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And you go with him, that wonderful Doctor.
Yeah, I did, didn't I?
You can't even see in this fog. The night-vision doesn't work.
I'm not having Earth start an interstellar war. You're a triple agent.
Not at all.
Valiant, fire at will.
You're saying goodbye.
Doctor, don't you dare!
They're converting the atmosphere, changing the planet into a clone world.
We will ravage this planet.
I'm sorry.
It's time I revealed what our work has been for.
I'll tell him.
France, online. India, online,
- To find my brother. -I didn't say you could leave.
Prepare the subjugation of Earth.
- I can't believe you've got an axe. -Burglars.
with boats taking refugees out into the Atlantic.
as does every passing species with an axe to grind.
You're going to ignite them?
East and north secure. Doctor?
- When did you know? -About you? Oh, right from the start.
Martha, please!
Wouldn't dream of it.
No, he's got his back to me.
Same old stuff.
Not fighting.
If you could concentrate...
From this point on, it stops.
Make the area secure. Seal off doors and windows.
the whole of London, they're saying, and now the whole world.
What do you think you're doing?
Well, don't just stand there. Get him out.
- Am I supposed to be impressed? -Wish you carried a gun now?
For victory.
It's the Valiant.
An atmospheric converter.
- What could that be? -Launch grid online and active.
I'm not-fighting, as in not-hyphen-fighting. Got it?
Oh...
Walked all the way. Won't catch me driving.