What is the point of skateboarding?
With you, there's always gotta be a point. It's skateboarding, it's fun. It just is.
Careful.
Clyde fights Slitheens and Gorgons, that's okay,
but a bit of skateboarding, and whoa!
I know. But I've changed since I met you lot, I've gone all mumsy.
Change for the better. Remember that day we moved in? Talk about frosty!
-(GASPS) I was not! -Yes, you were.
No, you've got it wrong. You've got to bend your legs.
If you want to ollie, bend your legs.
Okay, and you would know exactly, what?
Well, as it happened... King of the Concrete, Romford, 1992.
-Yeah, right. -MARIA: Oh, no, here we go.
-And he's still got it. -But you're old.
Gotta get pictures of this. Cheese, smile.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
-I'll take them. -It's all right, you get in.
ALAN: Loose tracks. ALL: Loose tracks.
MARIA: One, two, three, smile.
-Sarah Jane, let's get one of you. -Just a minute. Ready.
One, two...
(WIND WHISTLING)
MARIA: What's up?
Somebody just walked over my grave.
-Come on, quick. -Okay, ready, smile. That's it.
-Right, come on, let's go home. -ALAN: Too old, am I?
-Why'd you give it up? -Can't make a living out of a skateboard.
-Actually, Mum said... -Now she's gone, maybe I'll get my board down.
-Please say you're joking. -I'm good, why can't I?
Even if you are good, you're still too old for a skateboard. Sorry. See ya.
Bend your knees! Come on, let's get some tea on.
I'll be a minute. Luke borrowed a book, I need it back.
-What goes on over there? -Nothing.
I reckon you're having secret parties without me. Hurry up, then.
Mr Smith, I need you.
-MR SMITH: Hello, Sarah Jane. -Report the position of Meteor K67, please.
Meteor K67, ascension of 20 hours, 13 minutes and 42 seconds.
Declination of minus 22 degrees, Vmagnitude brightening from 11 to 3.3
with a sky motion of 11.3 degrees.
Heading for the Earth, authorities can't see it.
It's coming through a radar blind spot.
-Of course, why didn't I realise that? -If it hits us, bang, end of the world.
-You're being a bit calm. -No need to worry.
When it's in range, Mr Smith will create a pulse,
and bounce the meteor back into space. All in a day's work.
You're gonna save the world, and no one knows about it.
-No, I like it better that way. -Mr Smith, how long do we have?
The meteor will be in range of the pulse at 2.45 p.m. tomorrow.
-All systems are prepared. -You see? No worries.
But if it wasn't for Sarah Jane, we'd all be dead.
Luke, put the kettle on. I'm parched. Be down in a sec.
Sure. See you later, Maria.
Just wanted a word in private.
-This is for you. -Wow.
It's beautiful. Where'd you get it?
That Verron soothsayer we helped fly home the other week, it's from him.
-What's it for? -I don't know.
He said, ''Remember.'' Whatever that means.
So why are you giving it to me?
He said, ''Give it to the person you trust the most.'' And that's you.
It's probably best not to tell Luke that bit.
(GIGGLES)
-What's in it? -Have a look.
How do you open it? It's impossible.
-Which you knew. -I tried.
Mr Smith said there's nothing in it. Just a puzzle box.
And I forgot about it till this afternoon.
-But there, it's yours. -Thank you.
Pop over tomorrow, let me know how you get on.
-Plus, we can bash that meteor. -Oh, should be fun.
(RATTLING)
Yes! That must be it.
ALAN: Maria, turn that telly off, you should be asleep!
Oh!
(DOGS BARKING)
Yes.
Is that it then?
(VOICES WHISPERING)
(GROWLS)
(DISTORTED VOICES) Maria! Maria!
Dad!
(GROWLS)
-What's the matter? -I'm fine.
-You sure? -Yeah, it was just a bad dream.
All right, good night.
(DOOR CLOSES)
-Morning. You okay now? -Yeah.
Look what I got from the loft.
Oh, no. Dad!
-So I'm too old, am I? -Just don't use it anywhere near me.
Where'd you get those plants from?
From Andrea, housewarming present, remember?
Oh, don't forget to sign her birthday card.
What do you mean? Who's Andrea?
-Don't be daft, just sign it. -Okay. If you say so.
I'm going over to see Luke.
-Luke? -Yeah, Luke.
-Luke's a lad from school, is he? -Shut up. What's wrong with you this morning?
(SINGS)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hello, love, you're early. Where's me birthday card, then?
-Oh, I was only joking. -Sorry, is Sarah Jane there?
-Say again? -Sarah Jane.
-One of your mates from school, is that? -No, Sarah Jane. This is her house.
I like a laugh, but it's only 9:30 in the morning.
I didn't stop working till gone 3:00. Once I start painting, I can't stop.
Try me later. You can help get things ready for the party.
Sandwiches won't butter themselves.
-Is Luke there? -Who?
You all right, love? Maria?
Dad, something really weird is going on.
-There's this woman in Sarah Jane's house. -Sorry?
I knocked on the door and there's this woman.
-Hold on. What door? -Sarah Jane's house. Number 13.
-Andrea's? -What?
Who's Sarah Jane?
You can stop it now, it's freaking me out.
-I'm not getting you. Sarah Jane? -Sarah Jane Smith, our neighbour?
No one on this road called Sarah Jane. Not that I've met.
Course you have. Stop it.
Right. I'll show you.
Look, Sarah Jane is definitely in the photos.
What? Where's Luke? And who... Why is she there?
I'm sorry. I don't know any Sarah Janes and I don't know any Lukes.
What's wrong?
Where's Sarah Jane's number gone?
No Luke, no Clyde...
Clyde. 07700900792.
(PHONE RINGING)
-Hey, who's that? -Clyde! It's Maria.
-Who? -Me, Maria.
-Maria Jackson? -You've gotta get here.
Sarah Jane's vanished!
-Maria Jackson from school? -Yeah.
Why are you phoning me? I didn't give you my number.
Clyde, tell me. Is Luke with you?
-Luke? -We were out yesterday, skateboarding?
-I bumped into you. No one called Luke, though. -Luke Smith?
Please tell me you're all having a joke.
-Was it Sarah Jane's idea? -Say again?
-Do you know Sarah Jane? -If you wanna ask me out, just ask me out.
-I can fit you in next Thursday. -Oh, no. Clyde...
-The meteor. -The what?
-There's a huge meteor heading for Earth. -Oh, is there, now?
-Only Sarah Jane can stop it, and she's vanished. -What are you talking about?
Laters, I'm busy.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hello, love. Right, I've surfaced. Come on, lots to do.
Whatever.
-But it's different. -Well, all right, it's a bit of a mess,
but I'm gonna clean it up before people come round.
I can't help it if I'm so popular, the birthday girl.
Maria? Hang on, love, where you going?
Sorry. Is Maria here? She was a bit upset.
-She's taken off up there. -What? Maria!
-Do you know what's going on? -Not a clue.
-Where is she? -I don't know who you're talking about.
-Sarah Jane Smith! -Never heard of her.
-I think you and me should go back to the house. -But Sarah Jane lives here.
In this house, with her son, Luke. Where are they?
Mr Smith, I need you.
-Mr Smith? -Sweetheart...
There is no Mr Smith. There's no Sarah Jane. No Smiths at all.
-Dad, I... -Right. We're going home.
Come on. Sorry about this.
Sarah Jane Smith.
Okay. So... Yesterday evening, what did we do?
I picked you up from school. We walked home, went to the park.
-We went with Andrea? -No, she was just passing by.
We bumped into a lad from school, Clyde.
Who I don't really know.
You said you knew him vaguely. He's in some of your classes.
-You showed off your skateboarding to him? -You were cringing.
So when did I meet Andrea?
Look.
That's us outside, the day we moved in. Andrea came over and gave us a hand.
But Sarah Jane was there. That's when we met her, and she was all frosty.
You've got to remember that. You said so. Frosty.
No, just Andrea. And she was lovely. Invited us over straight away.
-She's always having parties, lives life to the full. -I don't remember any of that.
Maybe you should get some sleep. Then maybe you'll feel better, yeah?
You want me to forget Sarah Jane?
There is no Sarah Jane. This meteor thing, destroying the Earth,
-it's a bit silly, isn't it? -But...
I can see it all so clearly. Sarah Jane was so real to me.
All the things we did, all the incredible things we saw...
Something happened last night, and Sarah Jane vanished.
Nobody remembers, but I do.
And somehow, when everything changed,
I got protected.
I'm telling you, Dad, I'm right. And I'm gonna show you.
''Sarah Jane Smith, solicitors.
-''Sarah Jane Smith, Guernsey Women's Football.'' -Ugh.
-There must be something. -I don't think there will be.
Hang on. My Poems, by Carla Morgan, for Sarah Jane Smith.
''For Sarah Jane Smith, who left us 13th of July 1964.''
The woman that wrote this is the same age as Sarah Jane.
-So? -1964...
Have they got newspapers in the library, old newspapers?
-Should have, yeah. -Come on. Off to the library.
ALAN: Right, what have we got?
MARIA: ''Schoolgirl, Sarah Jane Smith, 13,
''died after falling from the edge of Westport Pier yesterday.''
It's just the same name, darling.
''A second girl, Andrea Yates, is being treated for shock.''
That's our Andrea, from across the road. She's Andrea Yates.
-See? I'm not lying, there's a connection. -Did Andrea tell you about this accident?
-Is that where you got the name from? -I'm telling the truth.
SARAH JANE: Maria!
Dad, did you see that? The names, they swapped over.
-SARAH JANE: Maria, help me. Maria? -And that's Sarah Jane's voice.
-Can you hear her? -You can hear a voice?
-Dad, it was her. -Shh!
-Maria, you need to calm down.
-You've seen the evidence. -There is no evidence.
I've worked it out. Andrea's done something, and Sarah Jane's gone,
just as that meteor's about to smash into us.
Sweetheart, that's enough. I think I should take you to see a doctor.
Maybe Andrea did say something about the accident.
Well, that must be it.
And that nightmare. Perhaps I've got it all mixed up. I'm really sorry.
-Of course I know Andrea. -Maria. I have been so worried.
-I didn't hear a voice. I was making that up. -Why, sweetheart?
-I think I just wanted some attention. -Is there something else wrong? At school?
-Have I done something wrong? -No, it's just me.
Anything you want to talk about, I'll give you attention.
Thanks, Dad.
But I think I should go and see Andrea. I should go and say sorry.
Oh, that's all right, love, there's no need to apologise.
When I was your age, the thoughts that would come into my head sometimes!
I don't know where I got that name. Sarah Jane Smith.
Means nothing to me, love.
-Positive? -Positive.
But how could you forget? 1964?
School trip, the pier? She fell, she died, and you were with her.
-What? -You lived, and she died.
Only that wasn't meant to happen.
The key moment, when everything in the world changed.
Andrea, help me!
-What happened? -Take my hand!
(SCREAMING)
(SPLASHING)
(SCREAM ECHOES)
-Get out of my house. -This isn't your house!
This is some kind of time gone wrong,
because in my world, the way things should have been, you died.
Get out! Enough of this. I'm phoning your dad.
I'm gonna sort things out. I'm gonna work out how time got changed,
I'm gonna find Sarah Jane and then I'm gonna bring her back
and nothing is gonna stop me.
(DOOR SLAMS)
Oh. Oh, no.
That day... The pier!
(SOBBING) Oh, Sarah...
TRICKSTER: Remember, Andrea, remember.
-Who are you? -Remember. Remember.
I forgot you.
I forgot what I did that day.
All these years, living this life...
You forgot me, Andrea Yates. I never forgot you.
The day she died, you gave me this box.
My gift.
-Why are you calling me now? -Maria Jackson, over the road.
She keeps going on about Sarah Jane. She knows.
She knows what I did that day,
and she's made me remember.
She's just a child. Nobody will listen.
But I can't bear it.
How could I forget what I did?
What we agreed?
-Did you make me forget? -Your life is better, is it not?
-Yeah. -Then what do you want from me?
Change her back the way she was. The girl over the road, make her forget.
I can't. There is a barrier. She is protected somehow.
But I can remove her for you.
-No, not killing. -I cannot kill.
But I can stop her from ruining your life.
One night's sleep, and you will forget her,
forget me, forget everything once more.
-Remove her where? -This need not concern you.
I need your agreement. Do I have your agreement?
-Yes. -It shall be arranged.
But first, Andrea Yates,
you must separate the child from her father.
SARAH JANE: Maria, please help me.
What can I do? How do I start? The meteor, I can't do anything to stop it.
-Why is it only me who remembers you? -Maria, please...
-You sure you don't mind giving me a hand? -No.
I've got this banner for my birthday,
and I want to put it up over the door.
No, it's not a problem. The least I can do.
Yes! I've been so thick.
I don't go big on birthdays. I don't like being the centre of attention.
I used to when I was a kid. I had big birthday parties then,
bouncy castles and stuff.
Dad, I've worked it out. It's this box. It protected me.
Dad?
(RUMBLING)
(ROARING)
(SCREAMS)
Maria? You okay?
Maria?
Help!
(LAUGHING EVILLY)
(DISTORTED MUSIC PLAYING)
CHRISSIE: Alan! Alan! Alan.
-Back door was wide open. You wanna be careful. -What was that?
-What was what? -Let's get over to Andrea's.
-And what about Maria? -Who?
-Ah! Finally got yourself a new woman? -Maria was here. I think she's run off.
Already? Sensible woman, whoever she is. Took me 14 years.
-I mean Maria, our Maria. -What do you mean, ours?
She's our daughter.
Alan, don't start messing about. I know you wanted kids, but I never did.
-As if I've got a maternal bone in my body! -Chrissie, stop this. Maria is our daughter.
There is no Maria. Maria doesn't exist.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Ah!
(GULLS SCREECHING)
( YOU REALLYGOTME PLAYING ON RADIO)
What the...
Come on, it'll be a laugh, better than that crummy museum.
-But it's dangerous, they told us not to. -You're no fun.
(GIGGLING)
VENDOR: Candy floss.
Excuse me. I'm gonna sound mad, but where is this?
-You've got nerve, going out dressed like that. -Don't be so rude.
You all right? You look a bit lost.
I think I am. I was in London. I'm Maria Jackson.
Pleased to meet you, Maria. I'm Sarah Jane Smith.
MARIA: July 13th, 1964.
Sarah Jane, you've got to believe me. You mustn't go down there.
I took you to aid the coming of darkness.
Your life was so important and I found the right moment to snuff it out.
-You were meant to die. -Meant? Who says I'm meant to die?
-I will return when the Earth is no more. -Don't you dare! Don't you dare!
-Can you hear it? That's it. -Impact is due in eight minutes.
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