[The Master is lying sideways on a couch in his living room, shirtsleeves undone and rolled up, legs curled up towards him and back, elbow leaning on the arm of the couch. He looks relaxed, wearing only a white dress shirt and black trousers, his tie hanging loosely, haphazardly around his neck. He hasn't noticed that he's being filmed. In one of
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I suppose I'm expected to not regard this as spying? Considering as you're being so kind as to be obvious about it.
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[Trying to pull himself together]
You can hardly be held accountable.
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Completely fine. Just resting, really.
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What the -- we need to get you to a hospital!
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[He looks a little puzzled, talking more to himself.]
I can't stop it....why can't I stop it...
[Back to speaking to Donna, not managing to look calm but trying to replace calmness with arrogance.]
Anyway, has your hospital any method of patching hearts? I wouldn't know, not having been there previously.
[He blinks a bit.]
Oh, and doing something about a fairly massive amount of internal bleeding.
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Well, as far as I can discern...I'm being shot again. Without actually actively getting shot.
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There's nothing to do, is there? Or it--I could get someone from the hospital, maybe?
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Hullo, Rose.
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What happened? Who did this?
Who's she?
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The City did it this time. But previously...
[His expression softens a little bit.]
...it was my wife.
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