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(LIGHTNING STRIKES)

(LASER GUNS FIRING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SHOUTS)

Mistress, I bring you another.

MISTRESS: Bring me more.
I need more!
So many more children.

It shall be done, Mistress.

At breakfast times,
I am 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.

(SIGHS)
But I've been studying jokes,
their structure and history.

And that's what you do.
You swap words around.
So that was a joke.

Well, I don't think
it'll get you on the telly,
but yeah, I guess.

So what makes a joke funny?
I've read that
timing is important.

How exactly?

I don't know,
it's complicated.

Is the context important?

(SIGHS) Why does
every single thing with you
lead to about 500 questions?

Come on, I want to get
a new 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, soldier?

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

(STUTTERS)
I have to go shopping.

(CHUCKLES MOCKINGLY)
Well, that's kind of
answered my question.

-Come on, Luke.
-Here you go.

Cut-price vouchers
in case you change your mind.

LUKE: Thank you.

Thanks. Come on.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

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

and I've given
the half-price 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've got
a birthday party shoot 'em up
booked in for tomorrow.

(HISSING)

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

(GROWLING)

This is Lance.

Oh, thank you, Mrs Metcalf.

I can't begin to 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 knock on the door
and tell me...

Children do turn up
safe and sound.
There's still every chance.

Someone may have seen
something important
without knowing it.

My story might make them
realise that and come forward.

I hope so.

Has anything like this
happened before?

I mean, Lance has
never run away
after an argument?

We never argue.

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

We know that life's too short
for rowing.

I see.

-Hmm.
-I'm sorry.

Well, 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.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
-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.

(SOBBING) Please.

(MARIA LAUGHS)

Do you mind?

Ah, sorry, Sarah Jane.

Clyde was just bogging around
with Maria's new bag.

I'm sorry?

Mucking. I was mucking around.
Or messing. You know?
Messing around?

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

You can't improvise.

Sorry,
we'll get out of your way.

No, no, wait.

I've just been to see
the mother of that boy
that went missing.

Your friend, Lance Metcalf.
What do you about him?

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

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

and he's not really been
up for making friends.

The Corporal?

Lance. Lance Corporal.

And did you know
his father was in the army
and was killed in Iraq?

Nicknames aren't always funny,
Clyde.

Yeah. Well, I hope
this boy didn't run away
because he was bullied.

Hey, don't get all over me
about it.

It was Luke that made up
the nickname.

People laughed
when I came up with it.
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 any of us.

Most break times
he was too busy
with his Nintendo.

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

Maybe Lance wanted friends,
just like I did.

Instead, I probably
made him run away!

Oh, no, Luke it was...

-It's all my fault!
-No, Luke, look...

I'd better go and talk to him.

No. Let me.
I did drop him in it.

Okay.

(SIGHS)
Is he finding it really hard,
Maria, to fit in?

No harder than the rest of us.

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

Here.

How was Lance's mum?

Oh, going out of her mind
with worry.

But you don't think there's
anything weird about Lance
disappearing, do you?

I mean, you're not doing this
story because you think

there's aliens involved,
or anything?

I don't see aliens
behind every bush,
you know, Maria.

I'm not a conspiracy theorist.

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

Now, this friend
of Lance Metcalf's, Brandon.
Do you know him?

(ELECTRONIC WEAPONS FIRE)

Hi, Brandon.

What do you want?

-This is my friend,
Sarah Jane.
-Hi.

I want to ask you
some questions about Lance.

(VIDEOGAME MUSIC PLAYING)

That's him.

-SARAH: Halo?
-Yeah, that's Lance.

He's the nuts.

Is that good?

-Very.
-Oh.

I was meant to meet him
on Saturday in the park.

And we was going to go
to the arcade.

-And did you?
-Well, he never showed.

I thought the storm
may have put him off.

-There wasn't a storm
on Saturday.
-Are you calling me a liar?

No, no, of course, she's not.
But Saturday was warm
and sunny, I remember.

I was in the garden
until dark.

Yeah.
Well, it was weird, wasn't it?
It only lasted a minute.

All these clouds
came up the hill

and then it just poured on me.

Then the clouds just vanished
and it was blue skies again.

I mean, it was weird.

Frightening?

Yeah.

Man, for a while there
I thought you'd gone AWOL,
along with Lance.

Been looking all over for you.

Why?

'Cause that's what friends do
when one of them is hurting.

They try and help. And friends
shouldn't grass each other up.
I'm sorry.

How did you grass me up?

(SIGHS) Look, we'll get back
to Slang 101 another day.
Ding, ding! New class.

How the Corporal doing
a runner has got nothing
to do with Luke.

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

Doesn't matter.
I wasn't trying to be cruel.
I was trying to be funny.

Yeah. Well, not everyone's
cut out to be me.

See what I mean?

(SNARLING)

MISTRESS: Kudlak?

I am here, Mistress.

Time grows short.
You must bring me children,
Kudlak.

Fresh, strong, children.

I will, Mistress.
You have my vow.

This hunger for blood,
it never ends.

You shall have
what you need, Mistress.

Soon you shall have
all the children you need.

(HISSING)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Have all these kids really
gone missing in a year?

Mr Smith, we need
to cross-reference
these disappearances

with reports of localised
freak weather conditions.

MR SMITH: I will assimilate
with meteorological databases.

Processing initiated.

I don't get it. What does
this storm have to do
with Lance going missing?

Well, that's what
we're going to find out.

I don't think Brandon's
the sort of boy to be scared
by any normal storm, do you?

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 but short-lived
torrential rain.

MARIA: All towns and cities.

Why would it rain like that?

Insufficient data.

Well, 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
in the atmosphere for a while

and that could tell us
quite a lot.

Now, put those
rubber gloves on

and pass me
those two metal cylinders,

one at a time.

No! I said put
the gloves on first!

Those are made
from Cibrianite flux.

Touch them both
at the same time
without protection

and you complete an
electro-neurological circuit

that will 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
in to this world.

When I made a joke about
Lance's name, it felt like...

Like a breakthrough
because people laughed.

But instead, it was another
social miscalculation.

Gaffe, Luke. It was a gaffe.

Last week you said a gaff
was where a "dude" lives.

Oh, it's different.
Just stick to the text, okay?

You see?
Things are so complex.

Complex? You wanna be grateful
your old man didn't run off
with your Aunt Melba.

Just listen to me.
I'm an expert in complex.

So you can explain
things to me?

Just ask
Encyclopaedia Clydannica.

Go on, anything you want.
Take your best shot.

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.

We could stick her
in a sandwich board.

She could hand out
some flyers. (LAUGHS)

Do not mock my Mistress!

It was a joke, okay?

We serve at her pleasure,
Mr Grantham.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Neither of us
is irreplaceable.

Not I, and certainly not you.

(ROARS)

(SIGHS)

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

Come on, let's get her going.

Okay.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hah. Right, now,

turn the dial on the left,

6.02 for the electromagnetic
pulse trace.

But I've just got to calibrate
the Kohonen net.

(SIGNAL HUMMING)

Right switch to 15
and the middle to 2.6.

Now, then...

Right. Fire her up.

(SIREN BLARES)

MARIA: Wow!

-(BEEPING)
-Again.

Oh.

(SIREN BLARES)

-Nothing.
-Once more.

(SIREN BLARES)

(BEEPING)

This doesn't make any sense.
There should be
some sort of reaction.

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

(SARAH JANE LAUGHS)

-MARIA: What's happening?
-It works!

My machine works!

(MARIA LAUGHS)

MR SMITH: Particles identified
as entanglement shells.

Okay. And do you want to
tell us what an entanglement
shell is, exactly?

Used by climate engineers
to terraform hostile
planet environments.

In order to support life,
they stimulate rainfall.

Ealing doesn't need terraform.
We get too much rain as it is.

-If I might continue?
-Please.

Entanglement shells
can also be a by-product

of some form
of trans-dimensional
energy dispersal.

By what?

Teleportation.

Aliens! I knew it!

Lance was kidnapped by aliens?

Oh, they've been kidnapping
people from Earth for decades,
one reason or another.

Question is, why Lance?
And from where?

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

Weather geo-stationary
satellites record every hour

and are unlikely to have
registered such a brief
meteorological anomaly.

-I will access
a military satellite.
-(BEEPING)

You shoot out
people's sensors.

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

You get 100 lives.
The person at the end
with the most lives left wins.

Last man standing
kind of thing.

But I still don't get
the point.

You just wait
until the adrenaline
starts pumping! You'll see.

-(ALARM BLARING)
-MALE VOICE: Attention!

Warriors of the future,
take your places
at the Arena Doors!

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 10 seconds...

Well, Grantham?
Have you brought me
good stock?

I wouldn't get
your hopes up just yet.

-Four, three, two, one!
-Take no prisoners!

Commence combat!

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

MR SMITH: This is animated
data from a NATO satellite
covering Western Europe

taken on Saturday
at 16:04 hours.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Oh, run it again.
And slow it down.

People never really
vanish without a trace.

There's always a footprint,
a tyre track, something.

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

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

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

Uh...

Combat 3000!

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

Luke!

Now!

Nice.

CLYDE: Cover me, cover me!

Watch out!

Go, Luke, I'll cover you.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Well, well, well.

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

Mmm. Someone shows promise?

GRANTHAM:
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.

(SNIFFS)
I smell warrior blood!

Mistress will be pleased.
(HISSES)

(GASPING) I wouldn't
bet your spaceship
on it just yet.

Let's see if he
makes it through level two.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Yeah!

Good shot!

Hey, I won!

And look! You came second!

Yeah.
Beginner's luck, I guess.

Maybe we should go again.

I thought you said
it was for kids.

Yeah, it is, but it's all part
of your education.

Don't worry.
I'm not enjoying it
or anything.

That's a pretty impressive
score, Soldier Eight.

Clyde says
it was beginner's luck,
but I've got better reflexes

and hand to eye co-ordination
than most kids.

You do? Wow.

Well, you make one hell
of a Future Warrior, soldier.

You mean I'd be good
at killing people?
If the eventuality arose.

I'm betting you don't get
invited to too many parties,
do you?

I was showing him what to do.
He's Luke.

Which makes me Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Soldier Seven. How's it going?

Okay, listen up.
Me and Mr Kudlak,
he's the proprietor,

we run a special competition
for the more
skilled competitors.

It's level two.
Now, what do you think?
Are you up for it?

-Yeah!
-Good.

Welcome to the unique
gaming experience
that is Combat 3000.

Zap those Drones.

Hi. Um, yep,
I'd like to book a party.

I've heard a lot
about this place.

Apparently it's the nuts.

Okay, 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 lovely and peaceful
till Mr Grantham took over.

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

Not that anybody
ever sees him.

Would it be possible
to 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."

Tell you what,
why don't we just go through.
I can see you're busy.

Hey!

Welcome to the unique
gaming experience...

See him? He does kick boxing,

she does athletics
for the county, and
he's in the football A team.

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

Okay, guys.
Well done for getting
through to level two.

New arena, new objective.

You'll be split
into four dispersement groups.

You'll access the arena
from here, here and here.

When the first siren sounds,
you'll 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 kind of why I said it.

Now, this time,
you don't get 100 lives, okay?

-You get 10.
-10?

(CHILDREN EXCLAIMING
IN DISAPPOINTMENT)

-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.

(SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRS)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(INDISTINCT GRUNTS)

-Whoa!
-BOY: I've got him!

The others are playing
by the old rules
to be the last man standing.

If we work as a team,
we'll have the strategic
advantage.

Like I said. Piece of cake.

(SNARLING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(ROARS)

Grantham! Grantham!

What are we looking for?

You'll know when you find it.
Just 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.

No, I hear he likes
to stay in the shadows.
I wonder why that is?

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
among young people.

No comment. Now get out!

Any comment on Lance Metcalf?

The boy that disappeared
three days ago.

Twenty-four children have
disappeared recently.

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,
Miss Smith, hmm?

They come for the guns.

A soldier that fights alone
dies alone.

These two will do, Mistress.

MISTRESS: Good, Kudlak.
Send them to me.
Send them to me!

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

(SINISTER LAUGHTER)

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 am ready to rock!
I am ready to roll!

Move!

Oh, please, don't be offended.

But this isn't the first time
I've had a gun pointed at me,

and guns from other planets?

Ooh, 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 23 children
you've kidnapped back to
their parents safe and well.

Don't worry about them,
Miss Smith.

Children adore war games.

(GROWLING)

(LAUGHS)

Yeah! (GROWLS)

It's raining.

They're powering up
the teleporter.

Get rid of them, Grantham!
Now!

-(DEVICE SCREECHES)
-Ahh!

Don't you have any conscience
about what you're doing with
those children, 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.

Just a moment.

Bit of lippy?

Last request?

(HUFFS)

(SIGNAL ZAPS)

(FEEDBACK)

Come on!
We don't have much time!

We have to find that
transporter and shut it down!

What happens now?

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.

(DOOR OPENING)

What exactly does a matter
transporter look like?

Look! It's Luke and Clyde!

What's going on?

No!

-Be proud of them.
-(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)
Where have you sent them?
Where?

Into darkness!

(GROWLS)

Oh-ho! Looks like things are
finally picking up round here.

KUDLAK: You're a disgrace
to your own species, Grantham.

Kids from all over the country
must have been going missing.

I doubt that men like you
fare too well in prison.

And what's with this
Warrior stuff? All we did was
win a game of laser tag.

Oh, yeah, we rock.

It's not Kudlak
that calls all the shots.

Whatever's going on
across the galaxy
has got nothing to do with us.

MISTRESS: Prepare the recruits
for transportation
to the front.

Yes, Mistress.

Kudlak doesn't see it
like that.

SARAH JANE:
Oh, I'll be back, Mr Grantham.

I'll be back!