All language subtitles for Doctor.Who.2005.S10E04

Hey!

Hey.

- So, Felicity...
- Hi.

- Harry.
- Hello.

- Pavel. And Paul.
- Hi.

Everyone, this is Bill,
your new housemate.

Be nice.

Six bedrooms?

I've got audio equipment,
so some extra space would be good.

I'd quite like underfloor heating.

This is bedroom five.

It hasn't got a door.

Er, bedroom six is just through there.

As you can see, this offers more space.

What do other people do?

- Other people have money.
- Forgive me, but...

Are you looking for somewhere to live?

Oh, wow!

Oh, mate, check the tower!

I'm afraid the tower is unsafe.

Bill, look at it!

Yeah, but why is it so cheap?

This place is great. The rooms are huge!

Can I move in tonight?
My hosts are kicking me out.

Yes. Yes, of course.
So, you'll sign the contract?

- Yes!
- Yea h, of course!

Bill?

Wicked.

What? No, no. No, no. Stop!

Stop!

Three... Two...

One.

That's all you've got?

I thought you'd have loads.

Thanks for helping, yeah?

You should hire this out.

Like a removal service.

Removals? Bill, I'm a Time Lord.

- "Time Lord"? What's that? Your job?
- No, it's my, er...

People. My species.

Doesn't sound like a species.
Sounds posh, like...

"Yes, my lord." Doff my cap.

Oh, well, that's why I gave it up.
Ran away.

Time Lords. That's hilarious.

Do you wear robes and big hats?

No, er, big collars mostly.

- Do you want the postcode?
- Sorry?

To find the house.

Bill, the TARDIS uses multi-dimensional
space-time coordinates.

So you know where it is?

Okay, right, put the postcode in here.

- I saw the bedroom. Do you sleep here?
- If I need to.

- Done?
- Yeah.

"If I need to." What does that mean?

- Sleep's for tortoises.
- Not "Time Lords"?

No. Unless we've regenerated,
or had a big lunch.

Regenerated?

Oh, the questions.
The questions, the questions.

Just remember "Time Lords."
That's enough for now.

- Oh, here we are.
- Ah!

Oh, I'll use the TARDIS.
Take it all to your room.

Firstly, I don't know
which one my room is.

And secondly, that's weird.
And I want to make a good impression.

It's cool. I'lljust get everything
out of the TARDIS and then you can go.

Thanks for the lift, though. Bye.

That's your house?

Sharing, yeah. Six of us. Renting.

I thought you were students.

Yeah. I was like, "What's the catch?"

But actually, it's fine.
Just a bit draughty.

Draughty?

I meant draughty inside.

Interesting. I'll help you in.

No, no. No, it's fine.

You really don't have to. It's like...

- Really not a problem.
- No, wait, honestly.

Um, if you just...

If you can just go
and do history or whatever.

Hey! Where have you been? I thought...
Ah! You're the Doctor?

Yes, hi. Can I get past?

Oh, yeah. He's just helping

- with the move.
- Helping?

- He's just my...
- Friend.

- Granddad.
- Wait, I don't look old enough...

To hold that box for very long.

There. Me.

How exciting is this?

Oh, wow! Doctor! Legend!

- He's my granddad.
- Oh, come on.

Father, at least, please.

All right. Grandfather.

You really can go now, though.

Thanks for the help. job done.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

He's your granddad? That's awesome.
Mine went greypacking

on the Great Wall of China
with his boyfriend,

but they got arrested
for trying to steal a bit.

- A bit of what?
- Of the wall.

Okay-

- You want a hand?
- Er, yeah.

Thanks.

Keep thinking there's gonna be
one of those bookcases

that you pull special books,

- and it's a secret passage.
- Yeah?

Spooky,

Thanks.

Met Pavel on my first day.

Often does this.
Sits in his room for days.

Says it gets him in the zone.

All these lot are empty.

Yeah, this is nice.

I picked my room
before I'd even seen up here.

Thought you wanted the tower.

Yeah, I wish. Can't find a way in.

There's a freshers' party
in the park tonight.

This lot aren't interested,
but could be fun.

Or not. Er...

But either way, I was saying
we should throw our own party, you know.

Pop up. Freestyle. Boom!

Yeah, sounds good.

- See you later, then.
- Sure.

Here you go, Mum. My own place.

You proud?

Thanks.

Stop it.

There's no living puddles or...

Weird robots, big fish.

It's just a new house.

And people you don't know.

Not scary at all.

I always get nervous
when there's no reception,

like something bad's going to happen.

- We'll have to get a landline.
- Landline? What is this, Scotland?

Actually,

I was unpacking just now
and heard this... Tapping?

Little footsteps?

- Like, in the room above.
- What?

Ooh...

Maybe it's a little doll
who's come to life.

Or maybe a massive, freaky spider.

- Probably just a mouse.
- Yeah, we know. just messing with her.

Mice. If there's mice, I'm leaving.

What's that?

- Pavel?
- Pavel's upstairs.

- Paul, go and have a look.
- Why me?

You're physically the biggest.

And the most expendable.

It's in the kitchen.

It's all right. I'll go.

Maybe it's just the central heating.

- There isn't any.
- I thought...

He'd gone home. Me, too.

Isn't any what?

Central heating.

I've been looking around,
inside and out.

Very interesting. Lots of wood.

Er, why are you still here?

Do you know what that is?

That's an oil-burning heater.
You might need it.

There's no washing machine either.
The hob is from the '30s.

- Thanks so much.
- The power sockets

will not take your devices.

Oh, I thought it was just my room.

No, no, no. They are out of date.

What's that smell?

- Is that Chinese food? I love Chinese.
- Doctor!

There might be a few old things,

but it just needs updating.

It's not like there's some
massive mystery going on.

Did you hear the trees creaking
outside when we arrived?

Yeah, it was the wind.

There wasn't any wind.

You should find another house.

I don't think so.

The rooms are really big.

Exactly, and it's still the best place
for the money.

I'll just call the landlord
and sort it out.

You can't. No reception.

Okay, so I'll go down the hill... Oh.

Aye.

Didn't hear you come in.

For a man such as myself,
discretion is second nature.

So, a gathering. You're all here.

No, except one...

- Pavel's upstairs.
- And one in addition.

He's the Doctor.

- Doctor?
- Oh, he's... He's my grandfather.

- What, assisting with the relocation?
- That's right, yeah.

It's a heart-breaking experience,

to leave one's charge behind
all alone in the big wide world.

Indeed, yes.

You got children?

I... Yes. A daughter.

But I'm most fortunate
she's still under my protection.

So long as that's the case,
I'm most content.

So, now, I was calling to see
if everything's satisfactory.

Actually, there are a few things.

Yes, I see. Go on.

- No central heating.
- Power sockets are wrong.

- And a landline.
- Some new furniture.

- Curtains, carpets.
- Have you got a cat?

A cat?

Er, yeah.

Harry said that he heard
some noise upstairs,

like walking around.

No cats. No pets.

You understand I won't be able
to do any of this tonight,

but as soon as possible, yes.

Knock on wood, do what I can.

That's another thing.
The house is really creaky.

Everything you touch, it's like...

It's unavoidable, my dear.

- How do you get into the tower?
- You don't.

The tower is specifically excluded
from the terms of our agreement.

Oh, right. Well, thank you.

No tower. Got it.

Right.

- Oh, er, are you staying here tonight?
- Yeah.

Er, no, he's not.

- Well, I'm not sure.
- There's no reason to.

- I probably will.
- There isn't a bed, so...

All right.

Sorry, excuse me. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Who, um... Who's the prime minister?

I beg your pardon?

- Margaret Thatcher, Harriet Jones?
- Oh, come on.

Wilson? Eden?

I think it's better to leave your
granddaughter here with her friends.

They seem respectable.
And I'll keep an eye, of course.

I'll attend to your requirements
in the morning.

In the meantime, sleep well.

I take it back. You're fine. He's weird.

Ah, the washing machine.

That's weird.

He's not there.

That's it. That's the noise I heard.

Fascinating.

It's just pipes. I'm going to bed.

Yeah, I might go up as well.

Me, too. Locking my door though.

Er, Grandfather?

Hello? Yeah.

- Perhaps you'd leave now?
- No, I'm fine.

Well, at least, erm, go and sleep.

Outside, in the car.

- Are you two tired?
- Well, I...

Good. No, I'm gonna hang about
with Simon.

- Harry. Felicity.
- Florence.

- Yeah, why?
- Well, we're gonna chill. Yeah?

Yeah. Okay, yes!

- Put some tunes on, yes?
- Yes!

- All right.
- I'm good at making friends.

- Give me your phone.
- But why? There's no reception.

Phone.

- I love this.
- Do you know who this is?

Do I know who this is?
Yes, I know who this is.

Yeah, it's Spotify,
so it's probably random.

- Mix...
- You like Little Mix?

Oh, clearly she does.
Look, there's a whole playlist here.

- What else have you got on this?
- Can I have a word, please?

Honestly, Doctor,
there's nothing going on.

Nothing weird, nothing alien.

Just an old house and a dodgy landlord,
which is pretty standard for students.

I'll see you later
for more exciting TARDIS action,

but basically, this is the bit
of my life that you're not in.

Do you know what I mean?

- I know what you mean.
- Thanks.

So, up the wooden hill you go.

- Sleep well.
- Okay.

Maybe, before you do,
you should check on your friend

who hasn't been seen for a day

and who has strange music
coming out of his room.

- They say he just does that.
- Nobody just does anything.

- You're not leaving, are you?
- No.

Your friend will probably be fine.

Knock on wood.

We need to have a talk
about your taste in music.

You comin' up?

Yeah.

Oh, this freaky Scooby Doo house!

- Er, well...
- Ooh...

If you get scared in the night,
you know where I am. Yeah?

- What?
- Just if you need any of my help,

- or whatever, you know?
- Yeah, erm...

I get that you're into me, but, erm...

Sorry, you're not my type.

Just, erm, I tend to go for girls,
usually, so...

Oh... Oh, right!

I was never in with a chance. Awesome.

Jeez, stop!

This is what I'm talking about.

This stuff really freaks you out,
doesn't it?

No! It's just annoying.

- Oh.
- Go to bed!

Sure.

See you in the morning.

Night, then.

Why didn't you get a room next to me,
like we said?

What? I dunno.

- Doesn't mean anything.
- I'm not cool enough, is that it?

No! Shut up! These are my mates, too.

Paul, not funny.

Do you fancy him?

No, who? Paul? Why? No.

Hey, it's not funny!

Paul?

Are you okay?

Mate?

Come on, we got the joke.

- All rig ht.
- See?

He's fine. Okay. See you in the morning.

What?

Er, what's going on?

Paul?

Ah, we should get the Doctor.

Why? What's he gonna do? Lecture?

Just a normal day. just a normal day...

Up.

Do you like this music, Doctor?

Reminds me of Quincy Jones.

I stepped in for him once.

The bassist he'd hired turned out to be
a Klarj neon death voc bot.

What was worse, he couldn't play.

This is very interesting.

- The door?
- Because it isn't.

- Isn't...
- A door. Any more.

Try to open it.

Come on.

Shireen did it a minute ago.

- So, it's locked?
- No. Look.

It's completely sealed.

I don't understand.

- The shutters!
- What about them?

Closed by themselves.

Sealed.

So, we're trapped.

Maybe that's the idea.

What do you mean?

What's that?

No, no, no. There's something in here.

- I can't be trapped! I can't!
- Wait!

- Don't go out there!
- I can't be trapped!

Great. Now we're stuck here.

Why did you try and stop her?

Listen!

Police. Call the police. Call...

What's happened to her?

What's going on?

Do you think it's like she said?
A thing?

Maybe.

And so, is it out there now, or in here?

- Or both.
- I'm scared.

- Don't be.
- Why not?

It doesn't help.

Who's there?

- God.
- Pavel!

Pavel...

Do you think he can hear us?

It'll be okay.

Is this what happened to Paul?

- Do we call an ambulance?
- There's no reception.

Shireen, sort the record out.

Oh, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Is it something to do with the music?

Did someone do this to you?

I have no desire to intrude...

But I felt there was a problem.

How did you get up here?
It's sealed shut.

Music can be pleasant,
but a simple repetition like that,

it's merely a distraction
from the inevitable.

Hope is its own form of cruelty.

Pavel! No, wait, put it back!

Oh, look.

He's released.

Mercy at last.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Nature contained.

He's preserved in the walls,

in the very fabric
of the building, forever.

So, the house is eating people?

We must all pay our dues.

- But not you?
- Correct!

I am the exception.

For I am your landlord.

You came here, you signed the contract.

And now...

It's time to pay.

Go.

What's that noise?

That tower,
it was at the back of the building.

Logically, the door should be
at the end of this corridor.

Look for a way in.

Indiana Jones, come on.

Yes, the tower.

What if something has got into the wood?

Into the laths, behind the plaster,

into the very fabric of the house.

Wood nymphs.

Tree spirits.

Dryads.

Anything's possible.

Doctor, what are you doing?

We need to get out, call the police.

Who's there?

Doctor, you're provoking it.

It's getting louder.

Wake up! Wake up! Out you come!

Oh!

I was expecting something
quite different.

You know, like a gaseous creature
or microscopic...

Did you see it move through the wood?

Interacting at a cellular level.
This must be alien.

Got to be alien.
What are you doing here?

On your holidays?

- Harry, get a matchbox.
- A matchbox?

All right, a shoe box...
Don't let it get away!

What do you mean "alien"?

- Oh, little one!
- Doctor...

Oh, it can move fast.
Come on, where's that box?

- Doctor!
- What?

Ah!

Now, this starts to make sense.
Yes, dryads, indeed.

We need to get out.

We can't.

Hey, in here!

What's the point
of hiding in a cupboard?

It's not a cupboard.

What are they?

Look like insects,

but you're saying
they can shut doors, trap us.

They're not just in the wood.
They're becoming the wood itself.

Total infestation.

Infestation of the dryads.

You're talking like
you've seen things like this before.

- No, actually.
- You said they were alien.

Well, they could be
native to this planet,

but I've never seen them before.
Have you?

And that's what they're called?
"Dryads"?

Well, that's what I'm calling them, yes.

You've gone crazy.

Well, I can't just call them
lice, can I?

There's something behind there.

Father?

Is that you?

Maybe it belonged to a family
that used to live here?

Harry, there's six boxes.

Tenancy agreement. Same as ours.

Six signatures.

Jake Christie, Annie Wren,
Jonathan Frost.

- What's the date?
- Er, 1997.

Sarah Tiller, Mark Hopethorne,
Carl Richards.

They move in, relax...

Go to their rooms.

Then panic.

Infestation.

Doctor.

1977.

1957. Every 20 years.

There's something coming.

Good.

Christie.

Wren, Frost, Tiller,
Hopethorne, Richards...

Fine young men and women.

As were all the others.

- Where are they?
- In the house.

What? Where? We haven't seen 'em.

He means, they're in the house.

The wood, Harry.

Don't think I haven't considered
the consequences, Doctor.

So, why do it?

My daughter was dying.

What are you talking about?

Nothing could be done.

Until these creatures saved her.

We'd do anything to protect them.

Your daughter, she's here.
She's in the house, isn't she?

Indeed.

And she must survive.

Well, we have to get out!

Harry, stay with me!

Come back, Harry!

Come back!

Ah! Doctor!

Get him out!

God rest his soul.

Bill! Is Bill all right?

I'd be more concerned
for yourself, Doctor.

Your advanced age
means you have less energy,

less matter.

But they will take what they can get.

The insects
are keeping your daughter alive.

How does that work?

Come on, call these off.
Maybe I could help.

I'm a doctor.

Er, are you okay?

I haven't had visitors
in such a long time.

My name is Eliza.

- I'm Bill. This is Shireen.
- Hey.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Bill...

What?

You've got something just... just there.

I'm a celebrity,
get me out of here, yeah?

Bill...

Cockroaches.

Had 'em on my gap year in Morocco.
No problem. Let's go.

Shireen...

Oh, no... Oh, no!

It's in my foot!

Shireen!

I don't understand. She's...

It's upsetting you. I understand.

But Father says we have to survive.

Eliza, do not fear this man.

He says he might be able
to make you well.

Bill, how are you?

Yeah... Yeah, I'm okay. Er, Shireen...

- The lice.
- Yeah.

Harry, too.

Um, in brief, he's her dad.

He's been keeping her alive with
the bugs for about 70 years.

Your friends are the food.
I said that I could help.

Now, you must be Eliza.
How are you feeling? Rotten?

I am quite well.

Administer your treatment, Doctor.

Well, what's the medical history here?
What happened?

- Eliza, you were very ill. Yes?
- Yes.

The doctors had, um, given up on you.

But then, one day,
your father brings you a present.

Where did you find them?
What, on the roof? In the garden?

You find the insects,
you bring them into the house,

er, because you want
to show them to her.

Presumably, just to...

just to amuse her.

I mean,
you couldn't have known what they were.

Can you help her or not?

I am helping. This is me helping.

How did you find out
their unique abilities?

Did you bring them in here?
You brought them in here, right,

but what activated them?

You use a tuning fork now, but...

Pavel had that record on of a violin...

High-pitched sounds, yes.

Soothes her to sleep.

High-pitched sound.

You leave your daughter
alone for the night,

or so you believe.

The music wakes them. They set to work.

And in the morning,
you find her revitalised.

Just... Slightly wooden.

You realise there's a way
she can survive.

Enough!

Wait, Doctor, that doesn't make sense.

Can you not interrupt?
I'm doing my thing here.

Why would he pick up insects
in the garden

and bring them in
to see his ill daughter?

- Everyone loves insects.
- I don't.

They're fascinating.

Okay... Secondly, he's not wood.

- He's just like us.
- He's...

- Yes.
- So, if he's her father,

and she was preserved 70 years ago...

You...

No flies on you, Bill.

And no bugs in you.

I do not understand.

I forget, you see.

Your human lifespan, it's...
It's not long, is it?

Do not let them trouble you.

What do you remember of the past, Eliza?

My father...

He knows what's best.

Yes. The lice preserve the appearance

and the voice,
but not so much the memories.

- He's not your father, am I right?
- No!

Stop talking!

Father? What's the matter?

I don't understand.

Your father would have
had better things to do

than playing with insects in the garden.

But he isn't your father.

When you were ill,
he was sent out of the house

by the doctors

who were failing to save his mother.

His...

Mother?

Eliza, he's your son.

Your loving son.

My son?

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

When you saw
what the creatures had done,

you understood, didn't you?

The lice could keep your mother alive,

if you protected them,
tamed them, fed them.

If you could save the one
who brought you into this world,

wouldn't you?

Your silence is a confirmation.

I did what you told me
because I thought you knew best.

But I... I am your mother.

And you...

All these children you've taken...

You told me it was necessary,
that we had no choice.

That's right, it was.
It meant we could stay together.

Don't you understand? We were happy.

I kept our lives a secret,

and a secret we must remain.

You have brought her
nothing but misery.

And confusion!

You will be taken. Like the others!

Okay... Now's the time for the plan.

That was it, no plan.
Info dump then busk.

Well, start busking.

Eliza, people have died
and will continue to die

unless you stop all this right now.

How can I stop it?

You're the parent. You're in charge!

That's it.

Do what I say! I control you!

No.

It's me.

I control them.

Eliza, finish them now.

Take them or you'll die!

They'll destroy you!

What's the point of surviving
if you never see anyone,

if you hide yourself
away from the world?

When did you last open the shutters?

It's the freshers' party in the park.

Exactly.

New friends, fireworks.
That's what life should be.

I remember.

My son.

Leave my side at last.

Go and see the world.

No. I don't want to.

If you won't finish them,

I will!

My little boy.

This has to end.

No, we mustn't end.
We have to destroy them.

It's our time.

No, I... I don't want to.

No. No.

Thank you.

We've got to get out of here.

Is that...

Yes, your friend.
She's restoring them.

- I thought you were gone.
- Are you okay?

Me? Yeah, I'm fine.

- What about the others?
- Come on!

We need to get out! Now!

Wrong way! Wrong way! Wrong way!

Down goes the deposit.

Oh, man, that's our house.

Gone.

Right, you lot.
Back to the estate agent's.

Better luck next time.

Well, here he comes.

Are you being cheerful?
I'm against cheerful.

Bill told me you went on
a little adventure.

- You see?
- I see what?

Well, you don't have to go
to outer space to find monsters.

There's plenty of things want
to kill you right here on Earth.

Result.

Hmm. Actually, I'm not that hungry.

- Well, I am.
- Obviously.

Okay, you can take
the rest of the night off.

Go on, go and do whatever it is you do.

Actually, what do you do?
No. Never tell me that.

Yeah, I just want
to have a look at this.

Our friend inside's
been a little restive lately.

Erm, I can sort that out.

- No, it's all right. I don't mind.
- Good night, Nardole.

Right. Good night, sir.

See you in the morning.

A piano?

You've put a piano in there. Why?

Good night.

You don't learn, do you, sir?

Hey! Do you want dinner?
I've got Mexican.

Look...

I know you miss it all,
but I'm stuck here, too, you know.

We're both prisoners.

So, what do you say? Dinner?

And I've got a new story for you, too.

There's a haunted house
and woodlice from space.

And lots of young people get eaten.

I'm coming in.

Mining station. Chasm.

A forge. Crew of 40.

Hello?

Four survivors.

One distress call.

They were killed by their own suits.

That means there's 36 corpses
walking about this station.

If we want to keep breathing,

we have exactly one option.

None of us
have more than 3,000 breaths left.

Then stop wasting them.