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From this point on, it stops.

- To find my brother. -I didn't say you could leave.

You can't even see in this fog. The night-vision doesn't work.

with boats taking refugees out into the Atlantic.

It's the Valiant.

Doctor, don't you dare!

Well, don't just stand there. Get him out.

- I can't believe you've got an axe. -Burglars.

And you go with him, that wonderful Doctor.

We will ravage this planet.

Make the area secure. Seal off doors and windows.

If you could concentrate...

Martha, please!

No, he's got his back to me.

You're saying goodbye.

It's time I revealed what our work has been for.

I'm not having Earth start an interstellar war. You're a triple agent.

Valiant, fire at will.

They're converting the atmosphere, changing the planet into a clone world.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Yeah, I did, didn't I?

- When did you know? -About you? Oh, right from the start.

What do you think you're doing?

Prepare the subjugation of Earth.

- Am I supposed to be impressed? -Wish you carried a gun now?

I'm not-fighting, as in not-hyphen-fighting. Got it?

as does every passing species with an axe to grind.

You're going to ignite them?

the whole of London, they're saying, and now the whole world.

East and north secure. Doctor?

An atmospheric converter.

France, online. India, online,

Walked all the way. Won't catch me driving.

- What could that be? -Launch grid online and active.

Same old stuff.