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00:44:50
Peter Capaldi, Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman
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'Dynomorphic generators, conceptual geometer, beam synthesiser,
There was a governess who was a barmaid,
There was a governess who was a barmaid,
It's a snarl. What?
It's a pretty cool appliance. We're not talking cheese grater here!
I can feel a TARDIS tantrum coming on.
I can nudge the alternation - reach in and grab her.
There was a girl in a shipwreck, and she died saving my life.
What? It doesn't know sass. Yes! It's found Clara! It's found her.
You're an android - you don't get bored.
Architectural Reconfiguration System.
He has just one tiny scrap of decency left in him.
Tell me, since when does an android need a blast suit and a respirator?
This little beastie can disable whole vessels
Like parchment. Thank you.
The ship's in torment, like it's a living thing. You can't hurt it.
It isn't just the past leaking out through the time rift.
There's a rupture in time somewhere onboard the ship.
Use the thermo-charge and blast it.
unless you have shield oscillator,
You can't, can you? You're a coward.
We did it to relieve the boredom.
OK. A little gentle persuasion. Say 30 minutes.
Hey, are we really going to risk it? That thing is spew poison.
Hey, robot, go get me some food, I'm starving.
Time mend us. It can mend anything.
We've had two days cram into the space of one?
It reconstruct particles according to your needs.
I only made it look as though the engine was actually exploding.
Outlawed in most galaxies.
The assemble hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door.
If I rewrite today, you won't remember.
What's the matter, TARDIS? Scared to fight me?
I swear I just touched it.
My plans must be accelerate.
So the rods will be expose. Means they'll cool...
So... so the fuel has spill out.
Hang on. As long as we interrupt the timeline, this can't happen.
We did nothing. If anyone asks, that ship was already bust.
I just activate the TARDIS self-destruct system.
She wrapped her hands around the force. Froze it.
Your ship was junk-up pretty bad.
Don't touch a thing. The TARDIS will get huffy if you mess.
There's no way out. We're trap.
'Sensor detect everything you could possibly want.'
The crew were still on board when we drag her in.
The TARDIS is dimensionally transcendental. What does that mean?
A machine that makes machines? Yes. Basically.
There's a rupture in time somewhere onboard the ship.
Get back to the console. Strip it apart.
Temporary fix. Eventually, this whole place will erupt.
Or possibly, whatever you do, don't open this door.
You're not getting me to talk to your ship. That's properly bonkers.
It's important to me you get along. I could leave you alone together.
Don't touch each other, otherwise the future will reassert itself.
I suspect all is not quite as it seems.
We're outside.
I only made it look as though the engine was actually exploding.
There's no way across. No, OK. You're right.
It's important to me you get along. I could leave you alone together.
Van Baalen and Van Baalen. That's going to get confusing later.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Had you going, though, boys, didn't I?
It's going to hurt? Things that end your life often do that.
Wasting our time. There's no salvage this far out.
Get out of here fast?
It's important to me you get along. I could leave you alone together.
There is something else down there.
What if I can guarantee you the best haul you've ever had?
What are you doing? You're always on the side of the machines!
I was tired. Overwrought. I didn't mean it. It's an appliance.
Ten being whoo-hoo, one being aarrrggh!
Two bionic eyes and a synthetic voice box.
'Living metal. Bespoke engineering.
No dress sense, dreadful hats, but smart.
'orthogonal engine filters.'
Sweetville, an ideal community for happy, prosperous workers.
They don't get frightened of monsters in the dark.
'Unidentified human.'
I feel exhausted. I feel...
Beautiful fragile human skin.
It's rude to whisper.
'Calculating data. Calculating data.'
We need to jump. You're insane.
Your concern for your brother is really touching.
You're an android - you don't get bored.
Magno-grab ready. Engaging.'
Yeah. Good. Now forget it. This ship is infinite.
OK. A little gentle persuasion. Say 30 minutes.
'Incoming salvage, please validate.
She's completely vulnerable.
And she was you. She really wasn't. Victorian London.
Days! Plus the whole place is toxic.