Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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