As primeras 200 linias.
Come on.
Got ya.
Just a little closer...
Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be commencing
our descent into Tokyo in approximately 30 minutes.
Please take a moment to use the washrooms
and collect up all your belongings.
Excuse me. Is this washbag yours?
I just found it in the aisle.
Yes. Sorry.
I'm so clumsy.
My sister's always having a go at me for this.
- Thanks. - No problem at all.
Enjoy your flight.
I'm at the safe house. How long for the extraction team?
Just make it fast.
Go on, Ryan!
Shoot!
Unlucky, man.
- So, next week? - Yeah.
Laters.
You can play now, man.
You never used to step on the court.
I should've got it in. I'll get it in next time.
You've been sick, though.
Appendicitis, right?
That's why we ain't seen you?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. - And the hernia before that?
Oh, yeah. That was bad.
And that detached retina? Pfft!
That sounds painful. You've been so unlucky.
- So unlucky. - So what, we don't see you
and now you're off travelling?
- Only for a bit. - Better be.
I've missed you, man.
We all do.
Is there a problem, guys?
Just give me his number.
No!
Alexa, play Rubber Soul.
- Why not? - Because!
I don't want to give you his number. I'm packing.
This is the third secondment you've been selected for.
Is it? I thought it was the second.
You're not even going to be here.
And all this during your probationer period?
I know. It's amazing.
Is his number in here? Oh!
Play Rubber Soul!
The nearest shoe shop is 1.2 miles walking distance.
I think it just hates your voice, Dad.
And your boss is all right with you being away on this?
Totally. He's totally all right with it.
I'm not all right with this, Yaz.
This is your fourth secondment.
Fourth time I get a load of secretive paperwork,
and you not telling me anything.
Why do I keep losing my best probationer?
It's all really good experience. Honest.
I'm not daft.
Have you had a tap on the shoulder? Is this undercover?
Sort of.
Last time.
You have to be here to finish your probation.
I know. I'm coming back, I promise.
And I presume they're with you?
Four years since your procedure. Time flies.
- Yeah. Don't it just? - Test results are all
as they should be, you'll be pleased to hear.
Any weight fluctuations?
No.
Tiredness? Muscular aches or pains?
None of that.
I was sorry to hear about your wife.
Yeah. Thanks.
- We all miss her. - Yeah.
Right. I don't need to keep you any longer. Sign on there.
Tick all the boxes. Data protection.
Right.
- Are you working? - Um, no. Travelling.
Oh. Anywhere nice?
Sometimes.
Ah! There's the blockage.
Oh, sorry! Group message.
Got to concentrate.
Just calling to say hi, fam. Where are you?
We said an hour. You're late.
Very late.
All of you?
Hi, fellas. Rocking the ominous look.
We need you to come with us.
Can I finish up first?
Just draining the water slides.
And the boating lakes. And the rainforest floor.
Plus, I'm waiting for my mates.
Your friends are inside the car.
Worst Uber ever!
Look, it's in all your best interests
that you come with us.
In half a mile,
continue ahead and merge with motorway.
How are you doing? Everything go all right?
Apart from being kidnapped!
Come on. What's the plan?
I thought, let him take us to where we're going.
That way, we find out who wants us.
What if he kills us along the way?
Look at him.
He's obviously doing this at someone else's orders.
Don't you want to know who that is?
In 100 yards...
Your equipment's not up to much.
It shouldn't be doing that.
We can't get out!
- Yes, I got that, Yaz! - Hey!
Doc, the sat nav's just started again!
In five seconds,
die.
Die. Die. Die. Die. Die...
...Die. Die. Die...
The brake's not working!
Someone's controlling this car, and it isn't me!
There's got to be a way to stop it!
Look behind us! The road's out! We're going over the edge!
...Die. Die. Die...
I need a reflective surface...
...Die. Die. Die...
Hold on!
What the hell just happened?
What have you idiots done with my car?
Who's talking?
Your car just assassinated its driver
and then attempted to kill us!
That's not possible.
Tell me who you are, and I'll tell you face to face
just how possible that actually was.
This is C. I was having you brought to London.
To MI6.
What? MI6 is trying to kill us?
- No! - Well, you nearly managed it.
All right, C, you want us? We want answers.
We're coming in.
Ah! At least they managed
to transport my TARDIS without damage.
Ryan, MI6!
I always wanted to be a spy.
- You'd be a rubbish spy. - I'd be a great spy.
- I'd just blend in. - Well, well, well.
Finally we meet.
You actually do exist!
What?
Don't be ridiculous, Franklin. I've read the files.
The Doctor is a man.
I've had an upgrade.
Hi.
Oh...
You just had us picked up like criminals
and put in a car which tried to kill us.
We were trying to bring you here, not kill you,
but our systems got hacked.
Not exactly the best demonstration of MI6 skills.
I have been authorised
to speak on behalf of every security agency
around the globe.
We need your help...
...Doctor.
Over the past week, there's been a spate of attacks
on intelligence officers worldwide,
of every nationality.
None of these attacks has been ordered
by rival intelligence agencies.
At least that's what you're all telling each other.
No, we all have a very good working knowledge
of what our enemies are up to.
No agency possesses the technology
to carry out one of these attacks.
None of us understands how it was done.
Or even what has been done.
But every agent has suffered the same fate.
She was found unconscious on the floor
of an aeroplane washroom on a flight to Tokyo.
She'd made pre-arranged contact with an informant.
Is she in a coma?
Apparently, it's a little more horrific than that.
Now, I'm told this is your expertise -
dealing with the impossible.
You're right.
That is impossible.
Her DNA's been rewritten.
Every strand corrupted and reshaped.
She's no longer human.
Just a shell with a human appearance.
Is she going to live, Doc?
There's nothing of her to live.
It's like she's been erased.
This is beyond any human technology.
Ah.
I was rather worried you were going to say that.
Doctor, the security of this entire planet is at stake.
Can we rely upon you?
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