Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What happened to your professional detachment, Doctor?
Exactly.
Or we could go to Brighton.
Saibra!
There's something in the private vault.
You agreed to rob the most impregnable bank in history.
Yeah, it's not as fun as it sounds.
Storm dust.
I don't know. Every time I see you it's like you're...
Hey.
Intruders are most welcome.
Send me the Teller.
and decide how badly you want it.
DNA from a customer, maybe?
Not the last of its species. The last two.
Yes you do. And change your shoes. You're next, Psi.
- Well, only very, very briefly. - Er, no, no way.
Report.
Storm's tripping the system.
Banking floor locking down.
Doctor, what's the plan? Is there a plan?
She hates her own clones.
- What's the plan? - I don't know.
- Which would be? - Soup.
It knows the combination.
Why not? There's no immediate threat.
Everybody, just... just shut up.
He wouldn't bring us all this way for nothing.
Oh, everything has a price tag, I think you'll find.
my telephone number.
Your presence on this planet is unauthorised.
And I guess I panicked.
Intruders on the service level.
Yes, from some woman in a shop.
Account closed.
That's clear.
She's a clone.
Can't have too many of moi scattered around.
Explains why we're not here in the Tardis.
The latest thing in sniffer dogs. Telepathic.
You'll probably need that. Till then, what you need is me!
Well, I've got it.
Is that her now?
I'm giving you
Nothing happens when you answer the phone.
Right, the system looks like it's time-delayed.