In episode 3 the Doctor and Rose travel again but this time the go into the other direction, into the past
Summary:
Strange things happen in Mr Sneed's funeral home in Cardiff in 1869. The dead come back to life and he has to get them back with the help of his maid Gwyneth. The Doctor and Rose land accidentally in this time and start to investigate these happenings. Charles Dickens is in town and helps them to find out what is behind the walking dead. They find out that the dead are inhabited by an alien race called the Gelth who come through the Rift in Cardiff to save themselves. The Gelth ask the Doctor for help and he tells them that he will do everything to keep them alive. Gwyneth is the key to open the Rift but are the Gelth really the harmless aliens they pretend to be?
When I watched the episode for the first time, there was no sign of Torchwood yet and we didn't know that Eve Myles, who plays Gwyneth in this episode, come back later as Gwen Cooper. It is quite fun to watch her in this episode and know that she will be back later as her own descendant.
I liked the story with the ghosts who turned out to be aliens who turned out to be bad aliens. In this episode Rose and the Doctor disagree about what to do with the aliens and I guess the Doctor wants to save them because he feels guilty about the Time War and that he was the reason that many planets and races have been destroyed. Rose distrusts the aliens because she had some bad encounters with aliens before even if she hasn't travelled with the Doctor for a long time. I loved Charles Dickens in this episode. The actor who played him was just brilliant and it gave the episode a feel like it was really playing in the past. I really enjoy the episodes of Doctor Who when they include characters from the past and this episode was no exception.
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02 January 2012
16 May 2011
Quotes from "The Unquiet Dead"
Today I have some great quotes from the episode "The Unquiet Dead" for you.
Rose: Think about it, though. Christmas 1860. It happened once. Just once, and it's… gone, it's finished. It'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone, a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still.
The Doctor: Not a bad life.
Rose: Better with two.
The Doctor: (to Rose) Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella!
The Doctor: Honestly, Charles, can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan.
Charles Dickens: What? Big what?
The Doctor: Fan. Number 1 fan, that's me.
Charles Dickens: How exactly are you a “fan”? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?
Gwyneth: I’m sorry, sir. We’re closed.
Charles Dickens: Nonsense. Since when does an undertaker keep office hours? The dead don’t die on schedule.
Rose: How much do you get paid?
Gwyneth: Eight pound a year, miss.
Rose: How much?
Gwyneth: I know! I would've been happy with six.
Gwyneth: (to Rose) You’re from London. I’ve seen London in drawings but never like that. All those people rushing about… half-naked, for shame. And the noise. And the metal boxes racing past. And the birds in the sky... no, no, they’re metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you... you’ve flown so far, further than anyone. The things you’ve seen. The darkness... the big bad wolf.
Rose: You can't let (the Gelth) run around inside dead people!
The Doctor: Why not? It's just like recycling.
Rose: Seriously though, you can't.
The Doctor: Seriously though, I can.
The Doctor: Mr. Sneed, what's the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?
Gabriel Sneed: That would be.. the morgue.
Rose: No chance you're going to say "gazebo," is there?
The Doctor: What about me? I saw the fall of Troy. World War Five. I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party, now I'm going to die in a dungeon. In Cardiff!
Charles Dickens: There are more things on heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor.
Charles Dickens: After all these revelations, there's one mystery you haven't explained. Answer me this… who are you?
The Doctor: Just a friend, passing through.
Charles Dickens: But you have such knowledge of future times. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you… my books. Doctor, do they last?
The Doctor: Oh, yes.
Charles Dickens: For how long?
The Doctor: Forever.
Rose: Think about it, though. Christmas 1860. It happened once. Just once, and it's… gone, it's finished. It'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone, a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still.
The Doctor: Not a bad life.
Rose: Better with two.
The Doctor: (to Rose) Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella!
The Doctor: Honestly, Charles, can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan.
Charles Dickens: What? Big what?
The Doctor: Fan. Number 1 fan, that's me.
Charles Dickens: How exactly are you a “fan”? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?
Gwyneth: I’m sorry, sir. We’re closed.
Charles Dickens: Nonsense. Since when does an undertaker keep office hours? The dead don’t die on schedule.
Rose: How much do you get paid?
Gwyneth: Eight pound a year, miss.
Rose: How much?
Gwyneth: I know! I would've been happy with six.
Gwyneth: (to Rose) You’re from London. I’ve seen London in drawings but never like that. All those people rushing about… half-naked, for shame. And the noise. And the metal boxes racing past. And the birds in the sky... no, no, they’re metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you... you’ve flown so far, further than anyone. The things you’ve seen. The darkness... the big bad wolf.
Rose: You can't let (the Gelth) run around inside dead people!
The Doctor: Why not? It's just like recycling.
Rose: Seriously though, you can't.
The Doctor: Seriously though, I can.
The Doctor: Mr. Sneed, what's the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?
Gabriel Sneed: That would be.. the morgue.
Rose: No chance you're going to say "gazebo," is there?
The Doctor: What about me? I saw the fall of Troy. World War Five. I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party, now I'm going to die in a dungeon. In Cardiff!
Charles Dickens: There are more things on heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor.
Charles Dickens: After all these revelations, there's one mystery you haven't explained. Answer me this… who are you?
The Doctor: Just a friend, passing through.
Charles Dickens: But you have such knowledge of future times. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you… my books. Doctor, do they last?
The Doctor: Oh, yes.
Charles Dickens: For how long?
The Doctor: Forever.
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