DOCTOR: Fear - fear and evil. Can’t you feel it, Ace? It’s in the air… like poison…

THE GENERAL: Well, this is quite an honour. There have been rumours of a distinguished visitor for some time. But I must confess, I didn't expect the Reichsinspektor General.

DOCTOR: No one expects the Reichsinspektor General!

ACE: I'll tell you what, Professor, I'm not crazy about the England I come from, but it's a bloody sight better than this one.

HEMMINGS: You devil - you cunning little devil!

DOCTOR: Cunning? Well, yes, I have to be sometimes. And as for little, these things are relative, you know. I've been much smaller than this. As a matter of fact, I was once in grave danger of being washed down the plughole. But devil? We make our own devils, and our own hell.

BORMANN: Just the Herr Doktor, Fraulein. These are serious affairs of state - men's affairs.

(Ace drew a deep breath)

ACE: Now listen, mate...

DOCTOR: Steady on, Ace. Nazism equals sexism, I'm afraid.

ACE: He's right, you know.

DOCTOR: Who is?  

ACE: The coffee-stall man. It is a funny old world.

DOCTOR: I know. But it could have been a lot worse.

ACE: Well, it has been, hasn't it? But we sorted that out. Like I say, we done good.

(She grinned at the Doctor. To her great relief, he grinned back. They walked along the misty riverbank together, on towards the lights and the music.)