Doctor Who

The Satanic Nebula!

Or...the lagoon of lost stars...

or we could go...

to Brighton!

I've got a whole day worked out.

Sorry, but as you can see, I've got plans.

Have you?

Look at me.

Yeah, OK.

No, no, no. No.

Look at me.

Yep, looking.

Seriously?

Why is your face all coloured in?

7.15. Meeting me.

You are.

Date.

Second one.

Got the words out.

Not in the right order, but, hey... maths teacher!

Out!

Are you taller?

Heels.

What, do you have to reach a high shelf?

Right, got to go. Going to be late.

For a shelf? - Bye!

There you go, you've got another playmate.

Hardly anyone in the universe has that number.

Well, I'VE got it.

Yes, from some woman in a shop.

We STILL don't know who that was.

Is that her now?

There are very few people that it could be.

Don't. - Why not?

Because, if you answer it, something will happen. - What?

A thing.

It's just a phone, Clara.

Nothing happens when you answer the phone.

Doctor? - Don't touch it!

Where are we? How did we get here?

Who are you?

Sorry, what's going on? I don't understand.

What is that thing? - It's a memory worm.

What happened to your face?

Deletes your memories.

Did you see her face?

How did I get here?

The same way we all did, but we've all forgotten.

And who are you?

I am the Doctor, a Time Lord from Gallifrey.

I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.

I am Clara Oswald, human.

I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.

Do I really have to touch that worm thing?

Yes, you do. And change your shoes.

You're next, Psi.

I am Psi - augmented human.

I have agreed to this...memory wipe of my own free will.

I am Saibra - mutant human.

I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.

This is a recorded message.

I am the Architect.

Your last memory is of

receiving a contact from an unknown agency - me.

Everything since has been erased from your minds.

Now, pay close attention to this briefing.

This is the Bank of Karabraxos -

the most secure bank in the galaxy.

A fortress for the super-rich.

If you can afford your own star system,

this is where you keep it.

No-one sets foot on the planet without protocols.

All movement is monitored,

all air consumption regulated.

DNA is authenticated at every stage.

Intruders will be incinerated.

Each vault, buried deep in the earth,

is accessed by a drop-slot at the planet's surface.

It's atomically sealed -

an unbreakable lock. The atoms have all been scrambled.

Your presence on this planet is unauthorised.

A team will have been despatched to terminate you.

This is bank security! Open up!

Your survival depends on following my instructions.'

Open up and you shall be humanely disposed of.

There's another exit!

All the information you need is in this case.

What are you doing? - Downloading.

Augmented - nice.

The Bank of Karabraxos is impregnable.

Please stand away from the door!

We do not wish to hurt you before incineration.

The Bank of Karabraxos has never been breached.

You will rob the Bank of Karabraxos.

Report.

Sorry, hello? Who is this?

This is Ms Delphox - Head of Bank Security.

I sent you to investigate an off-world intruder.

Did you? I was wondering what we're doing here.

We found these amazing worms...

Unwelcome guests. We're going to need the Teller.

Are you hungry, boy?

OK, OK, OK. Stop, stop, stop. Far enough.

Augmented human. Computer-augmented, yes?

Mainframe in your head? - I'm a gamer.

Sorry, who put YOU in charge?

You're a liar. That's a prison code on your neck.

I'm a hacker...slash bank robber.

Good. This is a good day to be a bank robber.

Mutant human. What kind of mutant?

Like he says, why are YOU in charge now?

It's my special power - what's yours?

I touch living cells - I can replicate the owner.

Your face, when we first saw you...

I touched the worm.

You can replicate their clothes too?

I wear a hologram shell.

Human cells. DNA from a customer, maybe?

A disguise to get us in?

We're actually going to do it? Rob the bank?

I don't think we have a choice - we've already agreed to.

How long can you maintain the image for?

For as long as I like.

Question one - robbing banks is easy if you've got a TARDIS.

So why am I not using it?

Question two, where IS the TARDIS?

OK, that probably should be question one.

Banking floor locking down.

They know we're here.

Banking floor locking down.

What is that?

I don't know. Hate not knowing.

Excuse me, sir.

I regret to say that your guilt has been detected.

What? That... that's totally ridiculous.

Is it, sir? Well, then, we will certainly double-check.

The Teller will now scan your thoughts for any criminal intent.

Good luck, sir.

Interesting. - What is?

The latest thing in sniffer dogs.

Telepathic - it hunts guilt.

What about OUR guilt?

Currently being drowned out.

What's he doing?

If he has a plan, he's trying NOT to think of it.

Ever tried not thinking about something?

No. - You may have to.

Criminal intent detected.

How naughty. What was your plan?

Counterfeit currency in your briefcase, perhaps?

No, not at all, for God's sake.

It doesn't really matter,

we'll establish the details later.

The Teller is never wrong

when it comes to guilt.

Your account will now be deleted,

and obviously your mind.

Suppertime!

Wiping his mind - turning his brain into soup.

Your next of kin will be informed,

and incarcerated,

as further inducement to honest financial transactions.

We've got to help him.

He's gone already, it's over.

He's in agony, look at him.

Those aren't tears, Clara. That's soup.

Account closed.

Take him away. He's ready for his close-up.

Apologies for the disturbance.

Everyone have a lovely day.

Deposit booth locking. Please exhale.

Your valuables will be transported up from the vault.

If he can break in here and plant this thing,

then why does he need our help?

Depends what the thing is.

OK, well, I'm no expert, but...fuses,

timer, I'm going to stick my neck out and say "Bomb".

Bank schematic...now.

So, the man we captured on the banking floor wasn't the target.

Four visitors just entered a safety-deposit box.

The greatest bank in the galaxy.

Our reputation must remain secure.

The Director will blame us. We'll be fired...

Fired with pain.

The floor below is all service corridors,

the veins and arteries of the bank.

He wants us to blow through the floor.

We'll die if we do that.

Well, not necessarily, there must be a plan.

What if the plan is, we're blowing up the floor for someone else?

What if we're not supposed to make it out alive?

Oh, don't be so...pessimistic,

it'll affect team morale.

What, and getting us blown up won't?

Well, only very, very briefly.

Er, no, no way! You can do what you like.

I'm going to take my chances out there.

Psi! - No, no, no,

this guy - your mate - is a lunatic!

What do you want, Psi, more than anything else?