"Listen" is the fourth episode of the eighth series of Doctor Who, and was first broadcast in September of 2014. It starred Peter Capaldi as the Twelfth Doctor, Jenna-Louise Coleman as companion Clara Oswald, and featured Samuel Anderson as Danny Pink. It was written by Steven Moffat, and contains many of the themes he has previously explored in Doctor Who.

First: a subjective review. I liked this episode, and was glued to my screen throughout. There is an entire cottage industry dedicated to dissecting and criticizing Doctor Who, and it is hard to watch an episode without paying more attention to the expected reactions than to the actual episode. And yet, every once in a while I can get in a groove and just be entertained, letting the magic of the show transport me, no matter how illogical or problematic the episode is after review.

That being said, what is this episode really about? Monsters under the bed and prickles on the back of the neck. Oh, and stable time loops and the nature of fear. The episode starts with the Doctor theorizing that we talk to ourselves when we are alone because we know that we really aren't: as nature has evolved perfect predation and perfect defense, it has also evolved perfect camouflage, or rather we can't prove that it hasn't. Trying to solve this mystery, The Doctor plucks Clara away from an awkward date with Danny, trying to find the moment when she had a nightmare about monsters under the bed. What starts as an obvious set-up manages to change direction two or three times, throwing out false leads and baiting-and-switching the viewer. At the end, it isn't clear exactly what happened. In fact, it isn't clear that anything happened at all that wasn't simply the Doctor engineering his own delusions into existence.

It could be that Moffat has gone over some of this ground too many times: perception, memory, time loops, identity and how they combine in a type of ineffable knot. That may be, but at least while watching this episode, I was a believer, at least temporarily.




Message 1:

Hiiii, it’s me, listen, I know it’s only been like, thirty minutes, but I just couldn’t wait so don’t be mad, okay? Tonight was…amazing, you look even better in person. You must’ve been so cute as a little boy, I’d love to see a picture of you when you were little.

Anyway, I know you told me you’d call later but like I said, I just couldn’t wait. Oh yeah! I have the day off tomorrow. Listen, you could come over, like in the morning and I could make you a big breakfast, pancakes, bacon, eggs any way you want them…or I could come over there and make breakfast, serve you breakfast in bed, wouldn’t that be nice?

Listen, I don’t mean to be all up in your business and all. It’s just…you know how first dates can be...but I swear I've never met anyone that made me feel…maybe I shouldn’t say this…

I wish I was there with you now. You’re so good-looking. You must’ve been a precious little boy, I bet your mother told you that. I’d love to meet her. I’d love to meet your mother.

Listen, I could come over there now. I could be there in five minutes. I know where you live. I know where your mother lives. Glenda. What a lovely name. Did Glenda give you breakfast in bed? Pancakes? With syrup?

I bet she did. I bet she gave you breakfast in bed, what else did she do, hunh? Listen, I know about things like that, okay?

Don’t be mad. Don’t be angry with me, please? I just...maybe I shouldn't say this...

I love you. I love everything about you. And I know, I know sweetheart, how hard it must’ve been, growing up I mean, with Glenda and all. You can talk to me about it. I’ll understand.

You can tell me everything. You can tell me everything, and I will hold you and love you, you can tell me all the wicked things Glenda did to you and I will understand.

Like I said, tomorrow’s my day off. Well not “off” exactly.  I was “let go", it’s a long story. Don’t worry though, darling. It’s not important enough that we should let it spoil our happiness.

I love you. Listen. I could come over there right now.

I could be there in five minutes.

Wouldn't that be nice.

I know where you live.

I know where you sleep.

I could be there in a heartbeat.


Lis"ten (?), v. i. [imp. & p. p. Listened (?); p. pr. & vb. n. Listening.] [OE. listnen, listen, lustnen, lusten, AS. hlystan; akin to hlyst hearing, OS. hlust, Icel. hlusta to listen, hlust ear, AS. hlosnian to wait in suspense, OHG. hlos�xc7;n to listen, Gr. , and E. loud. &root;41. See Loud, and cf. List to listen.]


To give close attention with the purpose of hearing; to give ear; to hearken; to attend.

When we have occasion to listen, and give a more particular attention to same sound, the tympanum is drawn to a more than ordinary tension. Holder.


To give heed; to yield to advice; to follow admonition; to obey.

Listen to me, and by me be ruled. Tennyson.

To listen after, to take an interest in. [Obs.]

Soldiers note forts, armories, and magazines; scholars listen after libraries, disputations, and professors. Fuller.

Syn. -- To attend; hearken. See Attend.


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Lis"ten, v. t.

To attend to.




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