(''DOCTOR WHO'' THEME)
(GROWLS) There's a new scent in the dark. There's...warm and pulsing, racing blood.
- RatkinI - (SCREECHING)
RatkinI
Beetles and bluebottles!
(GWENDOLINE) It's one of my favourites. It's from Java.
- Java?! - Reverend Matthews is leaving for Java soon.
- Perhaps he'll see my father. - Is he there?
Uncle Josiah sent him there after he saw what was in the cellar.
RevengeI RatkinI
(GHASTLY WAILING)
Get back! Back!
- Are you hurt? - They don't like the flame.
- Door must openI - We must leave the chamber now.
Open doorI QuicklyI QuicklyI
It's getting out! Give me that!
Stay calm! Follow me! While we have the lamp, we're safe.
No more lamp.
- Stop ratkinI - I'll sort you lot out!
- Josiah! Where's Ace? - How should I know?
Have you considered my offer, Doctor?
To murder your enemy? I'm not your executioner. Ace is in trouble.
Careful, Doctor. Crossing 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 - or Java.
Not tonight, Josiahphine!
Your puppet show doesn't fool me.
Sorry to spoil your big game hunt. Ace needs my...
..help.
- Let us go or I'll smash it! - Give it to me!
- You are profaning the temple of light! - I'll profane you in a minute.
You are afraid and do not understand!
The sleeping one must not be woken!
(HISSING AND PULSING)
(ALARM SOUNDS)
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!
- Light! - At the end of tunnel. Get a move on!
Ace?
- Doctor...where have you been? - I came as quick as I could.
- What have you done to my observatory? - Get off!
- You weren't tampering? - It was an accident.
- My work could be ruined! - That's my girl.
- Let's get out of here. - Keep him covered.
- But... - Shh!
Move it.
(SOBS)
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 AND GAS HISSES)
Don't try anything.
Ah... Not a patch on the Flying Scotsman.
Nimrod, get up, you fool! It's got to be stopped!
- Better not move him. - He fell against that.
He disturbed whatever's hibernating inside.
- Don't touch it! - You're scared of it, too, like the others.
- You know what's in there. - Energy's escaping. I must stop it.
I always leave things till the last moment. These husks, old cast-offs of yours?
- They attacked us. - You're insane! If the membrane is broken...
Yes?
What?
- Genetic codes. - DNA?
You've done a lot of exploring in here, Josiah.
- This is a stone spaceship. - Yes. The real owner won't be pleased.
- I AM the real owner. - No, 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.
Help me stabilise the energy loss
or most of southern England goes up in a firestorm.
- Will be free... - Align the crystal rods when I instruct you.
After this, I'll get a job at Sellafield. It's safer.
- Do what I do when I do it. - Very helpful (!)
- Lower the first rod. - Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Skeletons in cupboards. Husks in the cellar.
- Bats in the belfry. - Do it!
Don't shout or you'll never evolve into a gentleman.
- Did those husks really used to be him? - Yes.
Not much improvement on the reptile, is he?
- Do it now! - Now!
(WAILS IN AGONY)
Well, I think congratulations are in order.
Congratulations? Maybe not.
- Professor! - Give me freenessI
- (GASPS) Run! - I want freenessI
(JOSIAH WAILS)
Control needs freeness nowI
- Doctor! - Help me be like youI
- Look out! - Give me my freenessI
Agh! How do you do? I'm the Doctor. This is Ace.
- Just call me ratkin. - Oh, poor ControlI No way outI No escapingI
- No hoping. - Don't listen to it.
- It's a depraved monstrosity! - Depraved or deprived?
There, there, Control. There, there.
Now, which of you is the Jekyll and which is the Hyde?
Spare a farthing, guv'nor. Pity poor Control.
- Locked away all alone. - Away!
(CONTROL WAILS)
They're coming.
It's almost first light.
- He's getting weaker. - It's been a hard day's night.
He's evolving again to his next stage.
(GRUNTS)
I've sealed the lower observatory. Let Control rot down there!
You are ill, sir.
It's getting light. Secure the house.
- I must change. - Take him to the upper observatory.
- Uncle! - We won't see them till nightfall.
Should we follow them? What about Josiah?
- He sounded a little husky. - He's becoming one of those things.
(DOCTOR CHUCKLES) Yes.
- (JOSIAH COUGHS) - 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. - So will your unholy theories of evolution.
It's a complete absurdity that the line of my ancestors
can be traced back to a protoplasmic globule.
Please, go on.
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)
(HOWLS WITH LAUGHTER)
What are you laughing at? The Devil take you, why are you laughing?
- Can Nimrod be woken? - Don't rush me, Gwendoline.
We've got all day before Uncle Josiah dare show his face.
Professor, Josiah's...''lucifugus''.
Yes, he doesn't like light either.
What about the spaceship? It's knackered, isn't it?
Yes. I fixed it.
Uncle Josiah knows as much about it as a hamburger knows about the Amazon.
- Sounds like you and the Tardis. - Light!
Let her go. Come on, Ace. We've only just started.
Now, there's one thing you haven't told me.
What frightened you so much when you entered this house in 100 years' time?
Gwendoline...
- Come here, dear child. - Are you unwell?
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. (SQUEALS LIKE A CHIMP)
The Reverend makes such a tedious toy, don't you think?
Dear Uncle.
- We're so glad he has to go. - And where is he going?
To Java!
(CACKLES)
Time to call out the constabulary.
Now, Inspector, perhaps you can assist us with our enquiries.
- Hello. - The Doctor said you'd be famished,
so here's scrambled egg, hot buttered toast, kedgeree, kidney, sausage and bacon.
- Cholesterol City. - No, dear. Perivale Village.
Properly exhausted you were when I put you to bed.
Oh, and there's a message -
join the Doctor and the policeman in the drawing room.
- Police? - It's high time they were called.
- I've said as much to my husband. - I'll give that a miss.
I want to walk around Perivale before lunch.
- Is there a blacksmith? - Mercy me, no, dearie.
There's only seven houses. Besides, you've missed lunch. It must be five o'clock by now.
- What?! - Yes. Almost evening. We must hurry.
No one in their right mind stays in this house after dark.
Snap out of it, Nimrod. I'd almost say this was deliberate.
Ten minutes was all it took to wake the sophisticated inspector.
(MOUTH FULL) Ah... So this house is owned by Josiah Samuel Smith.
- I didn't say ''owned'', I said ''inhabited''. - Where is he? It's deserted.
- He will appear. - This must be the manservant.
Nasty-looking customer. Must be a foreigner.
- Neanderthal. - Gypsy blood. I can see it in him.
Lazy workers. What's this one playing up over?
- Oh. Beg your pardon. - He's mesmerised.
Ah, no self-control, these Mediterraneans. Too excitable. Nasty tempers, too.
Yes, especially when roused.
(GRUNTING)
Control...be free to changeI
You have consumed three breakfasts, two elevenses and one four-course meal.
Ask Mrs Grose to make you some afternoon tea (!)
She's withholding facts. So are you.
Tell me where everyone is, or I shall arrest you for obstructing my enquiries.
- You could have woken me sooner. - This is Inspector Mackenzie.
He was sent here in 1881
to investigate the disappearance of the owner Sir George Pritchard.
- That was two years ago. - He's been in Josiah's cupboard ever since.
Preserved. Hypnotised. 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?
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!
(DOCTOR) The fang of the cave bear calls you.
At the season when the ice flood swamped the pasture lands,
we herded the mammoth sunwards to find new grazing.
- Tricky things, mammoths. - Wise men cast bones for 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.
But light will return!
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.
- Professor, I thought the lift was broken. - I mended it.
(SHOUTS) Very clever, climbing up the lift shaft,
but I had hoped Control 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 and Josiah doesn't want it awoken.
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)
- Urgh! They're alive! - Yes.
Things are hotting up quicker than I anticipated.
Run and get Inspector Mackenzie.
Redvers knew relief would arrive.
Excuse me, sir, but you speak with the wildness of the old world.
- Can I seek your wisdom? - You won't get far without supplies.
The one I serve, the Burning One, he's waking.
- What should I do? - Hunt the dark continent, seek your desire.
But be warned...you may find it.
- I must free you, sir. - The Doctor did that hours ago.
Light angry, burning angry... but not at poor Control.
Control going showing Light way out.
Then Control on way out, tooI
(HANDLE RATTLES)
(SCREECHING)
Inspector? Found anything?
Nothing. This place has more locked doors than Reading Gaol.
All civilisation starts with hunting and foraging.
Don't worry. You'll work your way up.
You must excuse me. Things are getting out of control.
No one up here either.
- Josiah! - Disgusting object. What is it?
It's what's left of Josiah Smith. It's just a husk.
- We should get out of here. - Nonsense.
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 seek the truth from the Burning One.
- I'll save you a trip. - Can you summon it?
Let's say I've made a deal with its agent.
(LIFT CLUNKS)
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 CHIMES)
Let's get out of here, quickly!
(GASPS) Let go of her!
I am a police officer! Do as I tell you! Let go!
- Josiah! - (CHUCKLES)
Stitch this, Dracula!
I no longer need to crouch in shadows, young lady.
(YELLS)
You're no gentleman. Scratch the Victorian veneer...
and something nasty'll come crawling out.
Your 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) - 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 the touchpaper and found there's nowhere to retire to.
Ladies, I do hope you enjoy indoor fireworks.
- The Burning One is coming. - Mmm.
Stand back from that lift. To catch a wolf, I may have unleashed a tiger.
- Doctor, what are you doing? Stop the lift! - Ah, Josiah.
So you finally evolved into a Victorian. How quaint.
- Ace, you made it in time. - Sorry, Professor.
Don't apologise. Come and meet Josiah's new guest.
Nimrod, stop the lift! Stop it!
Too late. It's time to shed light on your plans.
- Hold him. - Doctor!
- Don't worry, Ace. - A pact with that creature?
- You don't know what you're doing. - I'm about to find out. Come out!
Control, quintessence of wickedness,
corruption incarnate!
Thank you for trusting me, Control.
(GROWLS) My half agreeingment done now.
Your desiring, in the darkness you shall find it!
Don't let it out!
- Too late! - Light?