Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She enjoyed that... way too much.

This isn't about Rigsy. It's about me.

Like I said, it's best we get inside.

they know their work's been stolen. Clever, right?

Weren't you listening? I'm under the Mayor's personal protection.

Take that how you like.

Clara gave you my number for emergencies.

Please, no resistance.

Infinite lifespan, finite memory -- it makes for an awkward social life.

yet you don't know exactly what's going on?

Oh, the hell it will!

Go on, then. Take it off.

- The battle? - No, the station. Really, Doctor.

London streets that suddenly disappeared from human view? No.

Are you sure it wasn't someone from the street?

- She was saving you. - I was lost a long time ago.

What? What is it?

You lot are always overlooking things, but whole streets?

You heard Ashildr. All we have to do is persuade these creatures

It's an emergency, trust me. Just...

We're keeping her here until someone can take her home for burial.

! What in the racket!

- I wondered if you were... - Oh, no. I let him know I was OK.

Just move it slowly over the grid. When we're done, we'll have a map

He's got this whole secret room in the TARDIS

except Anah and the human.

You were upset, weren't you?

we cannot take you back down your timeline just to fix a tattoo.

So you just want the human dead, is that it?

- You've been retconned. - Huh? - What-conned?

She will be under my personal protection. That is absolute.

the trap street, ever shows up on someone else's map,

So, what then? You think someone called him here? Set him up?

What were you doing last night?

Obviously! Which means

- Clara, if I'd known, I'd... - Don't. Shut up.

And in all of that time,