Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's the prize? - For the final ever race,

Pay the prize or pay the price.

Just off the Final Planet, which is out of orbit.

Yeah, like the one on Surrey Street.

Oh, sorry, Yaz. I forgot you were there. All gonna be fine.

We were in space.

And you could've been killed.

I don't think you are.

That's quite some achievement.

We're about to die and you're still having a go?

ANGSTROM: Have you seen yourself, Epzo?

Afraid of your own newness.

You're Albarian, he said?

Anyway, shall we?

What? Seriously?

I'm the Doctor. These are my new best friends.

Climbing ladders under pressure.

Can I ask what is actually going on here?

Everything within the perimeter is target practice.

Your friend Ilin warned us not to travel at night.

That's more like it.

ANGSTROM: Here we go.

RYAN: We must be near now.

- Where's Ryan and Graham? - There! The planet's there.

that everyone else is racing to get away from.

don't mean to say it didn't happen.

Well, I'm sorry I can't be of any more help.

This was a living, breathing planet once.

Okay, now that was impressive.

Shut up. You're not part of this.

There's never been a joint winner of the Rally.

What does it look like? This monument?

(WEAPON FIRING)

I mean, I really need you right now.

I promised you and I let you down.

- No. - Pretty cruel race.

RYAN: Yeah, where are we actually going?

Takes half an Althusian lifetime to make just one of these.

If we stick together, if you trust me, we can get out of this.

We need to get out of the tunnels.

GRAHAM: What was that?

They can't be dead.

I love a good hologram. I was a hologram once.

- Nice move. - Thanks.

Well, the three suns in the sky are a bit of a giveaway.

ANGSTROM: You don't get this to yourself.

Instant disqualification applies.

Yaz is right. I mean, she's our best hope,

Hi, we were loads of solar systems away, I was trying to find my own ship,