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Well, don't just stand there. Get him out.
You can't even see in this fog. The night-vision doesn't work.
Oh...
France, online. India, online,
We will ravage this planet.
Martha, please!
- I can't believe you've got an axe. -Burglars.
Not at all.
Same old stuff.
For victory.
I'm sorry.
- What could that be? -Launch grid online and active.
It's time I revealed what our work has been for.
I'll tell him.
- To find my brother. -I didn't say you could leave.
Walked all the way. Won't catch me driving.
An atmospheric converter.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm not having Earth start an interstellar war. You're a triple agent.
- Am I supposed to be impressed? -Wish you carried a gun now?
If you could concentrate...
Yeah, I did, didn't I?
as does every passing species with an axe to grind.
East and north secure. Doctor?
No, he's got his back to me.
I'm not-fighting, as in not-hyphen-fighting. Got it?
You're going to ignite them?
And you go with him, that wonderful Doctor.
Make the area secure. Seal off doors and windows.
with boats taking refugees out into the Atlantic.
From this point on, it stops.
Prepare the subjugation of Earth.
the whole of London, they're saying, and now the whole world.
Not fighting.
Wouldn't dream of it.
It's the Valiant.
Doctor, don't you dare!
- When did you know? -About you? Oh, right from the start.
Valiant, fire at will.
You're saying goodbye.
They're converting the atmosphere, changing the planet into a clone world.