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Patrol B returning to base,
following Grade 1 encounter.

Two survivors, one injury.

ETA, 20 minutes.

Have you done your teeth?

Yes.

Well, I need to smell
your minty breath.

Oh, you little liar.

Teeth, now.

How can you smell my
breath over the comm?

Dad skills, that's how.

- Wait a mo.

How are we doing?

Less than a mile from base camp.

But we're right in the
middle of a minefield.

And there were no
mines here yesterday.

All right, then. They
must have migrated again.

Fog's bad too.

It's just fog.

Some of the men think the
Kastarions are in the fog.

Like they're made of fog.

That's why we never see them.

Carson, the fog's been
analysed, and it's just fog.

- Oh.

Hey. I'm really close.

Find Mundy and get
her to put you to bed.

And do your teeth.

All right. Kiss kiss.

Kiss kiss.

- Carson.

Due north's our best bet.

But...

I think there might
be an ambulance.

I'll be fine.

- Come on.

I'm just asking you to
switch patrols with me.

It's not exactly loaves
and fishes, is it?

Uh, I'm not a bishop.

- I'm not allowed.
- You're a verger.

I don't have the divinity.

- Mundy.
- Give us a minute, love.

Hey, Canto!

Listen, seriously.

As God is my witness,
on my soul eternal...

I'll let you see my tattoo.

Your tattoo?

It's not on general view,

which makes it more exciting given
the romantic tension between us.

Look, I'm only doing this because
I want you to stop annoying me.

Great. Thank you.
Thanks. Thanks a million.

- What's up, Splice?
- Oi!

What?

Tattoo?

Sorry. It's on Posh Graham.
I finished it yesterday.

You'll love it.

You should be nice to
Canto. He likes you.

No, he doesn't.

- I was just joking about that.
- He's not joking.

Where's your dad?

What's wrong?

Ambulance. Dead ahead.

Okay.

Sir, respectfully, your eyes.

- It might detect the injury.
- Yeah. Well, it might help me then.

- Sir, the algorithm
is haywire right now.

You know what
happened to Wilson.

The algorithm's been upgraded.

No. They ran out of money.

Look, it doesn't matter.
We have to keep moving.

We don't have a choice.

Okay, okay. Hold there.

I guess it could be dormant. It's
a long way from the fighting.

Well, they're combat activated.

They power down when there's nothing
going on, but their sensors stay active.

You know, I'm not
even sure it's--

Carson! Carson, where are you?

- It's--
- Are you okay?

- It's fine. It's
fine. I'm okay.

I'm not injured. Just
stay where you are.

I'll just--

Carson!

Carson!

Combat detected.
Combat detected.

Combat detected.

Combat detected.

Combat detected.

Patient acquired.

Sharp scratch.

- You're doing very well.

Patient name: John
Francis Vater.

Calendar age: 42 years.

Vital signs in normal range.

Blood pressure: high.

Cardiac function: good.

Liver mildly inflamed.

-blind.

I'm not blind. My vision
is temporarily impaired.

Eyesight recovery
time estimated...

- ...four weeks.

unacceptable.

Combat medical: failed.

Listen to me. I have
a child at base camp.

Check my records!

My next of kin, Splice, she's my daughter,
and I'm exclusively responsible for her.

Please! Check my records.

Leave a message at the tone.

Kiss kiss.

- Next of kin: informed.

The Villengard Corporation would like
to extend its deepest condolences

on your upcoming loss.

Thoughts and prayers.

Sharp scratch.

Did you hear that?

Give me a sec.

Someone's in trouble.

Stay there!

Okay, coming.

Doctor?

Doctor!

♪ Speed, bonny boat Like
a bird on the wing ♪

Doctor?

♪ Onward, the sailors cry ♪

♪ Carry the lad that's
born to be king ♪

Doctor.

♪ Over the sea to Skye ♪

Doctor, is that you?

Everything's fine.

Who said it wasn't?

Completely fine.

Come toward my voice.

And watch where
you put your feet.

♪ Loud the wind howls
Loud the waves roar ♪

♪ Thunderclaps rend the air ♪

Why are you singing?

It's "The Skye Boat Song".

Like it?

I didn't ask what
you were singing.

I asked why.

I'm getting my zen on.

My landmine zen.

I need you to describe to
me what I'm standing on.

Fairly sure I know,

but details are important,
and I can't risk looking down.

The sensors are on hair trigger.

Why hasn't it set off already
when you stepped on it?

Impact activates the sensors.

Now it's confirming if
there's a live target on it.

One wrong move, and boom...

...I go all food mixer.

Mmm. Where are we?

In the middle of a war.

Oh, I was kind of
hoping for a beach.

Yeah, what do you think this is?

It's not a beach.

Ah, give it time.

Everywhere is a
beach eventually.

Okay. I'm down.

I'm about ten feet
directly behind you.

Look at my right foot.

Describe what I'm standing on.

It's a sort of disc.

A white disc. It's really thin.

It's got lights around the edge,
round the rim. Green lights.

Okay.

Okay, very slowly, very
carefully, move around me,

and tell me if there's
a gap in the light.

It's not gone off yet.

So I think there's a gap.

Hoping for quite a big one.

Why does a landmine
have lights on it?

Capitalism.

Excuse me?

Flashy lights play
well in a showroom.

Modern warfare.
Death by salesman.

I found the gap.

It's right under your
foot, in front of ya.

How big is it?

Four fingers.

Okay.

Well, that's, um-- that's better
than two fingers, for instance.

Is there a V on it?

Yeah.

V for victory?

Villengard.

V for Villengard. Biggest weapons
manufacturer in recorded history.

Supplied all sides in all conflicts for
the past two centuries in the sector.

Had to deactivate one of these
once. At a lesbian gymkhana.

Underwater, for a bet.

Except it wasn't live, and
I wasn't standing on it.

And I lost that bet.

Sorry. Wrong moment
for this story.

First things first.

Someone was screaming. It
came from directly up there.

Can you check and see
if anyone needs help?

- You need help.
- I'm not even screaming yet.

Priorities.

- You'll need to go
the long way round.

And watch your step.

While you're up there, see if
you can see anything heavy.

A good-sized rock or something.

I cannot keep
standing on one leg.

But if I put my other foot down on
the ground, it will shift my weight.

I need to counterbalance.

I need to increase the weight on the
mine at the exact moment I decrease it.

Well, it's gonna be tricky.

It's gonna be a moment, yeah.

Anyone there?

Uh... [stammers] ...no.

Nothing. Just a
flashy light thing.

Hang on.

Found something?

A weird thing.

If it's a heavy weird
thing, bring it.

It's okay! It's okay!
You're fine. Don't worry.

Just vacuum drones, that's all.

Hoovering up the smoke

so that nobody can choke to death
before they are safely shot.

Oh. Okay, I suppose that's--

What's wrong?

Ruby, have you seen something?

Oh.

Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry. I forgot.

- Your first time
on a new planet.

It flips your
stomach, doesn't it?

A brand-new sky.

We're on Kastarion 3, going
by the rings next door.

- Decent enough.
Seven out of ten.

Good trees. Great
mountains. Rainbow crystal.

Ah, wait until you see the dawn.

Mind you, this place
is basically empty.

Who'd pick a fight round here?

Okay, I've got a heavy thing. I
think this is an urn or something.

But it's kind of gross.

- What is it?
- Never mind.

What do you mean, "never mind"?

Tell me what you're
not telling me.

Okay.

Okay, that isn't an urn.

There isn't a body
inside of that.

That is a body.

That is a dead body.

Compressed somehow. Like it's
been, I don't know, smelted.

Seriously?

I heard a scream. I
guess it was that.

He was being smelted?

It's a good word,
smelted, isn't it?

Not at the moment.

I never used the word "smelted"
before. It's never come up.

New planet, new word, landmine.

Ooh, I am having a day.

Are you getting scared? 'Cause
you're just babbling now.

Toss it in your hand.

That thing, toss it in your
hand and catch it, please.

- Okay, that's about the right weight.
- About?

Okay, it's exactly
6.732217 kilograms.

I was trying not to show off.

Throw it to me.

- No.
- Throw it to my right hand.

I need to use it
to counterbalance.

I'm gonna catch it at the exact moment
I put my left foot down on the ground.

I understand, but
it's too unstable.

- Let me give it to you.
- No.

You'll have a much better chance
if I just put it in your hand.

If it goes wrong, you will
be caught in the blast.

Well, let's get it right then.

Ruby, I forbid this.

Yeah, good luck with that.

You don't understand.
This is a smart-mine.

It is monitoring anything,
any significant change.

I get too worried about you,
and my blood pressure goes up,

and I don't know how
much leeway I have.

Best not to worry then.

So how are we gonna do
this? Count of three?

- Please listen to me.
- No arguing, Doctor.

Blood pressure.

Ruby, if this doesn't work...

You are brave. Mmm.

- And you are wonderful.

And I forgive you for
being incredibly stupid.

Good then.

And if it does work,

I'm gonna be very cross at you

for a very, very long time.

Not that long, babes.

- You're standing on a landmine.

- Count of three?
- Okay, no, wait.

Um... I n-need
something more rhythmic.

Um, I need a beat, like--
like a song. Sing the song.

- The song? The song.
- The song.

"Over the sea to Skye." That's the
last line. On the word "Skye"--

I love that song. It's
about Bonnie Prince Charlie.

- I know, it's sweet. Let's go.
- It's sweet, and it's sad.

And it's about soldiers fighting.
But it's sad, like a lullaby.

And that's right, isn't it?

Songs about soldiers should
be sad, don't you think?

Okay, Doctor. I'm
ready. Stop babbling.

- Okay.

Okay, Ruby, shall we dance?

♪ Speed, bonny boat Like
a bird on the wing ♪

♪ Onward, the sailors cry ♪

♪ Carry the lad that's
born to be king ♪

♪ Over the sea to Skye ♪

Okay, okay.

- Okay.

Okay, okay. The
lights are moving.

That's okay. That's
all right. It's fine.

It's the after-effect. It's my
adrenaline. I just need to focus.

- I just need to relax.
- They're still moving.

Maybe don't keep
mentioning that.

I went down to the beach
and there she stood,

dark and tall, at
the edge of the wood.

"The sky's too big.
I'm scared," I cried.

She replied, "Young man, don't
you know there's more to life

than the moon and the
president's wife?"

Okay. Okay. I think that's it.

That was close.

No margin for error.

You know what's really great
about no margin for error?

- No more errors.

Thank you, "John Francis Vater".

Hello. I'm John Francis
Vater, deceased.

Apologies for your loss.

Oh, voice-activated.

These are my mortal remains.

At your convenience,

please return them to my parents,
Agnes and Millicent Vater.

Address will be
supplied on request.

Hey, John. Am I
talking to an AI?

I'm an approximate AI reconstruction
of the deceased John Vater.

Signature elements of
my former personality

have been incorporated
into this interface.

Kiss kiss.

What happened to you, John?

I was humanely terminated on the discovery
of the fatal condition, blindness.

Blindness isn't fatal.

You literally just said
that to a dead blind guy.

Who terminated you, John?

I was spared further suffering by a
Villengard Automated Ambulance Unit.

My recovery was estimated as
beyond acceptable parameters

for a conflict as budgeted.

- Sorry. Killed by an ambulance?
- Life is cheap.

Patients are expensive.

- The Villengard algorithm.
- The what?

Villengard battle products
are fitted with AI.

The algorithm maintains
a fighting force

at just above the acceptable
number of casualties.

Keeps you fighting, keeps
you dying, keeps you buying.

Medical services optimise the
casualty rate for continued conflict.

War is business, and
business is booming.

Good to meet you, John.

- Kiss kiss.
- Daddy?

- Is my daddy
there? I heard him.

H-Hello. [chuckles]
Hello, up there.

You okay? You need help?

I'm looking for my daddy.

How did you--

- Why did you come here?
- He sent me a message.

I can read a geo-stamp.

Where is he? Where's
my daddy? I heard him.

Shouldn't you be
tucked up in bed?

What's a little kid like you doing
out in a nasty war like this?

My dad got special
permission to bring me.

Oh, that's good, isn't it?

'Cause my mummy got gathered up.

She got what? G-Gathered?

She got gathered up by God.

He loved her so much that
he gathered her up early

so she can be in heaven
with him like an angel.

We'll see her again one
day, Daddy explained.

Where is Daddy?

Uh, this is Ruby.

- And my name is the Doctor.

- The Doctor isn't a name.
- Yeah.

And I'm not even a doctor.

People don't usually
bring that up.

You're good already.

- I'm Splice.
- Great name. I love it!

- Just Splice or--
- Splice Alison Vater.

Splice Alison Vater,
you have been identified

- as the next of kin of John Francis Vater.
- Daddy!

I am an AI reconstruction
of your deceased parent.

- Apologies for your loss.
- No.

- Let's grieve together. Come to--
- No. Wait!

- Dad!
- Wait!

Daddy!

Let go of me! Get off me!

No, no! Please, Splice.

- If I'm causing distress...
- Ruby.

- Please! No.
- ...perhaps I should come back later.

- Kiss kiss.

Dad!

- Let go of me!
- Ruby.

- Look at his foot!

- Look at what he's standing on.

You see that? See
what he's standing on?

Okay?

Doctor, you okay?

It's just an adrenaline
rush. Just gotta control it.

It's going down. Down,
let's move it down.

Down, down, down, down, down.

Slide it down.

Doctor. What's happening?

Me.

I'm happening.

I'm the explosive.

You are in my sights!

- I can drop you where you stand.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Do you understand?

Signal your understanding.

- Signal your understanding!
- I understand!

Please! I understand.

He's on a landmine. He's
standing right on one.

Ma'am, I'm fully apprised
of what he's standing on.

- Splice, you okay down there?
- I'm here, Mundy.

I'm trying to find Daddy.

I saw him. He was a
hologram. Where is he?

Sir, my name is Mundy Flynn.

I'm an ordained Anglican Marine.

What are you doing out here?

Are you

civilians?

- Anglican what?
- Great name, Mundy Flynn.

You should marry Ruby. Then
you'll be Mundy Sunday.

Go on, get married.
I'd laugh every day.

What's an Anglican Marine? Since
when was the Church an army?

Since most of your history.
You've been living in a blip.

Sir, the casket in
your right hand.

Are you aware those
are the sacred remains

- of an ordained Anglican?

Are you aware your
face is ringing?

Did you like the tattoo?

What? I geo-stamped you.

I know where you are.
Get back to the compound.

- You're giving me orders now?
- What? I'm not giving you orders.

I'm worried. Fog
drones have been out.

The Kastarions could
be planning an attack.

Shut up, you're worried.
You don't even like me.

- Of course I--

Okay, this idiot little
war. Who are you fighting?

The Kastarions.

Yeah? The Kastarions?

Go on. Tell me about
the Kastarions.

- We've never seen them.
- Excuse me?

They're in the mud.

Well, that's what we think.

Some of us.

- Or the fog.
- What, sentient mud?

- Sir, I do not have time for this.
- Seriously?

Do you know how
ridiculous you sound?

I've met sentient
mud. Lovely girls.

Grumpy, yeah, but you try laying around
with your face full of mammals all day.

- Sir, I'm gonna
have to ask you...

...to let go of that casket.

- Just let it fall.
- No!

If he drops the casket,
it'll trigger the landmine.

- It'll kill him!
- He's dead already.

Sir, when you stepped on that
mine, you triggered a countdown.

It's now trying to assess whether
it's acquired a viable target.

If it can't within a
specified time, it fails safe.

It blows anyway.

Drop the casket.

Immolation. How does it work?

There's no explosive in
this landmine, right?

Immolation triggers a quantum-level
chain reaction in the subject's DNA.

You are the explosive.

I'm a Time Lord.

- Not a human, I'm a Time Lord--

Doctor!

I am a higher-dimension
life form.

I am a complex space-time event.

I'm Anglican.

No, no! Stop it!

I'm a much bigger bang
than you bargained for.

I'm a lot more
explosive than I look,

and, honey,

I know how I look.

Put a quantum chain
reaction through me,

and I will shatter this silly little
battlefield of yours into dust.

All of it.

In a heartbeat, into dust.

- That's not possible.
- Everything is possible.

Everything is possible.
Everywhere is a beach eventually.

Scan me.

Scan me. See for yourself.

You could blow up
half of this planet.

- Combat detected.
Combat detected.

- Shoot it!
- Combat detected.

The algorithm won't let me!

- What is that thing?
- Combat detected.

- Is it a robot? Doctor, what is that?
- It's an ambulance.

- Combat detected.
- It's a what?

- How is that an ambulance?
- Stop it.

- Patient acquired.
- Please, stop it.

- Patient acquired.
- You've got to stop that thing.

Patient acquired. Hold still.

- Daddy!
- Hello, Daughter Splice,

can I assist you with
any persistent regrets?

- Sharp scratch.
- Daddy!

Would you like to look at some old
photographs to remember the good times?

Patient name. Patient name
unknown. Unidentified.

- Vital signs. Vital
signs. Vi-Vital signs.

- No, he's not human!

Get it off me!

- Vi-Vital signs.

- Combat!

"Combat is detected."
That's what she said!

- Give me the gun.
- What are you doing?

Combat! Can't you hear
that lovely combat?

Combat, right this way! Combat!

- Combat! Combat!
- Stay right here, okay?

Look! That's when
we saw the antelope!

Combat detected.
Combat detected.

Combat detected.

Wait!

Shoot me. It needs to detect
an injury, or it won't triage.

- Shoot me.
- No, I can't!

It's fine. I put
it on setting one.

- Just do my arm or something.
- I can't.

You really have to.
Come on! You can do it!

Shoot me a little
bit. Just do my arm.

- Left one, please.
- Yeah, sorry.

Oh, my God! Oh, my
God. Are you okay?

Patient acquired.

- Patient acquired.
- Ruby. Ruby, can you hear me?

Doctor, what's
happening? Sharp scratch.

She was gonna shoot
you. I saw her.

Patient identified.

Ruby Sunday.

Calendar age: 3082 years.

Next of kin.

Next of kin.

Next of kin-- Next
of-- Next of kin.

- Next of kin. Next of kin. Next of kin.
- Who-- Who is my next of kin?

Next of kin. Next of kin. Next
of kin. Next of kin. Next of kin.

Next of kin. Next of kin.

- Next of kin.
- That's not possible.

- Next of kin.
- It doesn't snow here. It never snows.

No, it's Ruby. This
has happened before.

Next of-- Next of kin.

Just please tell me who it is.

It's good, it's good.
The snow is good.

While there's snow, there's ho--

It stopped. How can it do that?

How can it just stop?

Vital signs failing. Mortality
estimate: 432 seconds.

Patient non-ordained.

- Treatment withheld.

She was gonna shoot
you. I don't understand.

It doesn't matter. Look at the readings.
If that mine blows, it blows everything.

I went down to the
beach, there she stood,

dark and tall, edge of the wood.

"The sky's too big.
I'm scared," I cried.

She replied, "Young man, don't
you know there's more to life

- than the moon and the
president's wife?" Sir.

Sir, please.

I've scanned the device. I've
ran the numbers. You're right.

You're gonna blow a really
big hole in everything.

You could wipe out
every Anglican here.

Please, what do we do?

Ruby.

We're doing everything we can.

I'm reconfiguring the
ambulance protocols.

It could revive her,

but it's not programmed
to assist non-believers.

Sir, the mine is cycling down
to the end of the countdown.

We've got five minutes.
Probably less. Please.

What can we do?

Surrender.

- Excuse me?
- Surrender.

Lose.

Give in.

Even if that were
possible, which it isn't,

even if I had the divinity to authorise
that, it wouldn't switch off the landmine.

Yes, it would.

Why?

Because it's your landmine.

Patient death imminent.
Thoughts and prayers.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Ruby, stop that. Hang on
in there. I still need you.

I can't think unless I'm talking,
and I can only talk to you.

Mundy thinks that she's fighting
the Kastarions. What do you think?

You figured it out yet?

I don't think Mundy's
figured it out.

Figured what out?

So this lot, Ruby, they came
here, what, six months ago?

They set up their defences and fired
their warning shots into the air.

"Watch out. We come in peace."

Yeah?

We advertised our presence.
It's standard procedure.

Do you hear that, Ruby? They
advertised their presence.

And do you know what that does?

Ruby, that-that activates
the Villengard algorithm.

The acceptable casualty
rate algorithm.

Keeps you dying,
keeps you buying. Huh?

Do you get it? Huh, do you get
it? Do you get-- Do you get it?

Do you get it?

Do you get-get-get it?

There's nobody else here.

You declared war
on an empty planet.

There are no Kastarions in the
mud. They're not in the fog.

There are no Kastarions.

Just the algorithm

maintaining an acceptable casualty
rate in the face of nothing at all.

You are fighting
your own hardware.

And it is killing you at just the
right amount to keep you buying more.

I mean, most armies would notice that
they were fighting smoke and shadows,

but not this lot, Ruby.

You know why? 'Cause
they have faith.

- Shut up!
- Faith!

The magic word that keeps you
never having to think for yourself.

Just surrender, Mundy.

Just stop...

and it's all over.

Prove it.

What, seriously?

Now you need proof, faith girl?

Only the bishop can
declare a surrender,

and the bishop will need proof.

- Oh. John Francis Vater, father and AI.
- Yes, sir.

I need you to download yourself
into the Villengard battle computer

and find proof that the
planet is uninhabited

and that the casualty
rate is hardware driven.

Send it to the scanner
in Mundy Flynn's hand.

Apologies. That is not possible.
I am not connected to the network.

No, but the ambulance is. And
the ambulance is connected to me.

And I am connected to you.

Shut up and google.

That is against my
digital protocol, sir.

Listen to me.

However little is left of
you, you are still a father.

Dad to dad, you never
let them down, right?

Ever.

To the end, right?

Dad to dad, dust to
dust. Am I right?

Sir, he can't. He's
just an AI simulant.

I'll be back. Do your teeth.

How much of the countdown left?

Three minutes maybe.

Thoughts and prayers.

That will do that.

- How's it going?
- There are safeguards. Hush.

I saw your tattoo.

- What?
- The-- The one you did on Posh Graham.

It was beautiful.

- You checked out my tattoo on Posh Graham?
- Of course.

- Why?
- I wanted to see it.

But why?

Why did you even come out here?

Why were you looking for me?

Canto.

Do you like me?

Of course, I like you.

Everyone knows that I like you.

Except Posh Graham, who
now thinks I like him.

It was on his upper thigh.
You could've warned me.

Hang on.

Does that mean you like me?

Defences. Defences.

What is it? What is happening?

Canto, talk to me.
Are you all right?

I'm fine. How are you?

Where are you? I
can't-- Are you injured?

I'm fine. How are
you? I'm okay.

Just shock.

Canto.

Canto.

You are identified
as Mundy Flynn,

my designated favourite person.

Here's a personal message
recorded just for you.

If anything happens to me,

I want you to know that

I love you.

And honestly, it's okay that...

...you don't love me back.

Sorry. Yeah.

I'm sorry about your friend.

It was my fault.

I distracted him.

It was nothing to do with you.

It was the algorithm breach.

The Villengard algorithm
is protecting itself.

The ambulance killed him.

Thoughts and prayers.
Thoughts and prayers.

Thoughts and prayers.

We sent Daddy in there, and
it's fighting back. Look.

Of course. Of course,
there's security.

There's a firewall. Why
didn't I think of that?

What's happening?

The algorithm will do anything
it can to protect itself.

- Anything at all.
- Antelope.

- Ante-- Antelope.
- John.

Antelope. I saw antelope.
We saw antelope.

We saw the antelope together.
I-I remember! I remember, Daddy!

Antelope. We saw
antelope. Antelope. Sorry.

Tell her to run, John! Tell
your daughter to run now!

- Dad to dad.
- I'm safe with Daddy.

Safe-- Safe-- Antelope--
Safe-- Can't-- Can't-- Ante--

A-- Dad--

A-Any attempt to interfere
with the Villengard algorithm

will be met with severe fines.

Where is John Francis Vater?

The AI known as John Francis Vater has
been identified as a hostile data virus

and permanently deleted.

Thoughts and prayers.

Attention.

This landmine will induce
fail-safe immolation shortly.

If you are not the selected
target, please stand clear.

- Run. Start running.
- There's no point.

- Final countdown commencing.
- Both of you! Run!

- Ten, nine...
- We'd never get far enough.

- ...eight...
- Where's my daddy?

- ...seven...
- I'm not leaving without my daddy.

- And I'm not leaving you, munchkin.
- ...six...

- I'm so sorry, then. This is it.
- ...five, four...

I'm so sorry, Ruby.

- ...three...
- I am so, so sorry.

...two,

one.

Kiss kiss.

Antelope-- Dad to dad--
Dust to dust-- Dust--

Kiss kiss.

- Virus alert. Virus a--
- Kiss kiss.

Kiss kiss. Kiss kiss. Kiss kiss.

Kiss kiss. Kiss kiss. Kiss kiss.

Patient acquired.

Sharp scratch.

Revivification
protocol initiated.

Kiss kiss.

Kiss kiss.

- Kiss kiss.
- How?

Ruby, Ruby.

- You okay? Yeah?

- What's happening?

Your father, who art in heaven.

- A kind of heaven anyway.

Antelope-- Do your
teeth-- Antelope.

The Villengard algorithm.

The whole Villengard
arms industry, all of it,

just got beaten up by
this little kid's dad!

- Doctor.
- Ah! Ruby! Ruby!

Ah, why are you lying around
missing all the good stuff?

A war just got switched off and very
possibly sent to bed without its supper.

I don't-- What happened?

Well, it's, uh-- It's
kind of hard to sum up.

I think if I had a diary, it would be
a little bit too exciting for words.

I think I could
write it with drums.

Can you write a diary
in drums? I bet I could.

- Uh, wait--

October the 5th!

I sent this girl's dad into the
software just for a look around.

Just looking for proof, and
he must have been very cross.

Because now, the whole
Villengard mainframe

has been taken down
by parent power.

Basically, Villengard-- Basically,
just wait till Daddy gets home.

Right, enough of that.
Moving on. Come on, Ruby.

No. Hang on. We've had, like,
two minutes of the awesome.

Yeah, two minutes. No lingering.
Plenty more universe to see.

And quite frankly,
your lifespan sucks.

All right. Come here, Splice.

Splice, I'm so sorry
about your dad.

Why are you sorry?

Because he's gone now.

But I know that Mundy is gonna
take really good care of you.

Silly, he's not gone.

He's just dead.

He's not gone.

That is right. That
is exactly right.

You keep the faith, Splice.

I thought you didn't
like faith much, Doctor.

Just because I don't like it,
doesn't mean I don't need it, Mundy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye.

I will be popping in
every now and then.

Fish fingers and
custard is my favourite.

- Okay, come on, Ruby.

Yes, yes. Sorry we gotta
rush off like this.

But he probably
needs changing. Bye!

- Do you think
she'll be all right?

Splice?

I reckon future
president of something.

Till then, she's got
Mundy and her dad.

But her dad's dead.

No, I know. I know he's not gone,
and that's sweet and everything.

It's just he is-- He's
really, actually, he's dead.

We're all dead eventually.

There's hardly any time
that we're not dead.

It's a good thing too.

We gotta keep the pace up.
Otherwise, nothing would get done.

Dying defines us.

Snow isn't snow until it falls.

Snow.

Yeah, snow.

We all melt away in the end.

But something stays.

Maybe the best part.

A sad, old man once told me,

"What survives of us is love."

- We are in Wales! Spectacular!
- Who's she?

Doctor.

Where is the
Doctor? Where is he?

There's this woman following me.

- Who is she?
- I don't know!

- Mad Jack is unbound.
- What the hell have you done?