something more appropriate could have been chosen? Tom Waits’ “The Earth Died Screaming?” Europe’s “The Final Countdown”? Thin Lizzy’s “The Sun Goes Down”? Meh, have it your way then.
I would say it’s kind of a backward step to have the Doctor save the day while the Companion is trapped and useless, but I guess the show is finding its feet, so we’ll allow it this one. Good usage of the old Poe trope here, with the turning blades preventing passage forward to the shut-off switch, and necessitating the sacrifice of Jabe. Sort of takes the show out of the realm of the superficial and surface and into darker areas, where good people die and there’s nothing the Doctor can do about it. In fact, it has to happen, if everyone is to be saved. Spock knew the deal: the needs of the many etc. Even more bitter a taste for our Doctor, who was, I think, turning sweet on Jabe. Well, as Holly once noted in
Red Dwarf, she won’t be much use to him now, not unless it snows and he needs something to grit the path with! I also like the way the obstacle thrown in his way is such old-school technology: big revolving metal propellers, the kind of thing you would have thought would have been replaced by now, but sometimes I guess if it ain’t broke…
“Look, I booked this room with Gerry. We have it till 7pm and - what? What do you mean, there’s no Gerry working there? Hello? Hello?”
I guess the Doctor’s razor-sharp mind comes into play here, as he no doubt rapidly calculates the angles and the rate of turn and the tiny gaps as the blades rotate, and with
a single second to go manages to get to the switch and save everyone. Though not Earth, as that’s destined to, as Zaphod Beeblebrox once grinned, do the big firework. I don’t like though how he walks past Rose without barely a glance; I know they’re only getting to know each other, but she could have died. He’s more concerned though with letting Jabe’s attendants know about how she made the ultimate sacrifice, so again maybe we can let it slide. This is also the first time we see how terrible the Doctor can be when he has revenge in mind, and the way he coldly and dispassionately summons Cassandra back to Platform One and then watches as she dries up, pleads for mercy, explodes and dies, shows that he is not a man to be messed with! In the end, Cassandra kind of was the last human, exhibiting all those nasty traits we do: the pursuit of wealth, the will to murder to get what she wants, and the intention of clogging up the courts by using technicality after technicality to stymie the trial. And she was also vain to a fault. Good riddance to her.
I find it interesting too
(Stop saying interesting! - No) that you could almost make the case that, having been humanity’s protector for almost all of his long life, if we do allow Cassandra the distinction of being the last human alive (Rose will of course return to her own time) then the Doctor makes a conscious decision to throw away his morals and principles, to allow the last of his protectees to die - watches as she does - and so at the very end, fails in his mission. Not only that, but he essentially sacrifices Earth and humans for an alien he has just met, and fallen either in love with (if he can love) or has taken very much an interest in. In the final analysis, the Doctor’s last action, the emotion that motivates him as the Earth finally goes down, is revenge. You might say, possibly, in one way he is taking vengeance for all the times he protected Earth and got no credit, and nobody even knew, other than whoever his Companion was. It might ne said his last act towards Earth is petty spite, like a child who has lost interest in their toy. Not that Cassandra didn’t deserve it, but you would have liked to have thought he was a better man than that, and above such petty motives. His cold comment that “Everything has its time, and everything dies” might as easily refer to Earth, or Gallifrey, as Cassandra, and perhaps shows why, when they arrived and Rose thought he was there to save Earth, he quickly disabused her of such romantic notions. When something has reached the end, it can’t, and shouldn’t be saved.
However there is also time for an admission, as the Doctor tells Rose his planet is gone. “It burned,” he says. “There was a great war, and we lost.” There’s a moment of sort of existential angst, as the Doctor shakes his head at everyone rushing to and fro, not realising that one day their very planet will no longer be here, but that’s five billion years in the future, and isn’t that the smell of chips?