Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I shouldn't have come.

Is that what you used to shoot the holy man?

- Defo? Totally sure? - YASMIN: Yes.

They're nearly here. You need to move out.

Look at you all.

This fella needs to be laid to rest.

Only take a couple of hours.

- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING) - (DEVICE BEEPS)

in all its forms,

- We can't let that happen. - It has to.

- Your brother's rifle? - (RIFLE CLICKS)

And I was the first Muslim woman

I've seen a war take our young,

Looks pretty, northern Punjab.

- (GASPS) - RYAN: What?

Granddad taking you dancing every Wednesday night.

I was away from him for too long. Fighting in the war.

Big moment. You won't forget this in a hurry.

Something I believe in my faith,

I'm not getting any life signals.

And who are they?

No. Still not with you.

Er, Doc, I reckon an hour's nearly up, mate.

who knows what he thinks these days.

(ALARM BLARING)

All the way from England.

And now it's happening.

Are you serious, after what's just happened?

Our past is no more.

How many hours?

Such an exotic word. It's in England. Do you know it?

- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING) - (DEVICE WHIRRING)

I suppose I could loop this into the TARDIS' telepathic circuits.

- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING) - What is that?

The stuff that they used to kill him.

If something happens to Umbreen, your whole timeline could be erased.

I don't understand.

Have you got a time or place?

Standing over my older brother's dead body.

This is our home.

- Sounds like trouble. - RYAN: Red alert!

Sorry, mate, er, we're just getting our bearings.

I told you this would happen. I told you these days were cursed!

But we agreed...

I'm supposed to be married tomorrow.

of our own lives.

I much prefer it when you're not making the threatening sound.

If anything happens to us,

YASMIN: She's going to officiate knowing he's not my granddad.