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(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

(GRAVELLY VOICE): There's a new scent in the dark. Listen.

Warming, pulsing, racing blood.

Ratkin.

Ratkin!

Ratkin!

Beetles and bluebottles.

GWENDOLINE: It's one of my favourites in the whole collection.

It's from Java.

Java?

The Reverend Ernest Matthews will be leaving for Java soon.

Perhaps he'll see my father.

Your father, is he there?

Uncle Josiah sent him there after he saw what was in the cellar.

(GRAVELLY VOICE): Fetch Ratkin nearer.

Fetch... Ratkin... Nearer...

(GRUNTING)

(GHASTLY WAILING)

Get back! Back!

- Are you hurt, Ace? - They don't like the flame, do they?

(GRAVELLY VOICE): Door must open!

We must leave the chamber now.

(GRAVELLY VOICE): Open door! Quickly! Quickly!

It's getting out! Oh, give me that!

Just stay calm! Follow me into the tunnel!

While we have the lamp, we're safe.

(GRAVELLY VOICE): No more lamp.

(GROWLING)

- Stop Ratkin! - ACE: I'll sort you lot out!

- Josiah! Where's Ace? - How should I know?

Have you considered my offer, Doctor?

What, to murder your enemy? I'm not your pet executioner. Ace is in trouble.

Be careful, Doctor. To cross me could be a serious error.

Miss Ace has already retired to bed, sir.

- Come, I will show you. - Here, Doctor, to light you to bed.

- Sleep well. Goodnight. - Goodnight, sleep tight.

Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire, otherwise known as Java.

Well, not tonight, Josiah-phine!

Your puppet show doesn't fool me.

Sorry to spoil your big game hunt. But Ace needs my

help.

- Let us go or I'll smash it! - Give it to me!

- You are profaning the Temple of Light! - (WAILING)

I'll profane you in a minute.

And shut that thing up!

- You are afraid and do not understand. - (GRUNTS)

The sleeping one must not be woken!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(HISSING)

(PULSING)

(ALARM BLARING)

The fool! What's it done?

Right, Josiah. Let's go down the rabbit hole. Get that Lift!

Open those doors! Quickly!

Steam power!

Oi, Tarzan!

Nimrod! What's happened?

Nimrod!

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

- Light. - At the end of tunnel. Get a move on!

Ace?

Doctor, where have you been?

Where haven't I been! Ha! I came as quick as I could.

What have you done to my observatory?

Get off! It's what it nearly did to me.

- Ace, you haven't been tampering? - It was an accident.

- All my work could be ruined! - That's my girl.

Oh, come on, Professor, let's get out of this madhouse.

No, keep him covered.

- But this is a... - Shh!

Move it, you.

(SOBBING)

Why did Father go to Java and leave me?

And where is Mama?

I try and try, but I can't understand.

That is a wicked thing to say. Wicked.

Your mother would be ashamed if she could hear you.

Sitting there dressed like a music hall trollop!

It's this Doctor, filling your head with his ideas.

(MACHINE HUMS)

(STEAM HISSING)

Don't try anything.

Ah! Not a patch on the Flying Scotsman.

JOSIAH: Nimrod, get up, you fool! It's got to be stopped!

- Better not to move him. - He fell against that thing.

And disturbed whatever's hibernating inside.

Don't touch it!

You're scared of it, too, just like the others.

Because you know what's in there, don't you, Josiah?

There's an energy escape. I must stop it.

Oh, don't worry, I always leave things till the last moment.

These husks, old cast-offs of yours, I take it?

- They attacked Nimrod and me. - You're insane! If the membrane is broken...

Yes?

What?

- DOCTOR: Genetic codes. - ACE: DNA?

DOCTOR: You've done a lot of exploring in here, haven't you, Josiah?

ACE: This is a stone spaceship.

Yes. And the real owner won't be pleased when it wakes up.

I am the real owner.

(SCOFFS) Oh, no, you're not. You're just part of the cargo.

You're so smug and self-satisfied, Doctor.

- I try. - Drop it.

I'm not a simpleton. That device is a radiation detector, not a gun.

You're going to help me stabilise the energy loss

or most of southern England goes up in a firestorm.

(GRAVELLY VOICE): Make me free.

Drive in the crystal rods when I instruct you.

After this, I'll get a job at Sellafield. It'll be safer. (CHUCKLES)

- Just do what I do when I do it. - Hmm, very helpful.

Lower the first rod.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Skeletons in cupboard. Husks in the cellar.

- Bats in the belfry. - Do it!

Now, now, don't shout.

You'll never evolve into a nice Victorian gentleman if you shout.

- Did those husks really used to be him? - Yes.

- Not much improvement on the reptile, is he? - (BOTH LAUGH)

- Do it now! - Now!

(WAILING IN AGONY)

Well, I think congratulations are in order.

Congratulations? Maybe not.

- Professor, the husks! - (GRAVELLY VOICE): Give me freeness.

- (GASPS) - (SHOUTING)

- (GRAVELLY VOICE): I want freeness. - Quick, get up.

- Move! Move! - (JOSIAH WHIMPERING)

(GRAVELLY VOICE): Control needs freeness now.

- ACE: Wait, Doctor! - CONTROL: Help me be like you.

- Look out! - Give me my freeness!

Ah! How do you do? I'm the Doctor. This is my friend, Ace.

Just call me Ratkin.

CONTROL: Agh, poor Control! No way out! No escaping!

- No hoping. - Don't listen to it.

- It's a depraved monstrosity! - (CONTROL WAILING)

Depraved or deprived?

There, there, Control. There, there.

Now, which of you is the Jekyll and which is the Hyde?

CONTROL: Spare a farthing, guvnor. Pity poor Control.

Locked away. All on lone.

Fiend!

(CONTROL WAILS)

They're coming.

(WHISPERING) It's almost first light.

- ACE: He's getting weaker. - DOCTOR: It's been a hard day's night.

He's evolving again into his next stage.

(JOSIAH GRUNTS)

I've sealed the lower observatory. Let Control rot down there!

You are ill, sir.

JOSIAH: It's getting light. Secure the house.

I must change.

Take him to the upper observatory.

Uncle!

We won't see them till nightfall.

Shouldn't we follow them? What about Josiah?

He sounded a little husky.

ACE: Ha, ha, you mean he's changing into one of those things.

(DOCTOR CHUCKLES) Yes.

(JOSIAH COUGHING)

So, here you are at last.

Haven't I been kept waiting long enough?

Reverend Matthews... (COUGHS)

I perceive you are a sick man, sir.

Divine retribution for your blasphemy, perhaps.

It will pass.

And so will your unholy theories of evolution.

(LAUGHS) It's a complete absurdity that the line of my ancestors

could be traced back to a protoplasmic globule.

Please, go on.

Ah.

Man has been the same, sir, since he stood in the Garden of Eden,

and he was never, ever a chattering, gibbering ape.

(JOSIAH LAUGHS CROAKILY)

(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

What are you laughing at? Devil take you, why are you laughing?

Can Nimrod be woken now?

Oh, don't rush me, Gwendoline.

The sun has got its hat on.

And we've got all day before Uncle Josiah dare show his face.

Professor, Josiah's lucifugous.

- Yes, and he doesn't like light either. - (BOTH CHUCKLE)

What about the spaceship in the cellar? It's knackered, isn't it?

Yes. I fixed it.

Uncle Josiah knows as much about its secrets

as a hamburger knows about the Amazon desert.

Sounds a bit like you and the TARDIS.

Light!

- (DOOR SLAMS SHUT) - Let her go.

- Come on, Ace. We've only just started. - Oh.

Now, there's one thing you haven't told me.

What was it that frightened you so much

when you entered this house in 100 years' time?

Gwendoline...

Come here, dear child.

Are you unwell, Uncle?

Only sick at heart, my dear.

Soon I shall restore the blighted British Empire to its full power and vigour.

You're no better than animals. (GIBBERING)

The Reverend makes such a tedious toy, don't you think?

- Dear Uncle. - (JOSIAH CHUCKLES)

- We're so glad he has to go. - And where is he going?

To Java!

(CACKLING)

DOCTOR: Time to call out the constabulary.

Now, Inspector, perhaps you can assist us with our enquiries.

(CURTAIN RODS RATTLING)

- Hello? - The Doctor said you'd be fair famished

when you woke up.

So, here's scrambled egg, hot buttered toast, kedgeree, kidney, sausage and bacon.

Cholesterol city!

Oh, no, dear. Perivale village.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Properly exhausted you were when I put you to bed.

Oh, yes, and there's a message.

"Would you join the Doctor and the police gentleman in the drawing room?"

- Police? - It's high time they were called.

I've said as much to my husband, Mr Grose.

No, I think I'll give that a miss, actually.

I wanna have a walk around Perivale village before lunch.

- Is there a blacksmith on the village green? - Mercy me, no, dearie.

There's only seven houses.

Besides, you've missed lunch. Why, it must be all of 5:00 by now.

- What! - Yes.

Almost evening. Now we must hurry.

No one in their right mind stays in this house after dark.

Snap out of it, Nimrod. If I didn't know better, I'd say this was deliberate.

Ten minutes was all it took

to wake up the most sophisticated, civilised police inspector.

Ah!

(CHEWING) You say this house is owned by Josiah Samuel Smith.

I didn't say "owned”, I said "inhabited".

Oh, and where is he? This whole house is deserted.

He will appear.

I suppose this must be the manservant.

Nasty-looking customer. Must be a foreigner.

- DOCTOR: Neanderthal. - Ah, gypsy blood. I can see it in him.

Lazy workers. What's this one playing up over?

- Oh. Beg your pardon. - He's mesmerised.

Aye, no self-control, these Mediterraneans. Too excitable.

Nasty tempers, too.

Yes, especially when roused.

(GRUNTING)

Control... Be free to change.

Since I awoke you, you have consumed three English breakfasts,

two elevenses and one four-course meal.

Why don't you go get Mrs Grose to make you some afternoon tea?

She's hiding facts from me. And so are you.

And if you don't tell me where the rest of the household is,

I shall arrest you for obstructing my enquiries.

Professor, you could have woken me sooner.

This is Inspector Mackenzie from Scotland Yard.

He was sent here in 1881

to investigate the disappearance of the owner, Sir George Pritchard.

But that was two years ago.

Yes, he's been in Josiah's cupboard ever since.

Preserved. Hypnotised. (WHISPERS) Humour him.

- Preserved? - Inspector, this is my friend, Ace.

- Hello. All right? - I like the dress.

Perhaps you can tell me where Lady Pritchard is, Miss?

Oh, you mean the old bag, the housekeeper?

I gather you live in Perivale village?

I'll be moving to the area sometime.

- How's Tarzan? - Still no change.

Still out like a light.

Light!

(HEAVY BREATHING)

DOCTOR: The fang of the cave bear calls you, Nimrod. Tell me your tale.

At the season when the ice flood swamped the pasture lands,

we herded the mammoth sunwards to find new grazing.

Tricky things, mammoths.

The wise men cast bones to make hunting magic

and spoke with the voice of the Burning One.

- Is this a race memory? - No, these are his own experiences.

Now the wild world is lost in a desert of smoke and straight lines.

- There is smoke thickening. - (CONTROL GASPS)

But light will return.

CONTROL: Light will return.

This madhouse needs one more good going over.

Good idea. But try and be back by six.

- Professor, look. - Yes.

- Why? - Around here,

the forces of darkness don't wait until midnight to appear.

- (WHISPERING) Professor. - I know.

- I thought the lift was broken. - I mended it.

(LOUDLY) It's very clever, climbing up the lift shaft,

but I had hoped the Control creature might bring something with it,

and for that it will need the lift.

Professor! What's going on?

- Professor? - Quiet.

Josiah Samuel Smith and Control are frightened of it.

Redvers Fenn-Cooper saw it and lost his mind.

- Nimrod, he worships it. - Let there be light?

It's asleep down there in its spaceship,

and Josiah doesn't want it awoken.

Well, maybe that's a good idea.

Maybe it should be left alone. Professor, just this once.

It's very, very old, perhaps even older.

- Just one chat. - Professor.

- Where's Nimrod? - Gone to see a man about a god.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

- Ugh! They're alive! - Yes.

Things are hotting up quicker than I anticipated.

Quick! Run and get Inspector Mackenzie.

Redvers knew the relief column would arrive.

Excuse me, sir, but you speak with the wildness of the old world.

Is it appropriate to seek your wisdom?

You won't get far without good supplies. Baggage animals, porters.

The one I serve, sir, the Burning One, is waking.

What should I do?

You must hunt the dark continent, seek out what you desire.

But be warned, you may find it.

I must free you from your bond, sir.

The Doctor did that hours ago.

CONTROL: Light angry, burning angry. But not at poor Control.

Control going showing Light way up.

Then Control on way up, too!

Ahhh!

(RATTLING DOORHANDLE)

(BIRD SCREECHES)

- Inspector? - Oh!

Found anything?

Nothing. This place has more locked doors than Reading Gaol.

(DOOR CREAKING)

All civilisation starts with hunting and foraging.

Oh, don't worry. You'll soon work your way up.

You must excuse me. Things are getting out of control.

MACKENZIE: No one up here either.

Josiah.

Disgusting object. What is it?

It's what's left of Josiah Smith. It's just a husk!

- I think we should get out of here. - Nonsense, young lady.

That thing isn't dangerous.

- Lady Pritchard. - Lady?

Sir George's wife.

Gwendoline.

She's their daughter, isn't she?

What's happening in this house?

They're just toys.

They're just Josiah's toys.

"Homo Victorianus Ineptus."

Oh, no. I don't want to see.

Reverend Matthews.

I think I'm going to throw up.

Nimrod, where's Ace?

I have not seen her, Doctor.

I must seek the truth from the Burning One.

Stick around, I'll save you a trip.

Can you summon it, then?

Let's just say I've made a deal with its agent.

(LIFT CLANKING)

That'll be them now.

Where's Ace got to?

It's not dark yet, but I don't want Josiah to miss the show.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Let's get out of here. Quickly!

(MACKENZIE GASPS)

Let go of her!

- (ACE SCREAMS) - I am a police officer.

You will do as I tell you!

- ACE: Let go! - Let go of me.

Josiah!

- (CHUCKLING) - Stitch this, Dracula.

I no longer need to crouch in shadows, young lady.

(GROANING)

You're no gentleman.

Scratch the Victorian veneer,

and something nasty will come crawling out.

Your beloved Doctor thought to get the better of me,

but I'll see him squirming yet.

Bring her!

Let go of me! I am a police officer. You will do as I say!

- (CHIMING CONTINUES) - That's quite enough of that.

Doctor, you are as powerful as you are wise.

Cut the homespun twaddle, Nimrod.

It's not wise.

I've lit a blue touch paper and found there's nowhere to retire to.

Ladies, I do hope you enjoy indoor fireworks.

- The Burning One is coming. - Mmm.

I'd stand back from that Lift, Nimrod, if I were you.

To catch a wolf, I may have unleashed a tiger.

Doctor, what are you doing? Stop the lift!

Ah, Josiah. (CHUCKLES)

So you finally evolved into a Victorian. How quaint.

- And, Ace, you've made it in time. - Sorry, Professor.

Oh, don't apologise. Come and meet Josiah's new guest.

Nimrod, stop the Lift! Stop it!

Much too late for that. It's now time to shed a little light on your plans.

- Hold him. - Doctor!

Don't worry, Ace.

You've made a pact with that creature?

You don't know what you're doing.

No, but I'm about to find out.

You can come out now. We're all waiting.

Control, quintessence of wickedness.

Corruption incarnate!

Thank you for trusting me, Control.

My half greeingment done.

You desiring, in the darkness you shall find it!

Don't let it out!

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Too late!

Light?

(SCREAMS)