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It's the only way to control my own security.

Why we're here!

- And get two people killed. - Exactly.

Clara, it's locked on to you. It may still be asleep. Don't wake it.

- Yeah, I kind of miss that. - Oh, shut up.

If I was you, I'd get going. Don't mind us.

Well, that's totally ridiculous.

You gave me this number. My name is Madame Karabraxos.

It's scanning her brain.

Now this, this is a place to hide.

So if you want to put your hands above your head or...

you may be able to help me with.

I've agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.

I am Clara Oswald, human.

Ah, don't be so pessimistic. It'll affect team morale.

Atomic seal. Unbreakable.

you go and find yourself a shoulder to cry on.

How did you know I was lying?

because that's the only time that the bank is vulnerable.

De-shut up. Say it again.

There's a little detour. It's a job.

It's my special power. What's yours?

- Not our problem. - Well, what is our pro-pro...

Augmented. Nice.

It's not opening!

It's waking up.

It can reboot any system, replace any lost data.

Twenty-four, 23,

The atoms have all been scrambled.

That's a prison code on your neck.

- Look at me. - Yep. Looking.

Frankly, you're a career break for the right therapist.

Pale imitation, really.

- How were you paid? - I don't know.

is accessed by a drop slot on the planet's surface.

What, do you have to reach a high shelf?

What did... What did you say?

- Gene suppressant. - Hmm.

What's not clear is what we do now.

And what is this display? Now, as amusing as you are...

And Director Karabraxos must not know.

- What are you doing? - Downloading.

Guilt is our problem. Guilt in this bank is fatal. The Teller can hear it.