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Sally. Sally Phelan.
The Doctor and Rose. There they are.
I just did.
There's gotta be more guards on board.
Well, we could, with these.
But if she remembers...
You've got to come with us right now.
Yeah, well, upgrade this.
Might not work on those metal things but they're good enough for men like him.
No. No. I command you. No!
Oh, yes.
- There was nothing I could do. -I said just shut it!
That's the only reason I was working for Lumic, to get information.
Lucky I got you that cheap tariff, Rose, for all our long chats on your phone.
Give anyone a chance to take control and you submit.
I'd like to request an upgrade, sir.
He doesn't just look like me. He is exactly the same.
What? Stay out of trouble? Be the tin dog?
- I don't know. I reckon you're braver. -Oh, yeah. Ten times.
They suffer in the skin. They must be upgraded.
Mickey.
We were too late. Lumic killed her.
I thought I was broadcasting to the security services. What do I get?
And imagination? What about that? The one thing that led you here.
Well, I suppose we could use these.
No!
- With us inside it? -We could set it on automatic and then just leg it.
He's gone home.
Battersea. That's where he was building his prototypes.
- Which one are you? -I'm sorry, the Cybermen, he couldn't...
If you want to help, then don't let her die for nothing.
Bit stronger than that. One of Mrs Moore's little tricks.
But we surrender.