Duration: 34s

Now, we have to find that antidote. Poppy's stockpiles, well, they could be anywhere. HARRY: She must have some on hand. Locate Poppy... and obtain a sample for analysis. Maybe it can be replicated. GINGER: Sorry to cut in, guys. But Charlie is on the phone with his girlfriend. Looping you in now. CLARA: Don't worry. I'm on a payphone... covered in a fucking blue rash. Why didn't you tell me? All you said was, "Don't take any drugs." It was a music festival for fuck's sake. Fuck. Shit. Shit! Okay.