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(OWL HOOTING)

(SNORING)

Hello?

Who's there?

(MRS RANDALL GASPS)

(VOICE TREMBLING)
The Nun! Help me!
She's here!

The Nun!

The Nun!

My nana and Mrs Randall
go way back.

She used to live next door
until her old fellow died.

Nana says there is no way
Mrs Randall sees things
or makes things up.

SARAH JANE: It's not just her
that's been scared
by this ghostly nun?

Other residents
have seen it, too?

CLYDE: Yeah, always at night,
in their rooms.

Nora Connelly saw her first.

She'd been to the loo.

Oh! Dreadful trouble
she has
with her waterworks.

Three or four times
every night.

She comes out of the bathroom,
and there she is.

The Nun.

By her chest of drawers.

-And what happened?
-Well,

she fainted clean away
like a schoolgirl.

No constitution at all.

MRS RANDALL: Surprised,
the amount of times
she's been married.

Since then,
most of us have seen her.

Them that's not too ga-ga
not to notice, anyways.

SARAH JANE: Well,
thank you for your help,
Mrs Randall.

So, um, will there
be a photographer?

You wouldn't think it,
but I was in
all the papers once.

Miss Ealing of 1951.

Well, it depends.
I have to talk
to the manager first.

While you do that,
I've got a few little jobs
for Clyde to do.

Your grandma
said you wouldn't mind.

(TV PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)

(DOOR OPENS)

-Um. Delicious.
-(DOOR CLOSES )

Oh! It's his own stupid fault.

If he hadn't been spending
so much time
in the flaming office,

then I wouldn't have even
bothered going
to salsa classes, would I?

-Salsa?
-Then Ivan gets the hump,

gets all possessive,
and the next thing I know

Carlos is
on the ballroom floor
with a bloody nose.

-Carlos?
-Hmm. My salsa teacher.

So Ivan's got the push,
has he?

Don't get your hopes up.

It's just a little nudge.

Just to let him know
what he stands to lose
if he doesn't sharpen up.

And you're planning
on staying here, are you?

Well, where else
am I gonna go?

It'll be like old times.

-Mum!
-Oh!

The Colonel won't believe us,
darling.
But who would?

Better to keep mum.

(GASPS)
Better that way. Ah!

-Oh. Are you all right?
-Oh. Yes, yes, yes.

Quite all right, thank you.

Are you, um,
one of the Colonel's chaps?

-The Colonel? No, I...
-I'm Bea Nelson-Stanley.

I'm looking for my husband,
the Professor.

He said to meet him
between the paws of the...

Oh, what do you call it,
the blessed thing,
em, the Sphinx.

-The Sphinx?
-Yes.

That's in Egypt.

You're the boy in the window.

My name's Luke.
We were visiting Mrs Randall.

She says this place
is haunted by a nun.

Have you seen her?

Yes, I have,
and she's no ghost.

There's something
different about you.

Oh, don't be afraid.

It's all right.
I've seen
unusual people before.

Perhaps you can help me.

I understand you're looking
for a good story,
Miss Smith.

Might I suggest
you try Westminster

for something rather
more newsworthy.

Well, you don't believe
Lavender Lawns is haunted,
then?

One of the old dears
has a nightmare.

She tells her friend
she's seen a ghost,

then, next thing,
what do you know?

They've all seen one.

It's hysteria, Miss Smith.

-It's as simple as that.
-Perhaps.

Or maybe
it's a cry for attention.

BEA: We have to be quick,
Luke.

In case anyone's watching.

-Who's watching?
-The...
Oh, for goodness' sake.

I have these gaps.
Um, hold this.

Oh!

I knew they might
find me one day.

But I couldn't
be parted from it.

Foolish old woman.

What is it?

Never you mind.

Just... Promise me,

you will not tell anyone
you have the talisman.

And whatever you do,
do not let her get it.

-Do not let her get it.
-Who?

Put it away.

And promise me!

I promise.

But who's after it?

Oh!

Do I know you?

What?

CHRISSIE:
Anything I can help with?

You and maths?
I don't think so.

At school the only figures
I was interested in

were fellows' phone numbers.

Maybe we can
do something together
after you've finished?

Go into town,
do some more maths
on my credit card?

I'd like to, Mum,
but I said I'd go over
Sarah Jane's later.

Sarah Jane's?
Maria, come on,
I'm your mum.

What are you doing
always off gallivanting

with those weirdos
over the road for?

Uh, Sarah Jane and Luke
aren't weirdos.

Well, it's weird how much time
you spend with her.

And there's something
about that boy.

I really hope
you don't fancy him.

I don't know what it is,
but he's just not right.

Well, you don't know
anything about them!

I'm your mum, Maria.
I'm just trying
to protect you.

I don't need you
to protect me.

Come on, darling,
every girl needs her mum.

(LAUGHS) Yeah,
how come you
walked out on me, then?

-Maria...
-Get out!

Get out!

(DOOR CLOSES)
(PENCIL BOX RATTLES)

Why is it old people
want you to do
everything for them?

Turn the mattress over.

Move things around
on the top shelf.

Take that spider out the bath.

I came here looking
for spooks, not jobs.

Everyone gets old, Clyde.
Even you.

Ah, no, not me.

Way technology's moving,
by the time I'm 40,

I can get my brain
put in a robot
and live forever.

Oh...
(SCOFFS)

-Where have you been?
-Just looking around.

Come on. Let's get going.

So what's the story, then?
Is this place haunted
or what?

I don't know.
But there's something
about it here I don't like.

What's the problem?

She doesn't like me seeing
Sarah Jane and Luke.

Like she knows
anything about them!

Oh, don't worry.
We'll be back to normal
in a few days.

You mean
she'll be back with Ivan.

If he doesn't see sense
and do a runner
while she's gone.

Doesn't it bother you?

Maria,

your mum and me...
You know that's all over.

Well, that's great for you,
isn't it?

Some solicitor
gives you a bit of paper
and it's all over!

But what good
is that to me, Dad?

She's always gonna be my mum!

I know that.
Of course she is, sweetheart.

Well, maybe I want her
to get to know my friends

so she doesn't think
they're weird any more.

And maybe I don't want her
to go back with Ivan.

But that's never
gonna happen, is it?

Because you've got
a bit of paper!

(DOOR BANGS SHUT)

I've come to see
Sister Helena.

Mr Smith, I need you!

(HISSING)

MR SMITH: Yes, Sarah Jane.

What can I do for you?

The Lavender Lawns Rest Home
is apparently
being haunted by a nun.

I need you to access
central land
registry database for me.

See if there's anything
to historically support
the possibility.

Of a haunting?

Just run the check, Mr Smith.

Very well.

Doesn't Mr Smith
believe in ghosts?

Not as such. And neither do I.

There is no record
of any past
ecclesiastical building

on the site of Lavender Lawns.

So no obvious reason
for the home to be haunted
by a nun, then?

I assume that by haunting

you mean the projection
of energies imprinted

on psychic-assimilating
matter.

-Obviously.
-Come again?

Events get recorded
on their surroundings,

then under certain
circumstances
they get played back.

Sarah Jane.

Are you aware that
Luke has brought
an unidentified element

of alien technology
into the attic?

What?

Whoa, Luke!

No way did that come off
the Shopping Channel.

Give it to me, Luke.

One of the residents,
Mrs Nelson-Stanley,
gave it to me.

And I had to keep it a secret.
Sorry.

Was that wrong?

I don't know.
Mr Smith, is it safe?

(WHIRRING)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

Insufficient data.

I'd like to carry out
a detailed analysis.

Do you mind?
There's a lot of sensitive
equipment in here.

Sorry.

So what's going on?

Some old biddy's
given Luke an alien gizmo.

She said the nun
wasn't a ghost

and now
it's looking for the talisman.

Well, I'd better go back
and talk to
Mrs Nelson-Stanley.

Do you want to come with me?

You two stay here.

But she gave it to me.

And I brought you in on this,
it's like, my case.

No arguments!

-Are you all right?
-(SIGHS) Mum's back.

It isn't like my Maria,
to go running off like this.

She never used
to be such a drama queen.

No, thank goodness.
That's another gene
she managed to give the slip.

She'll be over there,
won't she?
With that Sally Jane.

We all need a friend,
Chrissie.

You've got your salsa teacher.

Told you there's nothing
going on with Carlos.

I'm not stupid.
I've got too good a thing
going on with Ivan.

And you hadn't
with me and Maria?

Oh, look, Alan.
If you want to pick a fight

over dirty old laundry,
do it some other washday.

-I'm too worried
about our daughter.
-Oh, you're worried now?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means, why didn't you
stop and think

before you dumped yourself
on us today

like nothing had
ever happened?

It isn't your home, Chrissie.

You took our home apart
six months ago.

Showing up like that,
with your bags...

It has consequences.

And you're sure
it was the talisman?

Absolutely.
I saw her give it to the boy.

Why would she give it
to the boy unless she knew
we were looking for it?

You told us she barely
knows her own name.

I know where you can find him.

All the same, we have paid you
well for your assistance,
Mrs Gribbins,

but this just complicates
everything.

The Abbess
will want to see you.

The Abbess?

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

Ahem!

(MRS GRIBBINS SCREAMING)

Poor Bea, she can't really
tell you anything, Miss Smith.

It's the Alzheimer's,
you know.

Such a tragedy
after the life she led.

She's been everywhere.

Was this her husband?

Archaeologist,
so the nurses reckon.

They went all over
the world together.

What happened to him?

He died about five years ago.

Bea started to lose it
after that.

That's when
she washed up here.

The talisman!

Talisman?
I thought you wanted to

talk to her about the ghost.

Bea, you've got visitors.

Do I know you?

I'm sorry, these days
I'm not very good with faces.

MRS RANDALL:
This is Miss Sarah Jane Smith.

She's a reporter.

Oh! Oh, well, it's my husband
you want to talk to, then.

No, it's you
I need to talk to, Bea.

Can you tell me
where you got this talisman?

-Oh, that's my Edgar.
-Your husband?

Yes.

He used to say the Sontarans
were the silliest looking
race in the galaxy.

What did you say?

She's always going on
about monsters and spacemen...

She's seen Sontarans!

What's a Sontaran?

The silliest race
in the galaxy!

That's what Edgar used to say.

Like a huge...

-Potato with a ray gun.
-(LAUGHING)

Quite nasty blighters
they were, all the same.

Oh, yes, Bea, they are!
You're right!

You're absolutely right.

You shouldn't encourage her,
Miss Smith.

She'll go on and on
about monsters,
and especially the Gorgon.

I saw that years ago
at the flicks

with Christopher Lee
and, um,
Barbara Shelley.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

-Hello.
-Hello.

I'm Sister Helena
from St Agnes' Abbey.

And who might you be?

He's Luke. I'm Clyde.

And which one
of you fine young men

were at Lavender Lawns today?

And left with a gift from
one of the old ladies?

We don't know what
you're talking about.

How do you know
she gave me anything, anyway?

LUKE: She wouldn't
have told you.

Can it, Luke.

Why are you hunting through
the old people's home

-looking for the talisman?
-Luke!

Boys, you don't understand
what you've got your hands on.

Well, you're not
getting your hands on it
either.

Give me the talisman!

Hello, Sister.
Collection, is it?

Abbey roofs
don't fix themselves.

That's one miracle
we're still working on.

Well, I always give
to needy causes.

You could say it's
a good habit of mine.

I was after Maria.
She was a bit upset earlier.

You haven't seen her,
have you?

She's gone out
with Sarah Jane.

Look, do me
a big favour, will you?

When they get back,
just tell her I was looking.

-Please.
-Of course.

Cheers.

Listen, Luke.

When weirdo nuns
turn up on your doorstep

asking about
freaky glowing alien gizmos,

one thing you never do
is tell them you've got one.

I didn't.

We should call Mum
and tell her
what happened.

Better still,
we should go round there
and tell her.

-Isn't phoning quicker?
-Sure, we could phone.

Or we could go round there
and get back in
on the action, yeah?

So if Bea's
wearing the talisman,

and it's alien
and she's seen
these Sontarans,

then she isn't just talking
about a bunch
of old horror movies

like Mrs Randall thinks,
is she?

Aliens have been coming
to Earth for centuries, Maria.

Now, maybe Bea's adventures

with her archaeologist
husband involved a lot more
than just old pots and bones.

(HUMMING)

This was our song.

Edgar had such a lovely voice.

Did he?
I'm sure he was quite a man.

It's so sad.

The things she must have seen.
And now everyone
just thinks she's crazy.

Yeah, well, who knows where
any of us will end up?

Someone doesn't think
you're crazy, do they, Bea?

Someone knows
what that talisman is
and they want it.

The talisman?

Yes, Bea, the talisman.

Tell me what you know.
I promise I'll believe you.

Sometimes people
have thought I've been mad.

But I've seen things, too.
Just like you.

Edgar unearthed it
in a dig in...

In Syria.

And he gave it to me.

He had no idea what it was.

He had no idea.

So, what is it?

They mustn't find it!

They mustn't find it!

Who, Bea? Who do you mean?

-The Sisters!
-The nuns?

They protect her.

Protect who?

(GASPING) The Gorgon.

It's all in here,
I know it is.

A Gorgon. All snakes for hair
and turning people to stone
just by looking at them.

-It's a fairy story, isn't it?
-A myth.

A Greek myth.
There's a big difference.

And, incidentally,
for future reference, Maria,

even some fairy tales
have a foundation in fact.

Here it is.

"There were three Gorgons.

"The hideous daughters
of Phorcys, the sea god
and Ceto."

"Stheno, Euryale and Medusa."
That's right.

But in some versions
of the story there
was just one.

Medusa.

And she wasn't always ugly.

She was a beautiful nymph
with golden hair,

but Poseidon
fell in love with her
and jealous Athena

turned her into a Gorgon.

MARIA: "Medusa was killed
by Perseus as a challenge."

The Greeks were always dishing
out challenges to each other.

I think
it must be a man thing.

But this one really
had to be a tough call.

Warrior after warrior
had tried to slay the Gorgons,

but all of them had been
turned to stone.

Because they had
to look at them
to kill them.

Perfect defence mechanism.

Once you laid eyes
on a Gorgon,
there was no escape.

You couldn't run,
you couldn't attack.

Your body was already
turning to stone.

And there was nothing
you could do to stop it.

One glance was all it took.
Terrifying.

Does Bea believe
Gorgons actually existed?

I think she believes
one still does.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

CLYDE: Oh, no.
It's Sister Sinister again.

Don't run away, Luke.
I won't hurt you.

I just want
to have a little chat.

-What about?
-Don't listen to her, Luke.

No way is she really a nun.

-Whatever else would I be?
-I don't know.

But I bet you ain't got legs
under them robes.

Just a bunch
of slimy tentacles
or something.

(CHUCKLES)

Your friend watches
too much TV.

I think perhaps we could talk
a little more sensibly
without him.

Jump in the car.

-We'll go to the abbey.
-I don't think so.

You're safe with me.

We're not going
anywhere with you.

It's not an open invitation.

Listen to your friend here
and you will be in far more
danger, I guarantee.

But I can help you.

-I want to help you.
-LUKE: The talisman's
dangerous?

More than you can imagine.

No way! Luke!

Clyde! Clyde!

Clyde!

-So it's an alien?
-Remember what I said.

Aliens have been
coming here for hundreds
of years. Thousands.

And one's survived
all this time?

Yeah, perhaps.

But how can it turn people
to stone just
by looking horrible?

-(MOBILE RINGS)
-Well, I doubt that's
quite how it works.

-Hello?
-CLYDE: Luke. He's been
nabbed by a nun!

What?

I warned him not to talk
to that freaky nun!

I tried to stop him.
But it just happened so fast.

-They pulled up and bam!
-Clyde, just calm down.

She was after the talisman.

Where's she taken Luke?
Any idea?

I don't know.
She was from some abbey.

Well, obviously,
she's a nun, Clyde!
Think which one.

I'm trying to!

I dunno,
some old woman's name...

-Like the lady writer.
The old lady detective.
-Miss Marple?

-No.
-Agatha Christie? St Agatha?

Agnes! St Agnes' Abbey!

Get in the car!

Oh, hello,
my name is Felicity Barnes.

I'm doing a story
for The Times on religion
in the 21st century.

Is there anyone I can talk to?

Oh, perhaps Sister Helena?

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR BANGS SHUT)
(LOCK CLICKS)

(RATTLES DOOR KNOB)

So much for fake ID.

(GRUNTS)

Now what? Where do we go?

I don't know.

What do nuns do
with kids they kidnap?

-Let's start here.
-Hold on.
What if it's in there?

This Gorgon thing.

Just keep your eyes closed
and hold my hand.

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

Luke! Oh, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

So what do you think
you're doing,
getting into a stranger's car?

For an intelligent boy,
sometimes...

Oh, I can't believe
how stupid you are!

I didn't just get in...

Luke was never in any danger,
Miss Smith.

But it seemed that
bringing him to the abbey

was the fastest way
of attracting your attention.

Although your other two
young friends were a surprise.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

-We found Mrs Gribbins.
-She's been turned to stone.

Unfortunately, Mrs Gribbins

always was something
of a useless old fossil.

Are you really
protecting a Gorgon here?

A creature with writhing
serpents for hair?

Those melodramatic Greeks.

They never could resist
embellishing a story.

But, yes, as you've seen,

the myth isn't entirely
without foundation.

But it's an alien. Right?

The Gorgons travelled
to our world 3,000 years ago.

Once there was three.
Now only one.

A real live Gorgon?

Generations of our Sisterhood

have served to protect
the Gorgons
down the centuries.

If she survived 3,000 years,

what happened
to the other two?

One was killed
during ancient days,

when our sisterhood
served Demeter,

when the key was stolen.

The key to whatever
brought the Gorgons to Earth.

And the Sisters have been
searching for it ever since.

Or did you get close once,
Sister Helena?
Maybe 50 years ago?

Was that when
the second Gorgon died?

Professor Nelson-Stanley
and his meddlesome wife.

But you have the key now,
Miss Smith.

I'm sure you
will be more reasonable.

I wouldn't bet on it.

Kidnapping,
turning people to stone?

No, no, not the kind of things
that make me feel reasonable.

Sarah Jane,

3,000 years is a long time,

even for a being
with a Gorgon's lifespan.

She is old.

The talisman opens
a portal to
the Gorgon's world.

She only wants
to go home to die.

You can understand that,
can't you?

Why should I believe you?

Miss Smith,

you have no choice.

All right. We'll get it.

The boys stay here.

-No!
-They'll be perfectly safe...

As long as you don't try
to deceive us.

(HISSING)

-We can't give
them the talisman.
-I know that.

But at least we're
on my territory now,
not theirs.

We are. But they've
still got the boys.

The girl stays with me.

Move.

MR SMITH: I'm sorry,
analysis incomplete.

(WHISPERS)
Shh! Keep your voice down!

Is this because
I'm picking up a hostile

alien intelligence
within the house?

Yes, and it's about to meet
another one.

Doesn't she speak English?

The Gorgon
doesn't need to speak.

You mean she's,
like, telepathic?

Is that how she controls you?

I mean, looking after a Gorgon
isn't exactly normal
for a bunch of nuns, is it?

I'd shut up if I were you,

or the Abbess might show you
her idea of solving
a problem like Maria.

Is this what you've spent
3,000 years looking for?

-The key to the portal!
-(SONIC WHIRRING)

-(BUZZING)
-What do you
think you're doing?

Either let my son
and his friend go,
or I will destroy the talisman

with sonic disruption.

I warned you, Miss Smith.

Now look on the
face of the Gorgon

and feel your
flesh turn to stone!

(HISSING)

SARAH JANE: Don't look, Maria!

Hello?

-The door was open...
-Dad!

(WHOOSHING)

Dad!

We have the key!

Rejoice, sisters,
the Gorgon shall be free!

Ooh, mother Abbess.

SISTER HELENA:
She is weakening.

We must open the portal
as soon as possible.

It's killed
all these people

then put them on show.
Like trophies.

MARIA: The Gorgon
has turned my father
into stone.

-Is there a way to save him?
-The Talisman.

It is the key to the door
between this world and theirs.

It returned me
to flesh and blood.

-Have you got it?
-There's loads of them.

They're everywhere!

(ALL CHANTING)
Serve the Gorgon.

And the Gorgons
have chosen a new host

to lead
its domination of Earth.

You, Miss Smith!