Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You can't go any lower. -I've got to, man.

I knew you weren't a traitor.

And I'd take those Ear Pods off if I were you.

You just don't get it, do you? An army's nothing.

Still, your friends aren't bad, I'll give you that.

Emotional inhibitor. Stops them feeling anything.

Jake, distract them, go right, I'll go left. We'll meet back at Bridge Street. Move.

The transmitter controls are sealed behind here. We need oxyacetylene or something.

'Cause even an idiot knows his computers these days.

- What do they look like? -I don't know.

Tell them, Mrs M.

A robot suit's still a good robot. Wait a minute.

Excellent. Then let's begin.

A proper torch as well.

Hey, Cyberman. Over here.

I have an army. A species of my own.

Hold on, I've logged on to Cyber Control. They're alive.

Keep going, come on.

I don't think it was ever alive.

for which I apologise.

That's the Doctor in the Tardis.

- I've got to go back. My wife's in there. -Anyone inside that house is dead.

- Why does she matter to you? -We haven't got time.

We think the same. We are uniform.

And what happens then?

I don't think so.

Ordinary people are being struck down and changed

There's no way we're leaving them behind.

Lumic must have a base of operations.

Rose, she's not your mother.

I'm cold. I'm so cold.

Lumic's private files, his South American operations, the lot.