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This is your fault. You and your Torchwood!
They're Cybermen.
And all the things I've seen him do for me,
Identify yourselves.
Leave these two alone.
Oh, yes. Harmless is just the word. That's why I like it.
- Oh, don't leave me. -I've got to go. I'm sorry.
- I'm not going without her. -Oh, my God, we're going.
It's like Stephen Hawking meets the speaking clock.
From birth to death, locked inside a cold metal cage,
What for?
Five million Cybermen, easy.
Online and locked.
- I'm supposed to go? -Yeah.
But then I met the Doctor.
- My wife died. -Her husband died. Good match.
You propose an alliance?
- We're calling this the Golden Age. -Who's the president now?
I don't know. Staircase.
Reboot in three minutes.
I've got to get it upright.
We will extract brainwaves.
You can't.
Alone.
We would destroy the Cybermen with one Dalek.
So we sealed them inside the factories.
You can seal the breach.
His increased adrenaline suggests that he has vital Dalek information.
I will be upgraded to Cyberleader.
How can you be standing there?
Some people call it hell.
Well, I can't think what the Daleks need with me.
I've been through it, do you see?
Mickey, without us, they'd have opened it by force,
I did my duty.
There's still a Torchwood on this planet. It's open for business.
I don't know. Never seen it before.
Cybermen will remove sex and class and colour and creed.
Last night I had a dream.
Mum.
- How rich? -Very.
Oh, now, hold on, wait a minute...