Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, so might you do to protect everything you loved.
It takes you right there.
Last one's still in place.
It's atomically sealed, an unbreakable lock.
- It's my choice. - You don't use that, okay? Promise me.
- And who are you? - I am the Doctor,
The professional detachment.
- "Tech." - Technology.
Architect.
Solitude is the only peace.
What do you think of the new look?
Oh, is that why you call yourself the Doctor?
You'll be dead.
Beat that for a date.
Clara!
he likes to think that he's very clever. I hate him!
That's what he's got, the storm.
the wealthiest person in the universe.
This wasn't a bank heist.
Robbing a bank. Robbing a whole bank.
Clara, I need worms.
And if he can do that, why does he need us?
- It's the only way. - It will kill you.
- Because of Saibra. - What? Saibra is dead.
Well, so what are we supposed to do now?
Is it, sir?
7:15, meeting me, you are.
I hate the Architect.
I wear a hologram shell.
Hate not knowing.
right now in one body!
Every famous burglar in history is hiding in this bank
We've been sent back in time to the exact moment of the storm
If you ever need help with another bank heist...
Excuse me, sir, I regret to say that your guilt has been detected.
You must've had a very good reason. We all must have.