Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Martha, can't talk now! We've just made First Contact, did you see?
The lady doesn't like us.
That's what it's like. Come on!
I know! Memory lane!
Now go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the...right?
It burnt.
We missed the election. But it can't be...
And on the continent of Wild Endeavour,
Well, not me. Not Harold Saxon.
What's he done, though? Sounds like it's sick.
You voted Saxon! You did this!
This is London, Valiant. This is London. What do we do?
What you got? Computer, laptop, anything.
People of the Earth.
The Master was always sort of hypnotic, but this is on a massive scale.
The drums are coming closer and closer.
- Why do you say that? -The drumming.
Me.
Martha, reverse!
- Does that thing work as a teleport? -Since you revamped it, yeah.
Excellent!
Is the machine singing?
It's that sound, the sound in your head. What if I can help?
- Mum! Oh, my God, you're there. -Course I'm here, sweetheart.
It never, ever stops. Inside my head.
- They're called the Toclafane. -What?
Le visage du client potentiel lorsqu'il visite une maison qui n'a pas été bien préparée
Come to the house. We can celebrate.
I rebuilt it, I changed it, and when I did that, I did it for you.
Stop him!
He stood in front of the Untempered Schism,
- What's the Archangel Network? - I've got Archangel, everyone's got it.
I'm here.
What was his policy, what did he stand for?
It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen.
So, Prime Minister, then?
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.
Even the other networks, they're all carried by Archangel.
This country has been sick.
The First Contact Policy was decided by the Security Council in 1968
You ugly fat-faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors.
That sounds good, nice word, decimate.
Well, sort of, but now,