Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'Cause even an idiot knows his computers these days.

That's the Doctor in the Tardis.

The transmitter controls are sealed behind here. We need oxyacetylene or something.

I knew you weren't a traitor.

- What do they look like? -I don't know.

A robot suit's still a good robot. Wait a minute.

I don't think so.

- You can't go any lower. -I've got to, man.

Excellent. Then let's begin.

for which I apologise.

Emotional inhibitor. Stops them feeling anything.

Hey, Cyberman. Over here.

There's no way we're leaving them behind.

- Why does she matter to you? -We haven't got time.

And I'd take those Ear Pods off if I were you.

I'm cold. I'm so cold.

I have an army. A species of my own.

A proper torch as well.

I don't think it was ever alive.

Keep going, come on.

Lumic's private files, his South American operations, the lot.

You just don't get it, do you? An army's nothing.

Rose, she's not your mother.

We think the same. We are uniform.

Hold on, I've logged on to Cyber Control. They're alive.

Jake, distract them, go right, I'll go left. We'll meet back at Bridge Street. Move.

And what happens then?

Lumic must have a base of operations.

Tell them, Mrs M.

Ordinary people are being struck down and changed

Still, your friends aren't bad, I'll give you that.

- I've got to go back. My wife's in there. -Anyone inside that house is dead.