Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Clara, if I'd known, I'd... - Don't. Shut up.
She will be under my personal protection. That is absolute.
- She was saving you. - I was lost a long time ago.
Take that how you like.
Go on, then. Take it off.
She enjoyed that... way too much.
What? What is it?
Just move it slowly over the grid. When we're done, we'll have a map
You lot are always overlooking things, but whole streets?
Are you sure it wasn't someone from the street?
except Anah and the human.
We're keeping her here until someone can take her home for burial.
You were upset, weren't you?
Please, no resistance.
So, what then? You think someone called him here? Set him up?
London streets that suddenly disappeared from human view? No.
- The battle? - No, the station. Really, Doctor.
Obviously! Which means
What were you doing last night?
Oh, the hell it will!
Like I said, it's best we get inside.
He's got this whole secret room in the TARDIS
we cannot take you back down your timeline just to fix a tattoo.
- You've been retconned. - Huh? - What-conned?
Be a Doctor.
It's an emergency, trust me. Just...
the trap street, ever shows up on someone else's map,
So you just want the human dead, is that it?
This isn't about Rigsy. It's about me.
You heard Ashildr. All we have to do is persuade these creatures
Clara gave you my number for emergencies.
And in all of that time,
.. 82.
! What in the racket!
Weren't you listening? I'm under the Mayor's personal protection.
yet you don't know exactly what's going on?
- I wondered if you were... - Oh, no. I let him know I was OK.
they know their work's been stolen. Clever, right?
Infinite lifespan, finite memory -- it makes for an awkward social life.