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It's woken up. It knows I'm here. It's going to get out.

You, English, look after the girl. Go and canoodle or spoon or whatever it is you do.

- You sound like the Doctor. - Are you and him?

We've tried everything.

- Talk to me! - You've got to destroy it!

- What the hell are you doing? - 200 personnel dead because of you, sir.

- It was looking at me. - It wants to slaughter us.

I know what should happen. I know what you deserve.

This isn't the best time.

- What's this area? - Weapons testing.

That thing downstairs is going to kill every last one of us!

Condition Red. This is not a drilll

My race is dead.

See you, then, Doctor.

that before I die

- On your own head. - What are you doing?

- Where are you? - Level 49.

I'm sorry about this. Mr Van Statten might think he's clever, but never mind him.

- I killed her. - I'm sorry.

- I saved your life. - Now talk to me.

Although, if you're a genius, it doesn't take long to patch through on the comms system.

Powerless. Look at you.

You're nothing!

Isn't there anything I can do?

What for? What's the point?

- Then what's it doing? - Screaming. Is that any good?