Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm here, I'm here.

She's lying. She's telling you what you want to hear.

- Hang in there, mate. -I'm quite handsome from this angle.

But how did the Flesh read you? Because you weren't linked up to it.

It'll be all right.

What are you doing?

That's a lovely idea, Rory.

Not again! Please!

Because you invited us to see it.

- Hey! -Daddy, you're back.

I'm the Doctor. Well, other Doctor. Well, Smith.

Foreman Miranda Cleaves! Marvellous. Beware of imitations.

As they work each day, knowing the time was coming for them

Don't know. Let's find out, eh?

I said breathe, Pond-.

They're monsters. Mistakes.

Well, seeing as Earth's all that's on...

Is this really what you want?

I know, it hurts.

Would you like a jelly baby?

Hang on, Jen, we don't want to lock them out.

A secret tunnel under the crypt.

- Ring ring. -Doctor!

So what? You think a Ganger can't put on a limp?

Creating an asphyxiant miasma.

Yeah, we can't stay here. Let's go!

- Hey, hold on. -Don't go!

They're heading for the thermostatic room.

I'm Jennifer Lucas, this woman is Flesh.

You're a factory. A 22nd century, Army-owned factory.

- And we can't stop it? -just as a point of interest?

- That's sarcasm. -She's very good at sarcasm.

That's why I'm paid the big bucks.

No, let it go. If we've moved on...

No, I've helped him into an act of humanity.

It's a narrow doorway. I could defend it easy enough.

And I'm rather adamant.

Find Rory, show me the scanning tracking screen.

- Your Gangers? - Yes, our Gangers are attacking us.