Part 1 The Sarah Jane Adventures

13 Bannerman Road is where Sarah Jane Smith lives.

And it's home to things way beyond your imagination.

There's an extraterrestrial supercomputer in the wall...

her son, a genetically engineered boy genius...

a schoolgirl investigator across the road...

and a whole universe of adventure

right here on the doorstep.

-Ready?

-Always.

The shop's owner, Mr Smalley,

who refused to give his age,

said he saw a creature 12 feet tall, with huge fangs and red eyes.

What are we up against -

-the Gruffalo(?)

-LAUGHTER

Well, there's only one way to find out.

BELL RINGS

Hello.

CACKLING

Hello!

Hello!

What is it we're looking for?

Haven't the foggiest. But I'll know it when I see it.

That's what my mum says when she's dragging me round Primark.

Ooh, I always wanted one of these when I was little.

MUSIC PLAYS

Is that a blood stain?

But whose blood? >

That is the question.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Smalley? Or...co?

Some say that arrow was pulled from the eye of King Harold himself

after the Battle of Hastings.

And some say he wasn't shot in the eye at all. Read that online.

The tapestry of time is a fragile thing.

Apply the slightest pressure, and the threads of history can unravel.

But you understand that, don't you, Sarah Jane?

-How do you know my name?

-Oh, I know a great many things.

The newspaper cutting...

that was for our benefit, wasn't it? Look, I don't like being tricked.

Who are you and what do you want?

I need your help, to save the world.

Time itself is under threat.

-From what?

-Chronosteen.

A metal forged within the time vortex,

with the power to re-shape destiny.

Three pieces of it, moulded into different objects,

are lodged at key points in the Earth's history.

PARROT CAWS

They must be recovered.

What objects? Where in history?

They could be anything, anywhere.

Well, good luck with that.

But you are the only ones who can do this!

You're the Earth's last hope.

Even if I believe you, how can we possibly find this Chronosteen?

This is a Time Window, Sarah Jane.

It will take you close to the objects.

If you can create that, why can't you go yourself?

It is forbidden for me to travel through time, but you can.

All of you have passed through it before.

Look, if we go, and I'm not saying that we will,

then how do we get back?

Find the objects, and they will bring you home,

and I'm afraid, Sarah Jane,

there is no choice in the matter!

And be careful!

History can be a dangerous place.

PARROT CAWS

That's right, Captain,

they have until the sands run out...

or this world is doomed.

Sarah Jane?

Rani? Where are you?!

More to the point,

where am I?

Hello?

Clyde?

Rani?

Can anyone hear me?

Can anyone hear me?!

FOOTSTEPS THEN HEAVY BREATHING

Oh! Heavens, oh, you gave me a fair fright!

Creeping up like that!

You are not expected till the morrow.

Where am I?

-Where is this?

-I beg your pardon, my lady, are you quite well?

I am sure it has been a long journey from the East, but...

Did you say you were expecting me?

Of course. 'Twas the Queen's personal request that you came.

Seriously?

-Is this Buckingham Palace?

-'Tis the Tower of London, the royal chambers.

And Queen Jane is eager to meet you.

Jane...

My, you are tired from the journey.

I am Mistress Ellen, head of Her Majesty's household.

I've been with her since she was a babe. Lady Jane, she was then.

Lady Jane Grey?

I've certainly heard of her.

-She was made Queen, nine days ago.

-Of course, the Nine Days' Queen.

Now, we had best find more suitable attire...

for the Queen's new lady-in-waiting.

No network.

I don't think we're in Ealing any more, Clydey.

Psst!

Psst! Quick, or they'll see you!

Get down!

Well, wherever I am, they haven't invented style yet.

I'm Clyde. Who are you?

My name's George, George Woods...

and you can hardly talk. Now, keep your voice down.

-Why, what you looking at?

-Germans.

-I'm sure of it.

-What, nabbing all the sun loungers?

Mum warned me when I was evacuated

that the country folk was a bit thick.

Evacuated?

Right, I get it, so this is like...1939 or something?

But she didn't say just how thick.

-It's the 7th of June, 1941.

-Really?

That's seriously cool.

So when you said Germans, you actually meant...

Nazis!

At last, I have you trapped!

Now, speak your name, spirit!

I'm not a spirit - I'm Sarah Jane Smith.

Why are you haunting this house?

Look, if I was a ghost...

And by the way, there's no such thing.

..you wouldn't be able to touch me, would you? Come on.

See?

Just as solid as you are.

Pleased to meet you...?

E-Emily Morris.

Do you live here?

Nobody lives here. I'm just investigating.

But there are ghosts in this house, everybody says so.

Well, just because everybody says something doesn't make it true.

That door was locked, so if you're not a ghost,

how did you get in here?

Er, yes, well that's a little tricky to explain.

What year is this?

1889.

SPECTRAL VOICES

No such thing as ghosts, you say.

What was that, then?

Come on, let ME have a go.

They could be Brits - it's hard to tell.

Are you sure they're Nazis, George?

Yeah, I see it! You're right!

Time travel's awesome, isn't it?

-I've got to do it more often.

-They must have come in on a U-Boat.

An invasion!

We shall fight them on the beaches, we shall fight them on the...

the other places. But, hang on, what ARE going to do?

We're going to call the Home Guard, of course!

Good thinking, '40s boy.

Ready.

Ta-da! Ooh...

What do you think?

Most becoming, my lady.

'Tis only me, Your Majesty, and your new lady. May we enter?

Lady Matilda, my crown, please. Thank you.

We are ready to receive you now.

Your Majesty,

may I present, Lady...

Oh.

Lady Rani. From the court of...the Taj Mahal.

I know it not.

But you have clearly travelled far, Lady Rani. I am most grateful.

You may leave us, Ellen.

You too, Lady Matilda.

Forgive me, but I thought the request

was for an elderly companion.

And I heard the Countess of Arundel was already on her way.

Your Majesty, can we trust this...

foreigner?

I hope the Queen will judge me on my own character,

just as she might judge you on yours.

Well said.

Matilda, where are your manners?

I say again, leave us.

And what is this you bring?

It's a music box. Go on, open it!

MUSIC PLAYS

How is this possible?

-They're dead clever where I come from.

-Thank you, Lady Rani.

I will treasure this forever.

It must be hard for you, being so far from home.

Especially if you knew how far away home really is.

I too am alone.

Even those I thought most loyal

now call for Lady Mary to be crowned in my place.

Oh, it is all too distressing to discuss.

No, tell me. It's important.

When the King died without an heir, we thought his sister, Mary,

would take the throne.

But they made me Queen, and I never wanted to be.

My father-in-law saw it as a way to gain power for himself.

Father-in-law? You're married?

My mother forced me to marry Lord Dudley.

But the man is an ass!

He talks of nothing but himself,

fails to compliment me if I wear a new gown...

-Oh, and he never washes.

-Yeah, I know guys like that.

I like you, Lady Rani. You speak to me as a person, not a queen.

-Tell me of yourself.

-There's not much to tell, really.

-Are you married?

-Shut up!

Sorry. I mean, no, Your Majesty.

Well, you know, I'm only 17.

I am but 16 and wed.

Do you not have a sweetheart?

There must be one gentleman who occupies your thoughts.

There is someone I spend a lot of time with.

Wouldn't exactly call him a gentleman, though!

Where are we going?

St Michael's.

They've got a telephone.

-Clyde is doing well...

-CAWING

..but you're right, Captain,

he must be quicker.

We cannot keep the Time Window open much longer.

Now...what of Sarah Jane?

Odd. So much chronon energy...

I've checked upstairs - there's nobody there,

so it's got to be ghosts.

Not according to this, it isn't.

What is that? And where are you from exactly?

A long way away. And this measures energy fields, amongst other things.

The readings are very unusual.

-Who owns this house?

-The Tillotsons,

but they couldn't bear all the ghastly noises,

so they moved and locked the place up.

I'm rather handy with locks.

Oh, well, yeah.

You and me both.

Funny thing is,

it was 60 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but it's 41 in here.

Classic sign of ghosts.

What is it with you and ghosts?

Just curious.

No, there's more to it than that.

Nine weeks ago...

my mother, she...she... she passed over.

I'm sorry to hear that.

She disappeared from my life.

Father says she's gone, but she can't have gone...

not forever.

CLOCK CHIMES

Eight o'clock! That's it - that's when they say it starts.

-When what starts?

-The haunting!

It's supposed to happen each night at eight.

SOUND OF DOOR OPENING

-What was that?

-Shh.

Listen.

-WOMAN:

-So sorry I'm late, Mrs Bruce.

I know. Well, have a great evening.

See you about half eleven.

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

The stories are true.

There IS something strange in this house.

Yes...and it went that way.

MUSIC PLAYS The melody is so very pretty.

I shall never tire of hearing it.

Lady Rani, what are you doing?

Are you looking for something?

Sorry, Your Majesty. I'm meant to be.

It's complicated.

You can tell me.

We're friends now, are we not?

Of course we are.

What is it, Mistress Ellen?

It is ill tidings.

They say Mary and her army have reached London.

This was nailed to the door of St Paul's.

I fear to read it.

"On this the 19th day of July, 1553,

"Lady Mary makes just claim to the Crown of England...

"..and she calls upon all of her subjects to reject...

"any unlawful claimants."

Then I have no need of this...

..for I am no longer Queen. And if I am not Queen,

then I made false claim to the throne.

That makes me a traitor.

The punishment for traitors is death.

Right, phone, Georgie-boy?

This way.

Operator? Hello? Operator?

It's dead. The phone's completely dead. That's strange.

So what now? Is there any other way of getting help?

I remember Mr Porter saying something about ringing the church bell.

But that was only in a real emergency.

And what's this when it's at home?!

That's them! Quick!

THEY TALK IN GERMAN

Good morning.

I am Lieutenant Koenig. And you...are my prisoners.

I'm getting the same readings here.

RUNNING AND GIGGLING

What was that if it wasn't a ghost?

Old houses, they sometimes retain an echo of the past,

trapped within the very fabric of the building.

-WOMAN:

-Yeah, but I can't come out, Joe, not tonight, it's impossible.

-It's the same voice as in the hallway.

-Shh!

You know I've got to look after Ben and Katy.

Yes, I know, but... Yeah, all right, just chill out.

"Chill out"?! She said "chill out"?!

-What does it mean?

-Ghosts are supposedly an echo of the past.

But this person...

is from the future.

This doesn't happen. You lot shouldn't even be in this country.

Quite a statement...

from a negro.

Reduced to name-calling, are you?

You're just a gang of bullies, picking on others

for what they look like, and that is why you'll lose this war.

Underestimating the enemy through blind, stupid prejudice!

Kirsch, open the case.

This is what will guarantee certain victory for Germany.

Our technology is so far in advance of your pathetic efforts.

Oddest looking radio I've ever seen.

That's because it is so much more than a radio.

A transmitter then, maybe?

-What is that?

-It was discovered beneath the Rhineland.

The Fuhrer himself believes it to be Thor's Hammer.

Our scientists have found it to be a great source of power.

-Did you see that?

-See what?

Must be what that junk shop bloke's after -

something that can change history. You've got to give that to me!

Get back!

I've got work to do here, and you are getting in my way.

Bagar, tie them up and lock them in the vestry.

Los! Los!

They're going to execute her.

But she is only 16 and she hasn't done anything wrong.

We could all face the axe, my lady.

There must be something we can do.

Not tonight there isn't.

We shall see what the morning brings. Good night, Lady Rani.

Trent! Trent, are you there?

I hear you bring word from Sir Thomas.

(I have a letter.)

If this is what I think it is,

then I will not have to hide my true purpose for much longer.

Something's causing this time and the future to cross over,

which means there must be a trigger, somewhere in the house.

-You see, I was sent here to find an object.

-What object?

All I was told was it's made of metal

and it's interfering with the course of history, which...

which is a very dangerous thing.

So have you come to help?

-Well...

-Are you...from the future?

Yes, I am.

2010!

That's over 100 years from now. That's impossible!

GIGGLING

It's coming from in there.

GIGGLING GETS LOUDER

That machine's dangerous, I know it is.

And the hammer, that's what I'm here for, it's got to be.

Then we need to escape then, don't we?

If you hadn't noticed, we're both tied up and locked in.

Just reach into my pocket - I've got a penknife.

Way to go, Georgie-boy!

There's nothing here.

Nothing we can see.

-GIRL:

-Ben, don't! You mustn't! You know what Mum told us.

-BOY:

-Shut up, Katy! It's only a candle! Mum does it all the time.

But you mustn't! Please don't!

Sarah Jane, look!

It was 41 degrees downstairs, but it's 75 in here!

That's because this room, in the future,

is on fire!

CRACKLING

Tell Sir Thomas the deed will be done by daybreak.

(God speed, my lady.)

It is time to bid Lady Jane Grey farewell...

..for she dies tonight!

-Good...news! Ta-da!

-And more good news -

I know a way out that they don't.

There are benefits to being an altar boy.

-CLUNK!

-Was ist das?!

-I think they might have heard that!

-Clyde, quick!

-Ben, it's locked.

-Let me try.

-Ben, we're trapped.

-I can't stand it!

-CRACKLING

It's just like...

like that night!

Can't we save them?

Somehow, we have to find a way.

They're taking too long, Captain!

We need the Chronosteen now!

CAWING

And the sands have almost run through!

If Sarah Jane and her friends do not return soon,

they'll be trapped in the past...

..forever!

Lady Matilda?

The echoes of the future must be getting stronger.

-George?!

-Oh, am I glad to see you, Miss?!

-But they're all armed, remember?

-Yes, George...and so are we.

-It's going to begin again, isn't it?

-It has to.

We can't help those children unless we understand.

I'll burst in - you two bring up the rear.

You have condemned her to die.

Get after them!

The Time Window should have closed! The whole planet will be sucked in.

So he must have sent me to the wrong time.

The Sands of Time have run out, Captain.

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