Part 1 The Sarah Jane Adventures

So, what is the point of skateboarding?

It's skateboarding, it's fun,

it just is!

-Careful!

-So... Clyde fights Slitheens and Gorgons,

and that's OK with you, but a bit of skateboarding and whoa!

I know! Oh, shame on me.

I've changed, since I met you lot, I've gone all mumsy.

Change for the better.

Remember that day we first moved in? Talk about frosty!

-I was not!

-Yes, you were!

No, you've got it all wrong.

You've got to bend your legs.

That's how you get the biggest pop.

OK, and you would know exactly what?

Well, as it happens...

..King of the Concrete, Romford 1992.

-Yeah, right.

-Oh, no, here we go.

And he's still got it!

But you're old!

Gotta get pictures of this.

Cheese, smile.

-No, I'll take them..

-No, you get in.

Loose tracks.

One, two, three, smile!

Sarah Jane, let's get one of you on your own.

Just a minute, ready.

One, two...

-What's up?

-Somebody just walked over my grave.

-Oh, come on, quick.

-OK, ready, smile!

-That's it.

-Right, come on, let's go home.

So why did you give it up?

-Ah, you can't make a living out of a skateboard.

-Actually, Mum said.

Yeah, well, 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,

Mr Jackson, you're still too old for a skateboard, sorry! See ya!

Bend your knees.

OK, let's get some tea on.

I'll be a minute, Luke borrowed a text book and I need it back.

I dunno, what goes on over there?

What d'you mean? Nothing.

I reckon you're having secret parties without me.

Hurry up, then!

Mr Smith, I need you.

'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, V Magnitude brightening from 11 to 3.3

with a sky motion of 11.3 degrees.

It's heading for the Earth. The authorities can't see it.

It's coming right through a radar blind spot.

Of course, why didn't I realise that?

Well, if it hits us, bang, end of the world.

-You're being a bit calm!

-Oh, there's no need to worry.

When it's in range, Mr Smith will create a magnetic pulse,

and bounce the meteor back out into space. All in a day's work.

You're gonna save the world, and no-one even 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 magnetic pulse at 2.45pm tomorrow.

'All systems are prepared.'

You see? No worries.

I know, but you can't help thinking if it wasn't for Sarah Jane,

we'd all be dead!

Luke, go 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?

Remember 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." Just, "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.

-What's in it?

-Have a look.

How do you open it? It's impossible.

-Which you knew.

-I tried. Mr Smith says 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!

METAL SLIDES

Yes! That must be it.

Maria! Turn that telly off, you should be asleep! Maria!

Yes!

Is that it, then?

ECHOEY VOICES

Dad!

-What's the matter, what's the matter?

-I'm fine.

-You sure?

-Yeah, it was just a bad dream.

Fine, night-night.

Morning.

-You OK now?

-Yeah.

Look what I got down from the loft.

Oh, no. Dad!

What, so I'm too old, am I?

Just don't use it anywhere near me.

Where'd you get those plants from?

Eh? From Andrea, housewarming present, don't you remember?

Wait a minute - Andrea. There you go.

-Don't forget to sign her birthday card.

-What d'you mean?

Who's Andrea?

Don't be daft, just sign it.

OK. If you say so.

I'm going over the road to see Luke.

-Luke?

-Yeah, Luke.

-Oh, yeah? Luke's a lad from school, is he?

Shut up. What's wrong with you this morning?

# Da-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na! Jing-jing-jing-jing! #

RINGS DOORBELL

Hello, love, you're early.

Where's my 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.

Maria, love, I like a laugh but it's only half-nine in the morning.

I didn't stop working till gone three.

Once I start painting, I can't stop.

Try me again a bit later, eh?

You can help me with 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 over in Sarah Jane's house.

-Sorry?

I knocked on the door and there's this woman stood there.

-Hold on. What door?

-Sarah Jane's house. Number thirteen!

-Andrea's?

-What?

Who's Sarah Jane?

Right, OK, you can stop it now, it's freaking me out.

I'm just not getting you. Sarah Jane?

-Sarah Jane Smith, our neighbour?

-No-one here called Sarah Jane,

-not that I've met, anyway.

-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 don't know any Lukes.

What's wrong?

Where's Sarah Jane's number gone?

No Luke, no Clyde...

Clyde. 07700 900 792.

-Hey, who's that?

-Clyde! It's Maria.

-Who?

-Me, Maria!

-Maria Jackson?

Clyde, get over here. Sarah Jane's vanished!

Maria Jackson from school?

-Yeah!

-Er, why are you phoning me?

-I didn't give you my number. Who gave you my number?

-Clyde. Tell me.

-Is Luke with you?

-Luke?

-We were out yesterday, skateboarding.

I bumped into YOU at the skate park. No-one called Luke.

Luke Smith.

Please, tell me you're all having a joke.

Was it Sarah Jane's idea?

Say again?

Do you know Sarah Jane?

Look, 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, you nutter?

Laters, I'm busy.

Hello, love. I've surfaced! Come on, lot's to do.

Whatever.

But it's...different.

Well, 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 are you going?

Hi, sorry, is Maria over here? It's just she was a bit upset.

-Yeah, just taken off up there.

-What?

Maria!

-D'you know what's going on?

-Not a clue.

-Where is she?

-I don't know who you're talking about, love.

-Sarah Jane Smith!

-Never heard of her.

Maria, come on, I think you and me should just 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...

-We're going home. Come on.

Sorry about this.

Sarah Jane Smith.

OK. So, yesterday evening, what did we do?

Right, 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 know...

-You know him vaguely, in some of your classes.

And you showed off your skateboarding to him?

And you were cringing, thanks.

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, does Andrea.

-But I don't remember any of that.

-Maybe you should get some sleep.

Nice little kip, then maybe you'll feel better, yeah?

You want me to forget Sarah Jane.

There is no Sarah Jane.

I mean, come on, this meteor thing, destroying the Earth,

it's just 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...

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 July 1964."

-The woman that wrote this, she's the same age as Sarah Jane.

-So?

1964.

Have they got newspapers in the library, old newspapers?

Should have, yeah.

Come on, then, off to the library!

Right, what have we got?

"Schoolgirl Sarah Jane Smith, 13,

"died after falling from the edge of Westport Pier yesterday

"in a tragic accident."

It's just the same name, darling.

-"A second girl, Andrea Yates, is being treated for shock..."

-What?

-That's our Andrea, from across the road, she's Andrea Yates.

-You see?

I'm not lying, there's a connection!

Did Andrea tell you about this accident?

-Is that how you know the name?

-Why would I do that?

I'm telling the truth.

'Maria!'

Dad, did you see that?

The names, they swapped over!

'Maria! Help me, Maria!'

And that's Sarah Jane's voice,

it's her voice, can you hear her?

-You can hear a voice?

-Dad, it was her!

Shush! Shush!

Maria, you need to calm down.

-You've seen the evidence!

-There is no evidence.

But I've worked it out.

Andrea's done something, and Sarah Jane's gone,

just as that meteor is about to smash into us.

Sweetheart, that's enough. I think I should take you to 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 just making that up.

-But why, sweetheart?

I dunno, I think I just...

-I wanted some attention.

-Is there something wrong at school?

-Have I done something wrong?

-No. It's just me.

If there's anything you want to talk about,

-I'll give you all the attention in the world.

-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.

I remember 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.

-Oh, what happened? Take my hand!

SCREAMING

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. Get out!

Just to let you know.

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.

No.

Oh, no.

That day...the pier...

Oh, Sarah!

-MAN'S VOICE:

-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,

all of a sudden, 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.

-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.

But 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.

'Maria, please help me.'

What can I do?

How do I start? The meteor! I can't do anything to stop it.

Why's it only me that remembers you?

'Maria, please.'

Er, you sure you don't mind giving me a hand?

-No.

-It's just I've got this banner, for my birthday.

I want to put it up over the door. Sure you don't mind?

No, it's not a problem, least I can do.

Yes!

I've been so thick.

You see, I've never really gone big on birthdays myself,

I don't like being the centre of attention.

I used to when I was a kid.

I had big birthday parties there, bouncy castles and stuff.

Dad, I've worked it out, it's this box, it protected me.

Dad?

MARIA SCREAMS

Maria? Are you OK?

Maria?

Maria?

Help! >

ECHOEY MUSIC PLAYS

# You really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep at night... #

Alan!

Alan!

Back door was open.

-You wanna be careful.

-What was that?

What was what? Come on, let's go over to Andrea's.

-And what about Maria?

-Who?

Ah, don't say you've finally got yourself a new woman.

-Maria was in 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!

Oh, 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 now.

-Maria's our daughter!

-There is no Maria. Maria doesn't exist!

# Yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep at night... #

What the...

Come on, it'll be a laugh, better than that crummy museum!

-But it's dangerous, they told us not to.

-Oh, you're no fun!

Excuse me.

I'm gonna sound mad, but where is this?

You've got a nerve, going out dressed like that.

-Look at her!

-Don't be so rude.

-Are 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.

July 13 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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