"Time Lord," croaks Finch, and the Doctor and Rose stare up at the baddies. They swoop down at the gang, and fly away; Sarah Jane and Rose wonder what they want, even as they're swooping off, screeching. They've already accomplished it simply by existing: like the Badder Wolf, they take something lovely, the experience of God, and introduce division to the indivisible. They introduce horror by prolonging beauty, by reversing the flow of things; watch.
Next morning. Kids flooding the courtyard and into the school. The Doctor, Mickey, Rose and Sarah Jane get out of her little car, and stride toward the school. The Doctor sends Rose and Sarah to the Maths room to crack the computers open; Rose holds out her hand for the proffered screwdriver, but he gives it to Sarah Jane instead. (Oh, the Scapers would have a field day there.) The Doctor orders Mickey to stay outside on surveillance. "Just stand outside?" he whines, and Sarah Jane tosses him her keys: "You can keep K-9 company." The Doctor reminds Mickey to crack a window, but not because of K-9, who is made of metal after all -- Mickey makes a face -- and the Doctor heads in to meet with Finch.
Shiny black shoes walking down a crowded hall; Finch pauses and looks up at the Doctor, leaning over the stairwell and openly sizing him up. I love this! Finch stares at him, and then goes on his way; the Doctor continues up the stairs. They meet in the swimming-pool room, on opposite sides of the pool. Things get very damn hardcore. "Who are you?" Brother Lassa. The Doctor introduces himself, and asks, "Since when did Krillitanes have wings?" Nearly ten generations, Finch explains, ever since their ancestors invaded Bessan, where the people have lovely wings: "They made a million widows in one day, just imagine." Yuck. Finch draws one of several thousand parallels between himself and the Doctor, quite deliberately: his human shape is nothing more than a "personal favorite." And the others? Finch's brothers remain in bat form, with only human-shaped glamours: "Scratch the surface and the true Krillitane lies beneath." They begin to circle, to meet at one side of the water. "And what of the Time Lords? I always thought of you as such a pompous race. Ancient, dusty senators, so frightened of change and chaos...and of course, they're all but extinct. Only you. The last." Watching him do this, knowing where he's headed...Finch is kind of awesome. Watch: he takes you by the hand and leads you there so well you could almost agree. "This plan of yours," the Doctor demands, "what is it?" The Doctor doesn't know? "That's why I'm asking." Things get more hardcore; they're just facing off now very intensely. "Well, show me how clever you are," says Finch. "Work it out." The Doctor shakes his head, with that towering rage building and burning: "If I don't like it, then it will stop." Finch marvels -- "Your people were peaceful to the point of indolence. You seem to be something new" -- and asks whether the Doctor would declare on them. "I'm so old, now," the Doctor says. Incredibly quietly. "I used to have so much mercy." They look at each other appraisingly and aggressively, and finally the Doctor gives Finch his first and final warning, and turns to leave. "But we're not even enemies," Finch says evenly. "Soon you will embrace us. The next time we meet, you will join with me. I promise you." He walks past the Doctor with a knowing grin. (And then produces a tiny blonde girl named Kacey from upstairs.)