Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put it through. Let's hear it.
Someone's trying to get in touch.
I can't, Jack. I've got a job to do.
Torchwood, this is Sarah Jane Smith.
Nowhere.
- What was that? - Emergency systems online.
Captain Jack Harkness, shame on you!
One second I was in Manhattan...
Opening Subwave Network to maximum.
Martha Jones!
At the end of the world, you came back to me.
- Connecting you to Mr Smith. -All telephone networks combined.
There was something on your back.
Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister.
he chose his companions well.
- So what do we do? -We've got to get help.
This message is of the utmost importance.
But that's impossible! The entire war is time-locked!
- Oh, good luck! -Yeah, good luck, sweetheart.
The entire planet!
Earth has been subjugated.
Martha, I'm telling you. Don't use Project Indigo. It's not safe!
I love you.
where emperors and Time Lords have failed.
Whoever's done this wants the human race alive.
UNIT base...
- No . -Exterminate!
Tell me what are we going to do.
Not now, Captain.
But he's dead.
Exterminate!
Is that good or bad? Where are we?
Then exterminate them at once!
- Oh. Nice for some. -I've been promoted.
Donna, think, Earth. There must have been some sort of warning.
Locations range far and wide.
Mr Smith now at 200%.
just as Dalek Caan foretold.
Where the hell have you been? Doctor, it's the Daleks!
We're in the Tardis.
Quite literally.
Good!
End of the stinking world.
He can link up with every telephone exchange on the Earth.
He is coming.
Dalek saucer heading for the Bay. They've found us.
I wish you'd stop giving that fanfare and just tell me what happened!
Time Lords are the stuff of legend.