Doctor Who

Why are we chasing it? It's mauve and dangerous and about 30 seconds from London.

Excuse me, there's this thing I need to find, would've fallen from the sky. . .

Nancy, the thing I'm looking for, you know what I'm talking about, don't you?

A-a-ah!

I've got you, you're fine. Hello.

Hello. Jack Harkness, I've heard all about you.

It's 1941, the height of the London Blitz and something else has fallen on London.

He said it was a warship, he stole it, parked it somewhere out there,

somewhere a bomb's going to fall on it unless we make him an offer. It's a con.

I was conning you, that's what I am, I'm a con man.

There's something chasing you and the other kids.

Mummy, mummy.

You mustn't let him touch you.

What happens if he touches me? It makes you like him.

Right, everybody out, across the back garden and under the fence. Now, go, move!

You'll find them everywhere, in every bed in every ward, hundreds of them.

They've all got the same injuries, scarring on the back of the hand

and the gas mask seems to be fused to the flesh. What was the cause of death?

They're not dead!

Are you my Mummy? It's me Nancy!

Don't let 'em touch you. What happens if they touch us?

You're looking at it!

Mummy!

Go to your room!

Go to your room!

I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross.

GO. . .TO. . .YOUR. . .ROOM!

I'm really glad that worked.

Those would have been terrible last words.

Jamie. . .

Why are they all wearing gas masks?

They're not.

Those masks are flesh and bone.

How was your con supposed to work? Simple enough, really.

Find some harmless piece of space junk, let the nearest Time Agent

track it back to Earth, convince him it's valuable, and name a price.

When he's put 50% up-front, oops, a German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever.

He never gets to see what he's paid for, never knows he's been had.

I buy him a drink with his own money and we discuss dumb luck.

The perfect, self-cleaning con.

Yeah. Perfect. The London Blitz is great for self-cleaners.

Pompeii's nice if you want to make a vacation of it, though.

But you've got to set your alarm for Volcano Day.

Getting a hint of disapproval.

Take a look around the room. This is what your piece of harmless space junk did.

It was a burnt-out medical transporter, it was empty.

Rose!

Are we getting out of here? We're going upstairs.

I programmed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living. I harmed no-one!

I don't know what's happening, but I had nothing to do with it.

I'll tell you what's happening. You forgot to set your alarm clock.

It's Volcano Day! What's that?

The all clear.

I wish.

Ah!

I thought you were Jamie.

Mum, Dad! Ruddy kids!

Get off of me! Get your hands off me!

Oi, you, get in, get in! Get her in there! She's nicked.

Mr Spock? Doctor. You got a blaster?

Sure.

The night your space junk landed, someone was hurt.

This is where they were taken. What happened? Let's find out. Get it open.

What's wrong with your sonic screwdriver? Nothing.

Sonic blaster, 51st century.

Weapon factories of Villengard. You've been to the factories? Once.

They're gone now. Main reactor went critical - vaporised the lot. Like I said, once.

There's a banana grove there now.

I like bananas. Bananas are good.

Nice blast pattern.

Digital. Squareness gun. Yeah.

I like it.

What do you think? Something got out of here.

Yeah. And?

Something powerful.

Angry.

Powerful and angry.

A child?

I suppose this explains "mummy"?

How could a child do this?

- 'Do you know where you are? - Are you my mummy?

'Are you aware of what's around you?

'Can you. . .see?

'Are you my mummy?

'What do you want? Do you know what. . . ?

'I want my mummy!

'Are you my mummy? I want my mummy.

'Are you my mummy?

'Are you my mummy?

'Mummy? Mummy?'

Doctor, I've heard this voice before.

Me too. 'Mummy?' Always, " Are you my mummy?"

Like he doesn't know. 'Mummy.'

Why doesn't he know? 'Are you there, Mummy?

'Mummy!'

The police are on their way.

I pay for the food on this table. The sweat on my brow, that food is.

The sweat on my brow!

Anything else you'd like?

I've got a whole house here.

Anything else you'd like to help yourself to?

Yeah.

I'd like some wire-cutters, please.

Something that can cut through barbed wire. Oh, and a torch.

Don't look like that, Mr Lloyd. . .

I know you got plenty of tools in 'ere, I've been watching this house for ages.

And I'd like another look round your kitchen cupboards.

I was in an 'urry the first time. The food on this table. . .

.is an awful lot of food, isn't it, Mr Lloyd?

A lot more than on anyone else's table.

Half this street thinks your missus must be messing about with Mr Haverstock, the butcher.

But she's not, is she?

You are.

Wire-cutters. Torch.

Food. And I'd like to use your bathroom before I leave, please.

Oh, look!

There's the sweat on your brow!

'Mummy? Please, Mummy? Mummy?' Doctor?

Can you sense it? Sense what? Coming out of the walls.

Can you feel it? 'Mummy?'

Funny little human brains! How do you get around in those things?

When he's stressed, he likes to insult species. I'm thinking!

Cuts himself shaving, he does half an hour on life-forms he's cleverer than.

There are these children. Living rough, round the bomb sites.

They come out during air raids looking for food. 'Mummy, please?'

Suppose they were there when this thing, whatever it was, landed. It was a med-ship, it was harmless!

You keep saying harmless. Suppose one of them was affected, altered. Altered how?

'I'm here!' It's afraid,

terribly afraid. And powerful. . .

it doesn't know it yet. But it will do.

It's got the power of a god and I just sent it to its room!

Doctor. . . 'I'm here!

'Can't you see me?' What's that noise?

End of the tape. It ran out about 30 seconds ago.

I sent it to its room.

This is its room!

'Are you my mummy?

'Mummy?' Doctor?

OK, on my signal,

make for the door. . . 'Mummy?' Now!

'Mummy?'

Go, now, don't drop the banana!

Why not? Good source of potassium!

Gimme that!

'Mummy?'

Digital rewind. Nice switch.

It's from the groves of Villengard - thought it was appropriate.

There's really a banana grove in the heart in Villengard? And you did that? Bananas are good.

Doctor!

Come on!

Mummy!

It's keeping us here till it can get at us! It's controlling them? It is them.

It's every living thing in this hospital.

OK. This can function as a sonic blaster, a sonic cannon and it's a triple-enfolded sonic disruptor.

Doc, what you got? I've got a sonic, uh,. . . Never mind.

What? It's sonic, OK, let's leave it at that.

Disruptor, cannon, what? It's sonic, totally sonic, I am sonic-ed up!

A sonic what? Screwdriver!

Going down!

Doctor, are you OK? Could've used a warning.

Oh, the gratitude!

Who has a sonic screwdriver?

I do! Lights?

Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks, "Ooh-hoo this could be a little more sonic?"

There's gotta be a light switch.

Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?

Mummy!

Door! Mummy? Mummy? Mummy?

Damn it! Mummy?

It's the special features, they drain the battery. The battery?!

It's so lame!

I was going to send for another one. But somebody's gotta blow up the factory.

I know. First day I met him, he blew my job up. That's how he communicates.

OK, that door should hold it for a bit. The door? The wall didn't stop it!

It's got to find us first! Come on. Assets!

Well, I've got a banana and in a pinch you could put up some shelves.

Window? Barred. Sheer drop outside, seven storeys. And no other exits.

Well, the assets conversation went in a flash, didn't it?

So where'd you pick this one up, then? Doctor!

She was hanging from a barrage balloon, I had an invisible space ship. . . I never stood a chance.

OK! One. . . we've gotta get out of here.

Two. . .we can't get out of here. Have I missed anything?

Yeah.

Jack just disappeared.

Thought as much. What are all of you doing 'ere? Different house every night, I told ya!

We thought you were dead or you'd run off. I didn't. I knew you'd come back for us.

Found that old thing in the junk.

Thinks he's can write now. Writing a letter to me dad.

You don't even know where your dad is.

And how you gonna send it? I dunno, stick it in an envelope.

You can't even read or write. I don't need to, I've got a machine!

Will you stop making that noise? !

I'm sorry, Jim.

On you go, you write a letter to your dad if you want to.

I know we should've went somewhere else, but we need you, see, for the thinking.

What if I wasn't 'ere?

What if one night I didn't come back for ya?

There's a war on, people go out.

They don't always come back. It happens. What would you do then?

They're wire cutters.