(A man in a top hat starts measuring the Doctor.)

DOCTOR: But I don't need a new suit.

ABRAHAM: I'm the undertaker, sir.

(Her gun fires again.)

AMY: I didn't mean to do that.

(So Isaac fires to get everyone's attention.)

ISAAC: Everyone who isn't an American, drop your gun.

(The piano playing and the conversations stop dead when our trio walk in. The Doctor goes to the bar.)

DOCTOR: Tea. But the strong stuff. Leave the bag in.

(Walter draws his gun and cocks it.)

DOCTOR: How old are you?

WALTER: Nearly nineteen.

(The Doctor is slowly walking forward.)

DOCTOR: That's eighteen, then. Too young to have fought in the war, so I'm guessing you've never shot anyone before, have you?

WALTER: First time for everything.

DOCTOR: But that's how all this started. Jex turned someone into a weapon. Now that same story's going to make you a killer, too. Don't you see? Violence doesn't end violence, it extends it, and I don't think you want to do this. I don't think you want to become that man.

WALTER: There's kids here.

DOCTOR: I know, who I can save if you'll let me.

WALTER: He really worth the risk?

DOCTOR: Don't know. But you are.

(Walter lowers his gun and walks away. The crowd disperses.)

DOCTOR: Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day.