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THE DOCTOR: The Master was always sort of hypnotic, but this is on a massive scale.

MISSY: I shouldn’t have snapped. You know, whenever he arrives, I get such a rush of excitement, anticipation, and eye-gouging rage, all at once. See — it's quite a ride.

[It could only be a sunday morning. Newspapers, coffee, toast. The Doctor sits opposite Missy, reading a supplement. A thought occurs.] THE DOCTOR: We had a swordfight once. I enjoyed that.

THE DOCTOR: What do you want? THE MASTER: Kneel. [The Doctor doesn't] THE MASTER: Kneel … or they’ll die [And the Doctor slowly kneels. The Master gets closer. Stands over her.] THE MASTER: Call me by my name.

MISSY: Yes, Gallifrey too, I suppose. There's always collateral damage, with you and me. It's our Paris.

THE DOCTOR: That got his attention. He's not so far. I can sense him. THE DOCTOR: Contact. O (V.O.): Contact.

THE DOCTOR: Always so brilliant. From the first day at the Academy. So fast, so funny. She was my man crush. BILL: I’m sorry? THE DOCTOR: Yeah, I think she was a man back then. Fairly sure I was too, but it was a long time ago.

John laughs, bitterly. 'You shouldn't have to help me survive an attack of night terrors!' The Doctor says he doesn't mind. He remembers how many years ago he used to help him. John is excited, 'so we did know each other? We were friends?' The Doctor tells him that they were once

Perhaps, the Doctor reflected, if the Master had defeated him just once - even long ago when they had been learning together - if the other Time Lord could remember even one occasion when the final victory had been his, perhaps their whole history might have been different.

THE MASTER: Come on, come on. What have you got left anyway? You don't even know your own life. Look how low I have brought you. I have won Doctor. You may have made me, but I have destroyed you. Become death. Become me.

THE MASTER:Take out me, take out these lifeforms. All those bodies still in the vaults, every organic cellular lifeform on this planet. Forever. And yourself. Do that, would you? THE DOCTOR: Yes. This time, yes.

A tight smile broke on the other Time Lord's face. His voice, like his expression, was rigidly controlled as he said what must have stuck in his throat. 'I need you, Doctor. I need your help.'

‘If our positions were reversed,’ the Doctor whispered, ‘what would you do? Smother me? Something worse? Or accept that there’s a part of me in you, a part of you in me?’

THE MASTER: Look upon my work Doctor, and despair. Remember how we used to run through those streets as children? The alleys where we'd hide from Borusa, as we skipped classes? All gone now.

MISSY: Well I don't need one, do I? I'm recreationally evil - it's true, I did a website quiz - what would do with an army? Armies are for people who think they're right. And nobody thinks they're righter than you!

THE DOCTOR: The Master was always sort of hypnotic, but this is on a massive scale.

‘If our positions were reversed,’ the Doctor whispered, ‘what would you do? Smother me? Something worse? Or accept that there’s a part of me in you, a part of you in me?’

John laughs, bitterly. 'You shouldn't have to help me survive an attack of night terrors!' The Doctor says he doesn't mind. He remembers how many years ago he used to help him. John is excited, 'so we did know each other? We were friends?' The Doctor tells him that they were once

Koschei conceded the point with a gracious nod. 'It seems my hypocrisy knows no bounds.' Victoria stifled a giggle. 'You're very like him in some ways.' Koschei stroked his beard thoughtfully. 'In many ways, Miss Waterfield.'

MISSY: Stop it. Now come on... Come on DOCTOR: You stop MISSY: Come on DOCTOR: You stop MISSY: You stop DOCTOR: Shh. MISSY: No you stop DOCTOR: Enough.