In the rocket, Toby Zed begins to laugh. Quietly and to himself. Nobody's quite as happy as Toby that they've gotten away alive. "Not all of us," grumbles Rose. "We're not out of it yet," notes Zach. "We're still the first people in history to fly away from a black hole." Toby checks the pull of the Pit: "Gravity funnel holding, sir. Always holding." In a vacuum gravity's a constant; black holes change things but let's stay with that idea for a sec.
"I accept that you exist," the Doctor grants Him. "I don't have to accept what you are, but your physical existence, I'll give you that." The Beast growls, and the Doctor takes a few steps toward It. "But I don't understand. I was expected down here. I was given a safe landing, and air. You need me for something. What for?" The Beast lunges, straining against His chains. "Have I got to...I dunno, beg an audience? Or is there a ritual? Some sort of incantation or summons or spell? All these things I don't believe in. Are they real?" (I said I wouldn't do this anymore, but: "Solsbury Hill" just came on shuffle. Computers are smarter than you and I. "Which connection I should cut.") The Beast just stares. "Speak to me! Tell me!" Words. The Beast is silent. "You won't talk. Or...you can't talk?" The Doctor talks to himself at length: "You spoke before. I heard your voice. An intelligent voice. No, more than that: brilliant! But, looking at you now, all I can see is Beast. The animal. Just the body. You're just the body, the physical form." The thing we share. It's us that give it power. "What's happened to your mind? Hmm? Where's it gone? Where's that intelligence?" And then he knows.
Toby Zed smiles. "Stats at 53, funnel status at 66.5, hull pressure constant. Smooth as we can, sir. All the way back home." Rose stares, not listening. No home, now. No time and no home. She's forgotten the big rule: the enemy's gate is down. Now, more than ever; now literally. As she speeds away; as Toby quirks his mouth. "Coordinates set for Planet Earth."
The Doctor keeps it up with the pictograms. For as long as it took the original people to develop an agrarian society and Devil-imprisoning technology and a Slayer. "You're imprisoned, long time ago, before the universe, after, sideways, in-between, doesn't matter. The positioning is perfect. It's absolutely...it's eternal. Oh, yes! Open the prison, the gravity field collapses! This planet falls into the black hole! You escape, you die. Brilliant! But that's just the body. The body is trapped, that's all. The Devil is just an idea. In all those civilizations...just an idea." Stop it, stop it, stop it. Not only are you squeezing the butterfly toward an end of sciencing the fiction that didn't need it, but you've got David Tennant -- a twitchy little sex bomb on his calmest day -- emoting and screaming and talk-thinking at a green screen and...I mean, MONKEY! CRACK! But at the same time? Devil's WAY gorgeous-looking, Ten always was, and yet: yelling. At nothing. About shit we already knew. For an eternity. First time through, I fucking hated the whole two-parter for this sequence alone. "But an idea is hard to kill. An idea could escape. The mind -- the mind of the great Beast -- the mind can escape! Oh, but that's it! You didn't give me air, your jailers did! They set this up! All those years ago! They need me alive. Because if you're escaping, then I've gotta stop you." It's like he read the S1 recaps. He picks up a rock. The Devil yells and yells. "If I destroy your prison, your body is destroyed. Your mind with it." The Doctor swings the rock, and then stops so that he can fucking talk some more. "...But then, you're clever enough to use this whole system against me. If I destroy this planet, I destroy the gravity field. The rocket. The rocket loses protection and falls into the black hole. I'll have to sacrifice Rose." The Doctor looks sick, the Devil laughs. JUMP. You were always going to have to do this. If you don't do it this week, you'll do it next week, or next season, or next Doctor. Fucking grow a pair and jump. She's not worth anything if she's not handing it on her end. She's only worth something if she's worth losing; that's what love is. How did you forget that? Stop clutching, you fool. Old lonely boy. The enemy's gate is down. JUMP.