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(Two moons shine through wispy clouds in a night sky as we fly over a snow-covered
landscape and a large red flying saucer, to a village, as an orchestra and choir gives us that
excellent Christmas hymn by Charles Wesley to the tune by Felix Mendelssohn. In a street
looking remarkably like Trap Street but with extra cheeriness and lights, the Tardis is being
quietly covered with the falling snow, and has some icicles hanging from it. There is a notice
fastened to the door - Carol Singers Will Be Criticised. A man in a red duel coat and
woolly bobble hat approaches the Mathiesa Boutique and turns left, looking at a piece of
CHOIR [OC]: Hark! The Herald Angels sing. Glory to the newborn king! Peace on earth
and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of
the skies.
(He turns around and sees the Tardis, then checks his piece of paper.)
(He goes up to the Tardis and knocks on the door. The Doctor answers it. He had two felt
DOCTOR: Antlers?
(The Doctor goes back inside, leaving the door slightly ajar.)
DOCTOR [OC]: You are a time-space machine. You're a vehicle! I've never asked you to
NARDOLE: No.
DOCTOR: Sorry?
DOCTOR: I'm never sure. I don't like being sure about things. One minute you're sure, the
NARDOLE: A piano?
DOCTOR: It's been a long day.
(They walk down the street, past all the lights and decorations. Another man carrying a
medical bag comes out of a side street and speaks to a passing woman.)
(They have passed the white painted fence denoting the edge of the village.)
DOCTOR: What?
(A door in the saucer opens, back-lighting a figure in a white fur trimmed hooded red floor-
length cloak, who walks forward down the ramp to meet them. Note - although this person's
face is partially obscured by the hood, her voice is instantly recognisable to us.)
DOCTOR: Hello.
doorstep?
RIVER: And now that you've met me, you'll do your very best to forget me.
DOCTOR: River!
NARDOLE: Oi! Doctor Song to you. Sometimes Professor, but mainly Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well, it's a tiny bit complicated. People usually need a flowchart.
RIVER: It doesn't matter. If either of you use my name again, I will remove your organs in
DOCTOR: Which alphabet? (grin fades) Sorry, you really didn't want these questions, did
you?
RIVER: My husband.
[Saucer chamber]
(Cloaked figures start to draw swords from scabbards slung across their backs, then return
HYDROFLAX: Ah.
(Hydraulic servos move, and we see a small male head where the neck should be on a huge
(There are screens recessed into the walls around the chamber.)
RIVER: You are surrounded by warrior monks with sentient laser swords, genetically
engineered anger problems and not enough to do. Best just stay still and keep your hands by
your side.
DOCTOR: Yes, that's who you're married to? Not anybody else?
(River goes to Hydroflax and caresses his armour. Nardole stands next to the Doctor, who
DOCTOR: He's a lying down person. I don't like lying down people. It's so untidy.
RIVER: My one true love. The only husband I will ever have.
(The Doctor rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. Nardole nudges him and he drops them by
HYDROFLAX: You have given me days of adventure and many nights of passion.
HYDROFLAX: My love?
RIVER: If you die this day, this galaxy will drown any tears. Oh, look at them, your people!
They watch and hope and pray. With so much at stake, I followed my heart. I disobeyed your
out her hand to him. Nardole chuckles and punches the Doctor lightly on the arm.)
DOCTOR: (sotto) This might be an alarming question in the circumstance, but you really do
NARDOLE: Oh.
DOCTOR: (sotto) Okay, calm down, keep it together. Don't make puddles.
DOCTOR: (sotto) Okay, never mind. You just stay there. (to a monk next to them.) You're
RIVER: Bow.
RIVER: You are in the presence of his Infinite Majesty, King Hydroflax. You will bow.
DOCTOR: Yeah, my back's playing up. It simply refuses to carry the weight of an entirely
pointless stratum of society who contribute nothing of worth to the world and crush the
RIVER: My love, you must rest. The surgeon and I will discuss the procedure. Prepare,
RIVER: Patience be with you all. Our King will rise again!
[Saucer room]
RIVER: Why?
DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor.
RIVER: Here's the entry wound, just below the hairline. And there's the projectile. It should
RIVER: At speed.
DOCTOR: No!
RIVER: Yes.
RIVER: The very same. Hydroflax was leading a raid on the Halassi vaults. In the ensuing
fire-fight, the whole thing blew up in his face, with the result that he now has the most
valuable diamond in the universe lodged three inches inside his enormous head.
(The Doctor reaches into the hologram and manipulates the holo-diamond.)
RIVER: Yes. I think it would be easier just to remove the whole thing, don't you?
DOCTOR: Wouldn't that kill him?
RIVER: You're the medical expert, but I'd say so, yes.
RIVER: I basically married the diamond. The Halassi want their diamond back, so they
came to me.
DOCTOR: Why?
(She empties a zippered bag, throwing out a red fez and a bronze plate.)
RIVER: Never had much of that. It'll fit in here, don't you think? I've checked it for leaks.
RIVER: No, I'm not. I'm actually murdering someone. Cheer up, get a saw, I'll kill the
lights, you kill the patient. I employed you. You agreed to this. Do you not know who that
man is? King Hydroflax, the butcher of the Bone Meadows, who ends his battles by eating
his enemies, dead or alive. The murder of a creature like that wouldn't weigh heavily on my
conscience, even if I had one. What's that face? Are you thinking? Stop it. You're a man, it
looks weird.
RIVER: He's dying. We're about to steal his head and scoop out his brains. Aren't we over-
thinking?
(The hologram of his head is replaced by the entire actual Hydroflax. The monks with him
(Hydroflax's three-fingered right hand turns his head to the side then pulls it o its
attachment and lowers it onto the table, then the body stomps two paces back.)
DOCTOR: You married a cyborg and you didn't even know it.
HYDROFLAX: I'll have you flogged and flayed and burnt. I will crush every last remnant of
RIVER: I'm Professor River Song. You have an ancient artefact of great value to good
people, and whatever it takes, I'm going to bring it home to them. You have stolen so much
from so many, King Hydroflax, and I'm the woman who's going to steal it all back.
(She pulls a trowel from her tool belt. It whirs as she uses it to zap the monk's swords, then
DOCTOR: Do not harm her! If you know what's good for you, do not lay a finger on that
woman.
(River keeps using her sonic trowel on the cyborg while the Doctor opens the garbage
disposal chute.)
DOCTOR: Back o from River Song. Give the order now. Get yourself under control.
(River runs to the Doctor's side, grabbing the bag, and points her trowel at Hydroflax's
head.)
RIVER: Sexy.
DOCTOR: Sorry?
HYDROFLAX: You will be crushed! You will be destroyed! You will beg my infinite
mercy!
RIVER: Try to follow me and I'll put him in a blender. Ramone, now.
[Mendorax Dellora]
(The Doctor and River's feet are two feet or so o the ground when they materialise, and
fall.)
RIVER: Ramone! Just once, can you get the height right?
HYDROFLAX [in bag] : When I escape, I will bring terror to you and your family. There is
RIVER: Home in on my signal. Get a shift on. Can you locate the Damsel?
HYDROFLAX [in bag]: Who dares laugh at Hydroflax? You shall be crushed! You shall
RIVER: This is a serious mission in a critical phase. There is nothing to laugh about here.
HYDROFLAX [in bag]: I shall make dust of you. My enemies are meat for the devouring!
DOCTOR: I can't approve of any of this, you know, but I haven't laughed in a long time.
HYDROFLAX [in bag]: Prepare to die in agony and submit to my supremacy! Unzip this
bag!
RAMONE: Professor Song! Sorry, Professor. Sorry about the height thing.
DOCTOR: Urgh! Doesn't it get dull after a while? As an activity, it's not hugely varied, is it?
RAMONE: Why?
RIVER: Well, you were being annoying. So, the Damsel. Do we have a fix?
RAMONE: Found the capsule just over in the village, but I can't locate Damsel. I've looked
everywhere.
RIVER: Have you been thorough? It's not easy, you know. He does have twelve faces.
(Ramone takes out a wallet and a sheaf photographs drops down. The Doctor looks down
them.)
RAMONE: None of these men are here. Are you sure it's one of these?
(The Doctor looks down the photographs from Hartnell to McCoy and smiles.)
RIVER: Yes! He only has these twelve faces. He'll be around here somewhere. This is the
(Then carries on down past McGann, Hurt, Eccleston, Tennant and Smith, and turns over
DOCTOR: Damsel.
DOCTOR: What if he has a face that you don't know about yet?
[Saucer room]
(Hydroflax's cybernetic body is interrogating poor Nardole.)
NARDOLE: Anything you like. I'll even write it down for you.
CYBORG: That will not be necessary. You will be uploaded. We apologise for the
inconvenience.
CYBORG: Recommendation.
NARDOLE: Ooooo!
(Nardole's head is now between the Cyborg's massive shoulders where Hydroflax's used to
(Nardole whimpers as stumpy metal wings are spread and rockets ignite under the Cyborg's
NARDOLE: Argh!
[Village]
(Ramone and River are walking together along the street, with the Doctor bringing up the
RAMONE: What if we can't find him? We need to get you o-world now.
DOCTOR: O-world. People never say that. (laughs) Are you new?
DOCTOR: Yes, he's probably o rebuilding a civilisation or defeating giant robot fish
RAMONE: The hopper is really close. We would be out of here in less than ten minutes.
RIVER: Yes. We're going to steal this box. Hush, you wouldn't understand.
(River produces a Yale type key and opens the Tardis door.)
DOCTOR: Okay. This er Damsel person. He sounds, he sounds pretty dangerous. Ish.
RIVER: It's a time machine. I can take it, do whatever I want for as long as I like and pop it
RIVER: How?
RIVER: I'll see you on Temple Beach. (kisses Ramone) I've already picked out your
swimwear.
(Ramone starts to walk away, then stops. River pops her head out of the Tardis.)
RIVER: Oh, before you come in, you'd better prepare yourself for a shock. It's not as snug as
it looks.
RAMONE: Finally?
[Tardis]
DOCTOR: Than it is
RIVER: I know where you're going with this, but I need you to calm down.
dimensional Euclidean geometry has been torn up, thrown in the air and snogged to death!
My grasp of the universal constants of physical reality has been changed forever.
RIVER: Would you like a drink? Aldebaran brandy. Help yourself, but don't tell Dad.
(Beeping.)
(The Doctor checks Hydroflax's head in the bag. The eyes are shut.)
DOCTOR: It seems to have powered down, conserving batteries. It's an in-built life-support
DOCTOR: Possibly.
(River activates the time engines, which briefly judder then make sick noises.)
RIVER: Hush.
RIVER: Something's interfering with the engines, which is technically not possible.
DOCTOR: Maybe.
machine had certain safeguards. For instance, maybe it can't take o when a life form
DOCTOR: Which would mean, and again, I'm just, I'm just wildly theorising here, that's the
DOCTOR: Hence it can't take o. Not when someone is in and out at the same time. I mean,
RIVER: Yes.
DOCTOR: Seriously?
[Village]
NARDOLE [OC]: It's me, yes. Please, you've got to help me.
NARDOLE [OC]: In the alleyway. Can't you see me? Come a bit closer.
(His torch finally lights up the Cyborg, which is pointing a gun at Nardole's head on its
shoulders.)
RAMONE: Nardole, why are you pointing a gun at your own head?
NARDOLE: It's not my head! Well, it is my head, but it's not my gun.
[Tardis]
RIVER: So, summing up. It's coming, we can't take o, we can't seal the doors.
DOCTOR: Yep.
HYDROFLAX: Argh!
[Village]
CYBORG: Inquiry. Are you acquainted with the criminal River Song?
CYBORG: Repeat, are you acquainted with the criminal River Song?
RAMONE: Yes.
[Tardis]
RAMONE [OC]: Doctor Song, are you there? I have a message for you.
RIVER: Ah!
(It stomps inside and grabs River, lifting her o the floor.)
RAMONE: No!
(The Doctor dodge past the Cyborg and closes the Tardis doors. The time engines start and
RIVER: Here.
(And throws it to the Doctor, who scoops Hydroflax into it and throws it back to River.)
[Baggage hold]
DOCTOR: What about the box? Stop holding my hand, people don't do that to me.
[Reception area]
(A marble floored place with aliens in dinner jackets and posh frocks. Two long staircases
run up the outer hull to the upper decks. River turns and closes the doors behind them.)
COMPUTER: We are currently cruising at warp factor twelve. Traversing the fourth galaxy
of our seven galaxy cruise. Next is the Andromeda galaxy. Supernova approaching now to
starboard.
(The big display on one wall says Harmony & Redemption 07:08:32:17. You are here -
Super Nova Gamma Eridani. An upright biped with blue scales and a pair of catfish-like
RIVER: Er, Flemming, I wonder, could you deadlock seal the baggage hold for me?
FLEMMING: It's a little irregular. The other passengers might want access.
(The light by the door lock turns from green to red. Clunk.)
FLEMMING: I was about to suggest that force-feeding might be required. This way. Oh,
HYDROFLAX [in bag]: My revenge will be merciless! I will rip you open and devour you!
RIVER: Here.
(She squirts a spray at her head, and golden energy pins up her hair, then transforms her
[Dining room]
RIVER: I've got the diamond. Now it's time to sell it.
RIVER: Tell me, were you born boring, or did you have to work at it?
RIVER: Look around you. The starship Harmony And Redemption, minimum ticket price
one billion credits, plus the provable murder of multiple innocent life forms. Suites are
RIVER: Thank you. Even the sta are required to have a verifiable history of indiscriminate
slaughter. This is where genocide comes to kick back and relax. Do try the fish.
[Reception area]
(Meanwhile, something is hammering at the baggage room door. An alien of the same
[Dining room]
(River is reading something.)
RIVER: -By geniuses. Hydroflax has a brain the size of a pea and it's currently under the
table.
DOCTOR: How?
(We now see River is holding her Tardis-styled Diary, first seen in Silence in the Library.)
RIVER: It's the easiest lie you can tell a man. They'll automatically believe any story they're
DOCTOR: River, there's er, there's something I should probably tell you.
WAITRESS: (a humanoid) Doctor Song, your guest has docked. He should be with you in a
WAITRESS: Of course.
DOCTOR: Is it sad?
DOCTOR: So?
RIVER: The man who gave me this was the sort of man who'd know exactly how long a
[Security oce]
RAMONE [on screen]: Please! I just need you to get me out of here.
CONCIERGE: He's in the main hold, sir, but you've deadlocked it.
FLEMMING: If you don't mind be observing, sir, you do seem a little nervous. Is someone
threatening you?
FLEMMING: Don't worry, I'll just stick my head round the door.
[Dining room]
(A shadow falls across their table. It is a bald man with a diagonal scar running around his
face from the back of his skull, round across the right temple to below his left cheek bone.
SCRATCH: I am Scratch.
RIVER: Don't care. Don't want to know. I'll need immediate payment. Can you do that?
DOCTOR: And could you either sit down or fetch us the wine list or something?
(Scratch sits.)
(Scratch runs his finger along his scar and something unlocks. Then he pulls his head open
napkin River holds out, thin strands of gunk still attached to it. He closes up his head again.)
SCRATCH: Once instructed, this will transfer the necessary funds to whatever account you
choose.
RIVER: You're going to have to dig for it a bit, but somehow I don't think that's going to be
(Scratch stands.)
RIVER: No. The diamond is in there. This is a public place, there won't be any tricks.
(The other diners turn. They are the same species as Scratch.)
RIVER: You needn't have bothered. I've brought what you want. Please do assume that I
have also taken precautions, and don't do anything that might make me cross and kill you.
(River hands the globe to Scratch, who opens it and taps various illuminated buttons.)
(He hands the globe back to River, who also taps buttons.)
something.
SCRATCH: We do it in honour of our distant and loving King, who once visited our world
ALL: Hydroflax!
[Baggage area]
CYBORG: Explain.
FLEMMING: You need a head. I can get you a head fit for a king.
[Dining room]
DOCTOR: Yes, you will. Of, by jingo, you will, yes, of course. But obviously, we have to,
RIVER: Things.
DOCTOR: Things. There are things that have to be checked before I get it to you. If we
DOCTOR: Yes, you will receive, and here it is. Now, on its way, over this small distance.
DOCTOR: Here you go. And you can have the bag as well.
RIVER: You know, it's been lovely, but er, we don't want to intrude on this special moment,
DOCTOR: You know what? I just can't stand idly by and let this continue.
DOCTOR: Death has been done this day! Noble blood has been spilled, and our tears will
surely follow. The sky shall crack, the ground shall heave, and even the rocks and the stones
(He gets down, takes the head out of the bag and shows it to the diners, who hiss.)
DOCTOR: Rest now, sweet prince. Walk amongst us nevermore. Shall we start the bidding
at two hundred billion? I'm sorry, Professor Song, but we really couldn't keep this treasure
DOCTOR: And shall we find out who is the most truly devout?
DOCTOR: Well, it doesn't say much for your king if you can't put a price on his head. Let us
(The Doctor jabs a knife into the head's left ear. Hydroflax wakes up and screams. The
RIVER: Quick!
(She grabs the Doctor's hand and they head for the door. Flemming blocks their exit.)
(Then the Cyborg stomps in, and the diners scream and flee. River pulls the Doctor out of
the way, but they are grabbed by security men wearing black berets.)
(The Cyborg stomps forward then stops and scans Hydroflax's head.)
CYBORG: Additional, the projectile inside your brain continues to move. Prognosis, death
in seven minutes.
(The body blasts the head into dry dark grey dust, revealing the diamond.)
RIVER: (to security man) I don't suppose you could fetch that over for me, could you?
FLEMMING: The diary of River Song. The ultimate guide to the Time Lord known as the
Doctor.
(A short time later, as the spaceship flies through some interstellar debris, Flemming is
FLEMMING: The Pandorica Opens. Ooh, that sounds exciting. And goodness me, a picnic
FLEMMING: The Crash of the Byzantium. Didn't they make a movie of that?
FLEMMING: Oh, Jim the Fish! (laughs) Well, we all know Jim the Fish.
RIVER: And the longer you spend reading my diary, the longer I'm going to take.
SCRATCH: If I may intrude, your Majesty. The Doctor is a legendary being of remarkable
power and an infinite number of faces. His head, I assure you, would be your crowning
achievement.
FLEMMING: Besides which, many of us on this ship would be happy to see his career cut
(Nardole's head rises out of the Cyborg's body, shaking and blinking in the light.)
CYBORG: Is River Song the consort of the Time Lord known as the Doctor?
NARDOLE: Huh? I think so, yeah. Here, can I stay up for a bit? It's really very whiy down
there.
RIVER: The Doctor does not and has never loved me. I'm not lying.
FLEMMING: My information is correct. You are the woman who loves the Doctor.
RIVER: Yes, I am. I've never denied it. But whoever said he loved me back? He's the
Doctor. He doesn't go around falling in love with people. And if you think he's anything that
small or that ordinary, then you haven't the first idea of what you're dealing with.
FLEMMING: Your Majesty, I assure you, she is the perfect bait. When this woman is in
DOCTOR: River
DOCTOR: River.
RIVER: Go on, scan the whole parsec! He's not here. God knows where he is right now, but
I promise you, he's doing whatever the hell he wants and not giving a damn about me! And
DOCTOR: River
RIVER: When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a
sunset to admire you back. And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, the
Doctor is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to
(She meets the Doctor's eyes. He smiles and the penny finally drops for her. Long pause.)
RIVER: Oh, shut up. I was just keeping them talking till it kicks o.
RIVER: Darling, in the event of a sudden meteor strike on the lower starboard decks, where
(Boom! Shudder.)
(The floor gives way below the Doctor and River, and they drop into)
[Reception area]
RIVER: I had this book. History's Finest Exploding Restaurants. The best food for free. Skip
the coee.
RIVER: Of what?
RIVER: Oh, I'll let you know. I've only seen the face. How have you got a new one, by the
RIVER: Okay.
(River leaves.)
DOCTOR: What for? We're on a crashing spaceship and I don't even know if I can save it.
You just shot your own king in your own face. You'd get beheaded if you had one.
(The ship shakes, people scream. The money globe falls. The Doctor jumps and catches it.)
DOCTOR: Do you know what you need? Do you know what any decent headless king
needs? Money. This connects every bank to every other bank in this galaxy. Right here in
CYBORG: Demonstrate.
(The Cyborg leans forward and the Doctor places the globe on its neck connector. Sparks fly
from it.)
DOCTOR: Welcome to all the best firewalls in the galaxy. Nothing is protected like money.
(The Doctor picks up River's diary which he sees lying on the floor, and comments to the
Concierge.)
DOCTOR: Sorry, I appreciate that wasn't very funny, but I couldn't help saying it.
[Bridge]
(River is using her sonic trowel on the ship's systems when the Doctor runs in.)
DOCTOR: We need to get the navcom back online. And re-route the thrusters.
(A console sparks.)
DOCTOR: Ramone.
RIVER: Cleopatra!
(The Doctor sits in the command seat and River looks out of the forward windows.)
DOCTOR: Well, that's nice. Maybe they'll name the crater after us.
DOCTOR: Always good to know where we're going. Could you concentrate on your work,
please?
DOCTOR: I'd quite like to cancel this time too, if at all possible.
(Boom!)
BOTH: Argh!
DOCTOR: Yes. I can use the power cell to boost the thrusters.
(He uncoils blue neon cables and holds one out to River.)
RIVER: You
[Tardis]
[Bridge]
RIVER: I do it better.
DOCTOR: River, not one person on this ship, not one living thing, is worth you.
RIVER: Or you.
(The forward window glass is breaking as the ground rushes to meet them.)
[Tardis]
(The impact sends them flying across the console room. The Doctor recovers first. He
[Darillium]
(The wreckage is still smoking gently. A man in a hard hat runs over.)
ALPHONSE: Hello? Sir. The ship, it came down. Did you see it?
DOCTOR: I doubt if you'd find any. And I don't think any of them would be worth it, if
ALPHONSE: Sir?
DOCTOR: You know what? They should build a restaurant right here, with a view of those
towers. You could make a lot of money that way. You should do that.
DOCTOR: The Halassi Androvar. I think you'll find that the reward is pretty substantial.
(The Doctor goes back into the Tardis. River is still unconscious. He sets the Tardis flying
[Restaurant]
DOCTOR: Excuse me, um, I'd like a table on the balcony with a view of the towers.
RECEPTIONIST: I'm sorry, sir. The first available slot I have is Christmas Day in four
years' time.
(River wakes up in the Tardis and goes outside. The receptionist's hairstyle is dierent, so
we can presume it is four years later. A string orchestra is playing The First Noel.)
RECEPTIONIST: Professor Song. The Doctor is waiting for you on the balcony.
[Balcony]
(She walks around the corner in her new red velvet sequinned dress to see a big red metal
RAMONE: They pulled us from the wreckage, ma'am. Fixed us up. I've been working here
ever since. Don't worry. The nasty part's all gone. Got deleted in the merger.
NARDOLE [OC]: Oh, Merry Christmas, ma'am. Yeah, good to see you again.
NARDOLE [OC]: Sorry I'm o duty. I'm just having some me time.
(The Doctor has swapped his burgundy velvet jacket for a black suit and tie, and is carrying
a gift.)
(She opens the box to reveal the sonic screwdriver she had in the Library.)
DOCTOR: When I saw the sonic trowel, I thought it was just embarrassing, but, look.
(River gazes at the pillars with the sun setting behind them.)
DOCTOR: No? It blows through the cave system and harmonises with the crystal layer.
RIVER: Some of them suggest that the very last night we spend together is at the Singing
DOCTOR: Spoilers.
RIVER: Oh. Well, that would explain why you kept cancelling coming here. Do you
DOCTOR: Don't.
RIVER: Because I want you to know that if this is the last night, I expect you to find a way
round it.
RIVER: But you're you. There's always a loophole. You wait until the last minute and then
DOCTOR: Every night is the last night for something. Every Christmas is the last Christmas
But you will. You'll wait until I've given up hope. All will be lost, and you'll do that smug
little smile and then you'll save the day. You always do.
DOCTOR: No, I don't. Not always. Times end, River, because they have to. Because there's
no such thing as happy ever after. It's just a lie we tell ourselves because the truth is so hard.
RIVER: No, Doctor, you're wrong. Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means
time. A little time. But that's not the sort of thing you could ever understand, is it?
RIVER: They're ignoring me. But then you can't expect a monolith to love you back.
DOCTOR: No, you can't. They've been there for millions of years, through storms and
floods and wars and time. Nobody really understands where the music comes from. It's
probably something to do with the precise positions, the distance between both towers. Even
the locals aren't sure. All anyone will ever tell you is that when the wind stands fair and the
night is perfect, when you least expect it but always when you need it the most there is a
song.
RIVER: So, assuming tonight is all we have left.
RIVER: (nearly laughing and crying at the same time) I hate you.
happily