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No! Help!

Mistress, I bring you another.

Bring me more, many more,
so many more children!

It shall be done, Mistress.

At breakfast time, I'm so hungry,
I could murder a bowl of cornflakes.

Does that make me a cereal killer?

-You're not laughing!
-It wasn't very funny.

I've been studying jokes,
their structure and history.

-You swap words around, so that was a joke.
-I guess.

What makes a joke funny?
Timing is important. How, exactly?

-I don't know, it's complicated.
-Is the context important?

Why does everything with you
lead to 500 questions?

-I want to get a bag.
-You've got lots of bags.

-You can never have too many bags.
-Another thing I don't understand.

Don't worry, you're a guy. You're not meant to.

What do you reckon?
Do you think you're man enough to have a go?

I have to go shopping.

That's kind of answered my question.

-Come on, Luke.
-Vouchers, in case you change your mind.

-Thank you!
-Thanks. Come on.

Posters are up. I'm doing a radio piece at 3:00,

and I've given the tickets
to a street team to shift.

You wait, Mr Kudlak.
The last few weeks' takings will be nothing

compared to what we've got coming.
Oh, guess what?

We got a birthday party booked in for tomorrow!

I grow tired of your talk, Mr Grantham.
Just bring me children!

-This is Lance.
-Oh, thank you, Mrs Metcalf.

I can't imagine
what the last three days have been like.

-Are you coping?
-I keep thinking my head's going to break.

That's what it feels like.
I'm on edge every minute,

thinking that he'll walk up the path
or the police will come and tell me...

Children do turn up safe. There's every chance.

Someone may have seen something important.

My story might make them realise that
and come forward.

-I hope so.
-Has anything like this happened before?

-Lance has never run away after an argument?
-We never argue.

Me and Lance, we've only got each other now.

Perhaps you could tell me
what happened on Saturday.

Nothing happened. Only Lance never came back.

He was going out to meet his friend Brandon.

They were going down the arcade.
He lives for his video games.

Only Brandon never saw him on Saturday.
Lance never showed up.

He just vanished into thin air.

Help me get my boy back, Miss Smith. Please.

Please.

-Do you mind?
-Sorry, Sarah Jane.

Clyde was just bugging around with Maria's bag.

-I'm sorry?
-I was ''mucking'' around.

Or ''messing''. You know, messing around?

You've got to listen to the words.
They're important in slang.

-Sorry, we'll get out of your way.
-No, wait.

I've been to see the mother of your friend Lance.
What do you know about him?

Friend? Don't get me wrong, I hope he's okay,

but the Corporal's only been at our school
a couple of months,

and he's not made friends.

-The Corporal?
-Lance, lance corporal.

Did you know his father was in the army,
was killed in Iraq?

Nicknames aren't always funny.

I hope he didn't run away
because he was bullied.

Don't get all over me.
Luke made up the nickname.

People laughed. I thought that was good.

It wasn't Luke's fault.
No one knew about Lance's dad.

He didn't tell anyone.
He didn't have much to do with us.

Most times, he was too busy with his Nintendo.

But I made a joke out of his name. I hurt him.

Maybe Lance wanted friends.
Instead, I probably made him run away.

-Oh, no, Luke...
-It's all my fault!

-I'd better go and talk to him.
-No, let me. I did drop him in it.

-Is he finding it really hard to fit in?
-No harder than the rest of us.

Clyde will talk to him. He'll be all right.

-How's Lance's mum?
-Going out of her mind with worry.

You don't think there's anything weird, do you?

You're not doing this story
because you think there's aliens involved?

I don't see aliens behind every bush, Maria.
I'm not a conspiracy theorist.

No, I know. I just wondered, that's all.

Now this friend of Lance's, Brandon,
do you know him?

-Hi, Brandon.
-What do you want?

-This is my friend Sarah Jane.
-I want to ask you some questions about Lance.

That's him.

-SARAH JANE: Halo?
-Yeah, that's Lance. He's the nuts.

-Is that good?
-Very.

I was meant to meet him in the park
and go to the arcade.

-And did you?
-He never showed.

-I thought the storm put him off.
-There wasn't a storm.

-Are you calling me a liar?
-No, but Saturday was sunny.

-I remember. I was in the garden until dark.
-It was weird. It only lasted a minute.

These clouds came up the hill
and then it just poured on me.

And then the clouds just vanished
and it was blue skies again. It was weird.

-Frightening?
-Yeah.

For a while,
I thought you'd gone AWOL with Lance.

-Been looking all over for you.
-Why?

That's what friends do when one of them
is hurting. They try and help.

-Friends shouldn't grass each other up. I'm sorry.
-How did you grass me up?

We'll get back to slang another day.
Ding-ding! New class.

How the Corporal has nothing to do with Luke.

-Don't call him that.
-He's not here.

It doesn't matter.
I was trying to be funny, not cruel.

Not everyone's cut out to be me.
See what I mean?

-Kudlak!
-I am here, Mistress.

You must bring me children.
Fresh, strong children.

I will, Mistress. You have my vow.

This hunger for blood, it never ends.

You shall have what you need.
Soon you shall have all the children you need.

Have all these kids really gone missing in a year?

We need to cross-reference these disappearances
with reports of freak weather conditions.

I will assimilate
with meteorological databases.

What does this storm have to do
with Lance going missing?

That's what we're going to find out.

I don't think Brandon is the sort of boy
to be scared by any normal storm.

Maybe there is something weird
about Lance's disappearance after all.

-I have a data match for 24 children.
-Twenty-four?

Their disappearances all coincide
with instances of unexpected torrential rain.

-All towns and cities.
-Why would it rain like that?

-Insufficient data.
-Mr Smith, maybe we can get you some more.

-So, what are we doing exactly?
-Pass me that spanner.

-What do you know about energy?
-It can't be created or destroyed.

Very good. Now, a storm is created by,
and in turn creates, energy.

The residue hangs around for a while
and that could tell us a lot.

Put those gloves on
and pass me those two cylinders one at a time.

No! I said put the gloves on first!
Those are made from Cibrianite Flux.

Touch them without protection
and you complete an electro-neurological circuit.

-Put you out cold for an hour.
-Oh.

You know, we should get my dad over.
He's good at DIY.

We could say it's my science project.
He's got lots of tools.

Bet he hasn't got one of these. Stand back.

Sometimes it feels like
I'll never fit into this world.

When I made a joke about Lance's name,

it felt like a breakthrough
because people laughed.

Instead, it was another social miscalculation.

-Gaffe, Luke. It was a gaffe.
-Last week, a ''gaffe'' was where a dude lives.

It's different. Just stick to the text.

-You see, things are so complex.
-Complex?

Be grateful your old man
didn't run off with your aunt.

Listen to me, I'm an expert in complex.

-You can explain things to me?
-Just ask Encyclopaedia Clydannica.

-Go on, anything you want.
-What's the purpose of games?

Why play games?

This.

This looks like war, but it's a game. Why?

-It's just a laugh.
-But they pretend to kill people.

Okay, you want to find out? Let's do it.

Mistress is worried.
It has been a month, yet our returns are minimal.

-I can't help it if the kids are low-grade.
-We must find better. We must work harder.

Your mistress should come down.
She could hand out some flyers.

-Do not mock my mistress!
-It was a joke, okay?

-We serve at her pleasure.
-Yeah, sure, sure.

Neither of us is irreplaceable.
Not I and certainly not you.

Ta-da! This is where Brandon
got caught in the rain.

-Come on, let's get her going.
-Okay.

Right. Now turn the dial on the left.

6.02 for the electromagnetic pulse trace.

Just got to calibrate the Kohonen net.

Right switch to 1 5 and the middle to 2.6.
Now then... Right, fire it up!

Wow!

Again.

Nothing. Once more!

There should be some sort of reaction.

-What's happening?
-It works! My machine works!

Particles identified
as entanglement shells.

Do you want to tell us
what an entanglement shell is exactly?

Used by climate engineers
to terraform hostile planet environments.

They stimulate rainfall.

Ealing doesn't need terraforming.

-If I might continue?
-Please!

Entanglement shells can also be a by-product
of trans-dimensional energy dispersal.

-By what?
-Teleportation. Aliens! I knew it!

-Lance was kidnapped by aliens?
-They've been kidnapping people for decades.

The question is, why Lance? And from where?

Mr Smith, can you pinpoint
the centre of the storm on Saturday?

Weather geo-stationary satellites
record every hour

and are unlikely to have registered
such a brief anomaly.

I will access a military satellite.

You shoot out people's sensors.

If you get hit, your gun goes down
and you lose a life.

You get 1 00 lives.
The person with the most lives left wins.

-Last man standing.
-I don't get the point.

Just wait until the adrenaline starts pumping.

Warriors of the future,
take your places.

Prepare to do battle! Show no mercy!

Take no prisoners! This is a fight for survival!

Only one can be the ultimate warrior!
Battle commences in 1 0 seconds.

-Have you brought me good stock?
-I wouldn't get your hopes up just yet.

Four, three, two, one!

-Take no prisoners!
-Commence combat!

This is animated data
from a NATO satellite covering Western Europe

taken on Saturday at 1 604 hours.

Run it again and slow it down.

People never really vanish without a trace.

You've just got to know where to look. Stop!

Show me what's right there, at the heart of it.

I know that place!
We were there earlier, me and Luke!

''Combat 3000.''

Move!

Luke!

Now!

Nice.
Cover me! Cover me!

Look out!

Go, Luke! I'll cover you!

Well, you're not such a mummy's boy
after all, are you?

Someone shows promise?

There's a couple of kids.
One of them is really something.

Really going for it.
It's like he's got something to prove.

I smell warrior blood. Mistress will be pleased.

I wouldn't bet your spaceship on it just yet.
Let's see if he makes it through Level 2.

Come on, Clyde. Yeah.

Hey, I won! And look, you came second!

-Beginner's luck. We should go again.
-I thought you said it was for kids.

It is, but it's all part of your education.
I'm not enjoying it.

-That's an impressive score.
-Clyde says it was beginner's luck,

but I've got better reflexes
and hand-to-eye coordination.

You do? Wow!
Well, you make one hell of a future warrior.

I'd be good at killing people
if the eventuality arose?

You don't get invited to many parties, do you?

I was showing him what to do.
He's Luke, which makes me Obi-Wan Kenobi.

-How's it going?
-Me and Mr Kudlak, he's the proprietor,

we run a special competition
for the more skilled competitors.

It's Level 2. Are you up for it?

-Yeah!
-Good.

Welcome to the unique gaming experience
that is Combat 3000.

Zap those Drones!

Hi. I'd like to book a party.
I've heard a lot about this place.

Apparently, it's the nuts.

Let's agree to never say that ever again.

-I wouldn't if I were you.
-I'm sorry?

For her, is it? I'd take her to see a film.

You don't want to come here, it's mental.

Used to be peaceful till Mr Grantham took over.

-Mr Grantham?
-Mm. Him and his partner, Mr Kudlak.

-Not that anybody ever sees him.
-Could I speak to him?

Do you know, it always seems to be raining
since they moved in.

My sister's offered me part-time
in the tanning salon

and I'm thinking, ''Well, you only live once.''

Why don't we just go through?
I can see you're busy.

Hey!

Welcome to the unique gaming experience...

CLYDE: See him? He does kickboxing.

She does athletics
and he's in the football A team.

This is wicked!
It's like Premier League for laser tag.

Guys! Well done for getting through to Level 2.

New arena, new objective.

You'll be split into four disbursement groups.
You'll access the arena from here, here and here.

When the first siren sounds, you break for cover.

When the second siren sounds,
the mission begins.

-Mission?
-The first soldier to make it through the door,

down the corridor and into this chamber,

will win their place in the world championships.

They have a laser tag world championships?

That's why I said it.
Now, this time, you don't get 1 00 lives.

-You get ten.
-Ten?

-Piece of cake.
-Do you think so?

A word of advice, son,
the ultimate warrior of the future

is always on guard for surprise attacks.

Seems like a good place to start.

The others are playing by the old rules.
If we work as a team, we'll have the advantage.

Like I said, piece of cake.

Grantham! Grantham!

-What are we looking for?
-You'll know.

-See what bubbles to the top.
-Does that mean you don't know?

-Not as such.
-Perhaps I can help.

Mr Grantham, I presume. Not Mr Kudlak.

I hear he likes to stay in the shadows.

Who are you and what are you doing in my office?

Sarah Jane Smith, journalist.

-Who's she?
-My work experience girl.

It was either this or putting up scaffolding.

I'm doing a story on laser games
and their effect on aggression levels.

No comment. Now get out!

Any comment on Lance Metcalf?
The boy that disappeared three days ago?

Twenty-four children have disappeared.

Manchester, Brighton, Leeds, Inverness.
All cities where there's a Combat 3000.

Every time, in the middle of a freak storm.
Still no comment, Mr Grantham?

Do you know why people come to Combat 3000?

They come for the guns.

A soldier that fights alone, dies alone.
These two will do, Mistress.

Good, Kudlak. Send them to me!

In the name of the Emperor,
it shall be done, Mistress.

Okay, that's it.
The door to the world championships.

-How many lives do you have left?
-Six. You?

Four. I think we're well ahead of the opposition.
Are you ready?

Remember what the manager said.
Be ready for a surprise attack.

I'm ready to rock. I'm ready to roll.

Move!

This isn't the first time
I've had a gun pointed at me.

And guns from other planets.
I'm afraid I've rather lost count.

Will you die happy if I tell you
that I'm impressed?

I'll die happy when I get Lance Metcalf
and the other 2 3 children

back to their parents safe and well.

Don't worry about them.
Children adore war games.

-It's raining.
-They're powering up the teleporter.

Get rid of them, Grantham! Now!

Don't you have any conscience, Mr Grantham?

Let me tell you about conscience.

A conscience is like a stone in your shoe.

You cannot begin to imagine the relief
once you get rid of it.

-Goodbye, Miss Smith.
-Just a moment, please.

Bit of lippy. Last request.

Come on! We have to find that transporter
and shut it down.

-Do we get like a trophy or something?
-I don't know.

But I'm thinking this is kind of weird.

Come on, it's just a game.

What exactly does a matter transporter look like?

Look, it's Luke and Clyde!

What's going on?

-No!
-Be proud of them.

-Where have you sent them? Where?
-Into darkness.

Looks like things
are finally picking up round here.

You're a disgrace to your own species.

Kids from all over must be missing.

I doubt that men like you fare well in prison.

What's with all this warrior stuff?
All we did was win a game.

-Yeah, we rock.
-It's not Kudlak that calls all the shots.

Whatever's going on has nothing to do with us.

-Prepare the recruits for transportation.
-Yes, Mistress.

-Kudlak doesn't see it like that.
-I'll be back, Mr Grantham. I'll be back.

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