Doctor Who

Police, please.

Hello?

Yes.

I know who did it.

Who did it all.

I figured it out.

No. No, I can't speak up.

They might hear me.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Listen.

Listen.

They are everywhere.

All around.

We've been so blind.

Hello? Sir?

Are you in a safe place?

Are you being held against your will? Sir?

You could leave all that stuff here, you know.

We do have literally acres of room.

Oh, no. It's all right. Danny's got a little bit territorial.

The idea of me leaving so much as a toothbrush here...

But, still, he's all right with us doing this

which I admit's a little bit weird.

Cos you'd think if he had a problem with me leaving stuff in the TARDIS,

he'd object to me travelling in the TARDIS. But he's not, so.

Sorry. Stopped listening a while ago. OK.

Same time you left, same place.

Ish.

Ish?

Don't give me an ish.

These readings are very...

ishy.

Erm, Doctor?

Uh-huh?

Well...

Well, I wonder what caused this?

I don't think we're bigger. Are we?

Bristol? Doctor, we're in Bristol!

And 120 miles from where we should be. Impressive.

- No. Not impressive. Annoying. - No. This is impressive.

This is annoying. The TARDIS never does this.

This is huge!

Well, not literally huge, slightly smaller than usual.

- Which is huge. - Yes. I get it. You're excited. When can I go home?

Your house isn't going anywhere.

And neither is mine until I get this figured out.

Could you not just let me enjoy this moment of not knowing something?

I mean, it happens so rarely.

Look, I don't think this is dangerous.

But I wouldn't like you to get squished accidentally.

Anyway, I need you to help me find out what's caused this.

Fine.

I'll go take a look around.

It's your filth, Rigsy, start with your signature.

Oh, come on, there's no need for this.

There you go.

Get on with it. This is community service, not a holiday camp.

Now, that wasn't me, was it?

Oh, that can't be good.

Cheer up, love. Might never happen.

Have some respect. She's grieving.

Oh, sorry, love. I didn't mean nothing by it.

Sorry about them. They're idiots.

That's all right, don't worry. I've heard worse.

I've lost someone, too. My Aunt Karina.

Deaf as a post. Didn't really know her that well but she's still gone.

- Is your one in the mural? - Oh, no. I haven't actually...

I'm sure they'll get round to it at some point.

I'm not really with that lot out there.

I just have to do this community service thing.

I just do graffiti. Not anything, you know, murdery or...

So, erm, what's all this about?

What's happened to all these people?

You mean you don't know?

Hey, I think I've found something.

People are missing all over the estate.

- Do you think there's a connection? - Could be.

And where are you?

- Exactly where I was. - No, you're not.

I'm here and I can't see...

Oh.

Yes. Oh.

Oh, my God, that is so adorable.

- Are you in there? - Yes, I am.

And, no, it's not adorable.

It's very, very serious.

So is this more shrink ray stuff? Are you tiny in there?

No.

I'm exactly the same size.

It's merely the exterior dimensions that have changed.

Stop laughing. This is serious.

I can't help it, can I, with you and your big old face.

- How are you going to get out? - Well, plainly I can't.

Something nearby is leeching all the external dimensions.

- Aliens? - Possibly. Oh, who am I kidding? Probably.

Sensors are down and I can't risk taking off with it in this state.

Clara, I need you to pick up the TARDIS.

Carefully. It should be possible. I've adjusted the relative gravity.

You mean you've made it lighter.

Clara, it's always lighter.

If the TARDIS were to land with its true weight,

it would fracture the surface of the earth.

Yeah, maybe a story for another time. What now?

I've managed to get a rough fix on the source

of the dimensional leeching.

It's roughly north west. That way.

Please don't do that. That's just wrong.

Now, listen!

You're going to need these.

Oh, wow.

This is an honour. Does this mean I'm you now?

No, it does not, so don't get any ideas.

And listen, stick this in your ear.

- Can you hear me? - Yes .

- Ow! What just happened? - Nanotech .

- Just hacked your optic nerve. - What does that mean?

I see what you see.

- Anything? - Yes, I'm dizzy.

But nothing useful.

You never did tell me your name.

- No time to fraternize. Come on, get rid of him. - I'm...

- I'm the Doctor. - Don't you dare.

Doctor Oswald. But you can call me Clara.

I'm Rigsy. So what are you a doctor of?

- Of lies. - Well, I'm usually quite vague about that.

I think I just picked the title because it makes me sound important.

Why, Doctor Oswald, you are hilarious.

Could we get back to work, do you think?

What are you exactly? You don't smell like police but that's some

pretty cool gear you got there. You like a spy, or something?

Oh, he's a bright one, hang on to him.

He was the last one to go missing.

And when he disappeared all the doors and windows were locked

from the inside.

Ooh, now you're talking. I love a good locked room mystery.

- Yeah, doesn't everyone? - What?

Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm talking to somebody else. He's listening in.

Doctor, Rigsy, Rigsy, the Doctor.

- Hello, barely sentient local. - Another Doctor?

How do you sleep at night?

Missing people, tiny TARDIS, what's the link?

I think this is great that someone's finally looking into this.

The police weren't doing anything. They never do on this estate.

People were thinking that...

no-one was listening.

That no-one cared.

So, yeah. I think it's great what you're doing.

I think that we can manage on our own from now on.

- I think he could still be useful. - He's a pudding brain.

- Worse than that he's a fluorescent pudding brain. - Fine.

And all those other missing people, I suppose you know where they lived.

He could still be in the room.

Sorry, what?

Sorry, nothing. I was just thinking out loud.

It's like one of those locked room things you get in books.

It's always something weird, like, he's still in the room or something.

Do you want to go and check out another flat?

Do you know, I think you were wrong about this lad.

I think that he could be very useful. Vital local knowledge.

- Oh, really? - Yes. So try not to scare him off.

How would I scare him off?

Maybe he's lost in the desert, or something.

OK, right, are we missing something here?

Missing man, locked room, shrink ray?

Sorry, did you say just say shrink ray?

What if he is still in this room like you said - only tiny?

You know, like underneath the sofa or something.

Clara, this is the scaring off that we were talking about.

OK. So...

My lunch break's nearly up. This... this has been...

interesting.

Clara, local knowledge is' leaving. Do something!

Rigsy! One sec. Doctor, open the doors.

- I didn't mean that! - Look, you want him to stay or not?

You really do throw your companions in at the deep end, don't you?

Rigsy, come here. Meet the Doctor.

- So, what do you think? Tiny man idea. - Yes, it's a lovely thought.

Which is why I set the sonic to scan for that as soon as we entered.

- Pleased to meet you. - And you didn't think to tell me?

Well, of course he might have been squashed

under a policeman's shoe by now.

It's bigger. On the inside.

Do you know, I don't think that statement's ever been truer.

What are you? Like, aliens, or something?

No.

Well, he is.

Doctor?

- Doctor, did you hear that? - Yes. Whatever it was,

it just drained a massive amount of energy from inside the TARDIS.

- What was it? - I don't know.

- That's the least of my problems, just get us out of there. - OK.

Go. Rigsy...

this is where we run. Stick with me.

I mean this is just embarrassing.

I'm from the race that built the TARDIS,

dimensions are kind of our thing.

So why can't I understand this?

Clara, I need more info.

Where else have people disappeared?

- MI5? - Yes, this case has... got our attention.