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00:44:46
Peter Capaldi, Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman
49
Tell me, Madame, do you know what an optogram is?
No, thanks. We've had a skinful already, as you might say.
All aswarm with the wretched ruins of humanity.
lock-picking Victorian chambermaid will never turn up!
raining down Mr Sweet's beneficence onto all humanity.
They'd have my vitals for fiddle-strings if they knew
Have you been eating Miss Jenny's sherbet fancies again?
Perhaps it was my own sin, the blackness in my heart,
You hag! You perfidious hag! You virago! You harpy!
Men and women crushed by the devil's juggernaut!
I'm told you are the investigator to see if there are strange goings-on.
Ooh! The repulsive red leech!
limbo vapour and triple-blast brain splitters.
limbo vapour and triple-blast brain splitters.
Hail to you, the Doctor! Saviour of the Cybermen!
According to my research, Sweetville's proprietor
Ah, look at the muck in here! Right!
It is long past Ada's bedtime!
Strax. Or dig trench and fill them with acid.
They'd have my vitals for fiddle-strings if they knew
Wow. This is nasty. An organic poison. A sort of venom.
Kindly do not paw and slobber at my crinolines.
A prize-winning chemist and mechanical engineer. So why...
You hag! You perfidious hag! You virago! You harpy!
And once in our systems, it secrete a fatal poison.
lurk in the shadows, maybe it's evolved.
You hag! You perfidious hag! You virago! You harpy!
I have disappoint you.
Can she be revive, like you were?
I've pickle things in here that'd fair turn your hair
A tiny parasite. It infect our drinking water.
lurking in the shadows, maybe it's evolve.
My plans must be accelerate.
Men and women crush by the devil's juggernaut!
All you need to know is that we only recruit the brightest and the best.
but I think she survive the process.
That the eye of a dead person retain an image of
Have you been eating Miss Jenny's sherbet fancies again?
Or will you be preserve against the coming apocalypse?
pitch up in Victorian Yorkshire. Didn't see that one coming!
If it's been hang around,
Wrecker! Berserker! You have loose a reject onto the outside world!
The child is of no consequence. Is that why you experiment on her?
Different here, I bet.
Blinded in a drunken rage by my late husband!
I imagine Mr Thursday wants to know what progress we are making.
Oh, yes, Doctor. Exceedingly close.
Oh, yes, dear. You'll do very nicely.
I have travelled from London expressly to see Madame Vastra.
She must be here somewhere.
You've forced me to advance the Great Work somewhat, Doctor.
It's you, isn't it? It's from the '70s, but it's definitely you.
Then you are fortunate, indeed. It isn't good to be alone.
What was it exactly?
But we did not rule it alone.
Just generally. Remember, we are going to the North.
Casualties can be kept to perhaps as little as 80%.
Sometimes, the preservation process goes wrong. Only Mr Sweet knows why.
I've pickled things in here that'd fair turn your hair
deep into the black heart of this place.
There must be some mistake. My husband is quite well.
No. Go outside and wait for me until I call for you.
Yorkshire 1893. Near enough.
Yorkshire 1893. Near enough.
Funny, though. I've not heard a peep from her since.
A long time ago.
Will Mr Sweet ever join us for dinner, Mama?
Her once-beautiful eyes, pale and white as mistletoe berries.
Mr Sweet is always with us.
Eh, the missus and I couldn't be more chuffed, could we, love?
the most virulent enemy was the repulsive red leech.
And Mrs Gillyflower's dipping her Pilgrims in a dilute form
I have formed a... a sentimental attachment.
Take it back to the Jurassic era, maybe. Out of harm's way.
Imperfect as we are, there be will room for us in the new Jerusalem!
snowy as top of Buckden Pike.
I suggest a massive frontal assault on the factory, Madame.
Blinded in a drunken rage by my late husband!
Oh, Mama, I have been foolish.
your workforce with diluted prehistoric leech venom?
splendid.
But we must get to the bottom of this dark and queer business,
Now, Mr Sweet, now the whole world will taste your lethal kiss!
Stupid, backwards nonsense, and you know it!
Ada, no. That's nonsense.
And moral turpitude can destroy the most delicate of lives.
Brave heart, Clara!
Take defensive positions!
Her once-beautiful eyes, pale and white as mistletoe berries.
And once in our systems, it secreted a fatal poison.
All right, mate. You just stay calm now!
I'm dead nervous, aren't you?