Sam Cox credited as playing...
Detective Inspector Bishop
- Bishop: Start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know.
- The Doctor: Well, for starters, I know... you can't wrap your hand round your elbow and make your fingers meet.
- The Doctor: They did what?
- Bishop: I'm sorry?
- The Doctor: They left her where?
- Bishop: Just... in the street.
- The Doctor: The street. They left her in the street. They took her face, and just chucked her out and left her in the street. And as a result, that makes things... simple. Very, very simple. Do you know why?
- Bishop: No.
- The Doctor: Because now, Detective Inspector Bishop, there is no power on this earth that can stop me!
- [knock, door opens]
- Crabtree: Found another one, sir.
- Bishop: Oh, good man, Crabtree.
- [the Doctor looks up, sees Crabtree with a blanket-covered person in a familiar pink skirt and pink heels]
- Bishop: Here we are, Doctor. Take a good look. See what you can deduce.
- [Crabtree removes the blanket. Blond hair, pink hairband-]
- The Doctor: Rose.
- Bishop: You know her?
- The Doctor: Know her? She...
- [It is quite definitely Rose Tyler. Same hairstyle, earrings, clothes, everything save her facial features: from her brow to her chin they are all smoothed away, with only the vaguest shadows on the skin to suggest what used to be there. She seems completely unaware of everything, like she's asleep on her feet. She'd be staring out at nothing if she still had eyes. As the Doctor takes this in, he barely hears what the detectives say]
- Crabtree: [distantly] They found her in the street, apparently, over at Leicester Square, abandoned.
- Bishop: [distantly] That's unusual, that's the first one out in the open. Heaven help us if something happens in public tomorrow for the big day. We'll have Torchwood on our backs then, make no mistake.
- The Doctor: [after breaking into Magpie's shop] If you're here, come out and talk to me! MAGPIE!
- Tommy: Maybe he's out?
- The Doctor: Looks like it.
- [finds a small black box resembling an old portable TV]
- The Doctor: Oh, hello. This isn't right. This is very much not right.
- [licks it]
- The Doctor: Tastes like iron. Bakelite. Put together with human hands, yes, but the design itself...
- [scans it with his Sonic Screwdriver]
- The Doctor: Oh, beautiful work! That is so simple!
- Bishop: That's incredible, it's like a television, but portable! A portable television!