I'm still! SO ANGRY! IT'S ALL JUST SO UDSHFDSKJDSJ.HDJ. I don't understand how you can write a character that brilliant for 80 minutes, and then FUCK UP SO BADLY in the last ten. They literally took everything away from her at the end - her camera-phone, her bodily agency, her professionalism, her cool-headedness, her skill and control as someone who lives performativity, her explicitly stated sexuality, EVERYTHING - and had her weeping and begging for mercy (ho ho I C UR SHITTY PARALLEL MOFFAT) and for god's sake, saying things like, "I won't last six months."

The only way I would buy any of that is if Irene were playing them all into next week, but... yeah, no, that is so clearly not what Moffat intended, and just, ARGH.