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00:46:57
Peter Capaldi, Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman
179
- Where are you going? - Back in a sec.
Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat,
Short-range teleport. Can't have got far. Could still be on board.
Nice needlework. Shame about the face.
it would be a crime, it would be an act of vandalism,
Field trip to France. Some kind of basic camouflage protocol.
Now that's odd, look at that. All the warp engines are going.
Fantastic gardener.
Every woman in Paris knows your ambition.
You are to be congratulated on your persistence.
That's why I can't close the windows. There's an override.
Sunday roast, definitely.
Actress, artist, musician, dancer, courtesan.
Those scream. Is that my future?
We must have proximity to the time portal.
Space age clockwork. I love it. I've got chill!
One may tolerate a world of demon for the sake of an angel.
- Do you ever get used to this? - I don't make a habit of it.
- Yes, I am devastate. - Oh, indeed.
I'm the Doctor. And I just snag Madame de Pompadour.
the shock would've sever all the links with the ship.
I think I just invent the banana daiquiri a couple of centuries early.
♪ And still have beg for more
Looks kind of abandon. Anyone on board?
And trust me, you wouldn't want to mess with our designate driver.
There'll be a few more broken mirrors and torn tapestries around here I'm afraid,
- You smell that? - Yeah. Someone's cooking.
Those creatures are mess with history.
In saving me, you trap yourself.
then rest assure, so will yours.
Oh, look at what the cat drag in. The Oncoming Storm.
That's the Tardis, translate for you.
Yeah, I suppose you have. I came the quick route.
I need you now, you promise. The clock on the mantel is broken.
- Cleopatra... - Cleopatra! He mention her once!
Need to close them all down. Zeus plug. Where are my Zeus plug?
- Must be a spatio-temporal hyperlink. - What's that?
That is tremendously impolite of you.
Deliberately arranged along the life of one particular woman.
In the hope that a door once opened may someday open again.
Sometime after your 37th birthday.
wherever there was a time window.
the link is basically physical and it's still physically here,
Am I going somewhere?
Sunday roast, definitely.
- Yes, I am devastated. - Oh, indeed.
You stay exactly where you are.
I, myself, am frequently inconsolable.
You might start to wonder if you're really alone.
Instead you come to 18th-century France? Why?
And I look forward to meeting him.
One never quite knows when one needs one's doctor.
Reinette, don't look round.
The King will therefore be requiring a new mistress.
uncrowned Queen of France!
So impertinent a question so early in the conversation.
It appears undamaged. Do you think it will still work?
Such a commotion. Such distressing noise.
Mademoiselle? Your mother grows impatient.
You seem to be flesh and blood at any rate, but this is absurd.
Then first I shall make him jealous.
It is customary, I think, to have an imaginary friend
August is rubbish, though. Stay indoors.
I've always been a bit vague about money.
- How promising. - Not my question. Theirs.
Not yet. You are incomplete.
No, really, you are. You're gorgeous. Look at that!
One of the most accomplished women who ever lived.
Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again,
It's so realistic!
And where's the Doctor? Where's your precious Doctor now?
It's a spaceship. Brilliant! I got a spaceship on my first go.