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.

KLAXON ALARM BLARES

DEVICE BEEPS

BEEPING CONTINUES

KLAXON ALARM BLARES

What? Open!

You've got to open!

Two access discs?

METALLIC BANG >

Prepare to be incinerated!

Argh!

Human bodies!

Useless!

She is unconscious.

The veil has gone.

We will find him.

Oh, boy, it's looking like a beautiful morning on Mars today.

The dust storms have subsided, we've got a really clear view.

Mark, you'll never guess what mum's done.

-Hi there, guess what?

-Shh!

Hey, Ronnie, how are you?

Luke! Great, thanks, how's Oxford?

Just so brilliant.

Can you two keep it down? We need to time this to the second.

Mars probe, systems operational, continuing on programmed route.

-Is that Mars?

-It's the feed from the latest Mars robot probe.

Sarah Jane's about to upset NASA big time.

The Mars rover will be in sight of target in 20 seconds.

So, how's everybody doing at school?

Oh, you know, Clyde's still winding Dad up.

How are those uni mates getting on?

He says they live off baked beans and curry.

-Must be like living with the Slitheen.

-Get ready, Mr Smith.

Approaching point of visibility.

Jamming signal, now.

Hey, where did the signal go? We've lost contact with the probe.

Powering down NASA probe.

Well done, Mr Smith!

Looks like NASA just lost yet another Mars probe.

What was that, on the horizon?

An ancient civilisation, ancient and terrible.

Some of Mars' secrets are best left undiscovered.

Now that I'm not keeping an eye on her, Mum sabotages NASA probes.

She's so out of control.

Only the ones heading for trouble.

-So, guess what?

-What?

-What?

-Oh, where Mum's dragged my dad.

My name...

is Gita Chandra.

And I've seen aliens.

Welcome to the British UFO Research and Paranormal Studies Society,

Ealing branch.

Well, we've all seen them.

What were yours like?

Rhinoceros men.

And another one... like a lizard.

Nothing to see. Move along.

Oh, this is my husband, Haresh.

We both saw them.

Hello.

Oh, this is my card, by the way, Blooming Lovely.

Flowers for flower people.

I do love fresh flowers.

Oh, I do home deliveries. I've got a new ad in the Echo, you see.

And I was checking it out, when I saw your group advertised.

And I just had to come, Miss Waters, and tell you what I'd- we'd seen.

Oh, call me Ocean. So many people feel awkward,

even embarrassed, admitting to a close encounter, but we at BURPSS,

believe you should let it all out.

Well, I feel better for it.

Ealing is the centre of so much alien activity.

And Friday is our monthly UFO watch.

We had some very interesting sightings last time.

I'm Melvyn by the way.

Melvyn Minton, but call me Minty.

I'll be doing tomato and lentil soup.

Sounds thrilling(!)

Believe me, Mr Chandra, Ealing is a thrilling place.

The aliens are watching us,

and maybe just waiting for the right moment.

No, I'm not listening to you, no.

Gita, they're called BURPSS.

They're a bunch of wind bags.

Why do you believe to refuse to believe what you've seen with your own eyes?

I'm not denying aliens exist, but whatever they were doing here was a one-off.

-You're not going to see them again.

-Argh!

-What's wrong?

It was one of them!

The alien. The lizard one.

I swear to you, I saw it.

Oh, yes, very funny, yeah.

They ran into Sarah's drive.

-Now, you go and have a look, my darling.

-Me, what about you?

Hello?

Anybody there?

LEAVES RUSTLE

I warn you, I'm armed.

Haresh?

Dad, what are you doing?

I'm, I'm sorry. Gita thought she'd seen someone suspicious.

And you thought they needed a hand changing a tyre?

She thought she'd seen the, er,

lizard alien we saw at Genetec.

An alien? In my garden?!

-She dragged me to this UFO society this morning, BURPSS.

-Pardon me?

Exactly. I think it's got her imagination running wild.

-You know what your mother's like.

-Yeah, once she thought she saw Elvis at a Post Office.

Well, if I see any aliens, I'll be sure to let Gita know.

Actually, please, keep it to yourself.

Gita's had enough close encounters.

LEAVES RUSTLE

See you later, Rani.

-Macaroni cheese for tea.

-Oh, great.

I thought you said your dad's macaroni cheese

was like eating superglue?

-We should go back up to the attic, use Mr Smith.

-What for? Androvax?

No way. Look, the Judoon took him prisoner, he's not coming back here.

Why would he?

It's like your dad said, your mum's just seeing thing.

On the other hand, Androvax is a genocidal killer

who destroyed 12 worlds, let alone the nasty habit he has of jumping into other people's bodies.

So if he is here, that can only be trouble.

-Which is why we should ask Mr Smith for help now.

-I don't need Mr Smith.

I can do a scan right here.

-Oh, that is not good.

-No, it isn't, is it, Androvax?

-When did he get her?

-It only takes a second for Androvax to take a body.

Mr Smith, I need you. Now!

Rani, I sense you're not quite yourself today.

You're just as annoying you were the last time I was here.

And I hoped we had seen the last of you then.

-I don't mean you harm.

-What?

That's why you jumped into Rani, is it? Get out of her, you freak.

Didn't expect a warm welcome.

You're right, whatever it is you want, I remember

exactly what it's like having you under my skin, now release her.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Sarah Jane Smith,

I need your help.

My hearing must be going.

Did Androvax, the destroyer of worlds, just ask us for help?

Like we're going to swallow that!

I released the young female. Call it a token of my integrity.

Mr Smith, containment vortex.

Well call that a token of my not being taken for a fool.

I'm going to salvage what's left of my Saturday at badminton.

Are you coming or sticking to space shuttles instead of shuttlecocks?

Enjoy your game, my darling.

I don't suppose you'll be able to play, once the lizard people make us all their slaves.

Hello? Is that Ocean?

It's Gita Chandra. Yes, that's right.

Guess what?

I've seen them again. Here!

In Bannerman Road.

You won't get out of there,

so you can forget any idea of body-jumping any of us.

The taking of body gives me more strength. A little more time.

For what, what's wrong with you?

What if he's putting it on?

No. He's ill. Really ill.

-I felt it.

-'I'm detecting the poison of the moxolon swamp viper.'

The Judoon have a prison on one of the swamp worlds of the Calysteral Cluster.

-20 million square sentons of stinking quagmire.

-Sounds lovely(!)

Not many escape from there.

'Swamp viper toxin is fatal.

'Androvax is dying.'

I don't have much time. I need you to help me. Help save my people.

Your species is dead,

your planet turned into a ball of ice when its star died.

At my trial,

they told me before our planet was destroyed my people launched a ship.

Aboard it were 100 of my kind in cryogenic sleep, but they crashed.

-On Earth?

-40 years ago.

-Androvax?

-'I'm reading heightened pulse rates.

-'And increasing blood pressure.'

-In prison,

I met a Bookan Pirate,

who'd acquired the activator disc to a vault here on Earth.

That's where the ship now rests.

Hold on, who puts a crashed space ship into a vault?

Just how big is that going to be?

The vault needs two discs.

I need Mr Smith to help me

crack the vault's second code. You've got to help me.

I have destroyed 12 planets, 12 civilisations,

please help me save just one.

You can't trust him, Sarah Jane. You of all people know that.

Of course I do. Androvax taking control of my body

was one of the worst experiences of my life, but I was inside his mind

just as much as he was in mine.

I felt his pain. His grief.

He raged against the universe for taking his people.

And almost destroyed Earth.

I know.

But if that is a vault, and there is a chance of saving a species,

whatever Androvax has done, I can't ignore them!

Hello, Sarah.

These are my friends, Ocean and Minty.

They sound like a toothpaste.

Lovely to meet you.

We are BURPSS.

Oh, better out than in, I'm sure.

British UFO Research and Paranormal Study Society, Ealing branch.

I don't have much time for flying saucers, unless they've got a cup of tea on board.

-And actually, we're in a hurry.

-We understand there's been an alien sighting.

Mum? It was someone messing about.

I know what I saw, Rani.

There was an alien, and it ran right up your drive, Sarah.

Well, I'm very proud of my begonias.

I didn't realise they were a cosmic must-see.

We're very used to scepticism, Miss Smith.

They just want to do some tests.

Invented this myself.

Anything that passes through the outer layer of the atmosphere

picks up beta particles, including extraterrestrial visitors.

-This will find them.

-An alien detector, how clever.

Have you thought of taking it on Dragons' Den?

Promise you we won't damage anything.

Do you really think that gizmo could find Androvax?

Ooh. Pretty sure it won't now.

It was working properly this morning, honestly.

Have you got another one?

How creepy is this place?

St Jude's Hospital.

It's not a hospital. It's an asylum.

Judging from the signs outside, someone still owns this place.

Along with a vault big enough to hide a spaceship?

Well, the vault must be hyper-dimensional.

Which means, exactly?

Well, the entrance might be here on Earth,

but the vault itself is somewhere else.

What, big enough for a veil ship?

And maybe more besides.

But if this ship crashed on Earth and now it's in some sort of vault...

-Who put it there?

-That's what I'd like to find out.

And maybe the answer is through here.

ALARM BEEPS

The asylum has been compromised.

Take us back.

Oh, I could do with some light down here.

Some people have a sonic lipstick.

Me, I've got a light-up torch.

If you ask me,

the other side of this door is not a place you want to be.

Well, let's find out.

The lights are motion-activated.

Uh-oh!

I think we just found where Daddy Bear sleeps

with Mummy Bear and Baby Bear.

Come on.

The question is, where are their occupants?

I don't think this equipment ever belonged to the NHS.

It's alien.

I'm sure that's a transmap device, but there's no power to it.

Rani...

Well, someone really needs a scrap book.

Some of these go back to the 1950s.

Why would aliens keep newspaper clippings about UFOs?

ETs with big egos.

1972, that's Ocean Waters.

Mum's friend. She was kidnapped by aliens?

That must be why she started BURPSS.

If only if she'd had a better name for it,

people might have taken her more seriously.

Come on.

Picking up more alien energies.

-The vault?

-Could be.

Do you know what I'm thinking? Is this a good idea?

Is a whole race of body-popping aliens

something that the universe really needs?

Androvax did some terrible things, but that doesn't mean his

-entire species is better off extinct.

-Stay where you are!

Boy, men in black!

So, where's Will Smith?

My name is Sarah Jane Smith.

Thank you for the introduction,

but all I'm interested in is the activator disc.

Well, unlike you, I prefer to know who I'm dealing with.

My name is Dread. Mr Dread.

Well, you don't sound like any bundle of laughs, that's for sure.

ELECTRONIC PULSING

The veil is not among you.

The veil? Androvax says this could save his species, but they're held

here in a hyper-dimensional vault.

Now, would you know anything about that, Mr Dread?

These are off-world matters.

Humans are irrelevant.

Earth is my planet.

And believe me, that makes me very relevant.

Now, where is the other disc?

We do not have it. Its security is assured.

One alone is useless.

Give me the activator disc, and bring me the veil,

or prepare to be incinerated.

Oh, that's, er...

That's handy!

They're androids. Get back!

ELECTRONIC CRACKLING

It doesn't work, run!

Come on!

Without the second activator disc, they are irrelevant.

If they present a danger...

we will cauterise it!

-We just met your friend, Mr Dread.

-The man in black?

Yeah, he's an android with a laser-blaster up his sleeve.

Thanks for mentioning that.

Androids dressed in black?

They were instruments of the Alliance of Shades.

Which is what?

An alien initiative to inhibit human awareness of extraterrestrial life.

The men in black operated in the period 1953 to 1972.

During this time, they reputedly wiped the memories of people who

encountered aliens, and engineered the disposal of off-world debris.

Apparently into a hyper-dimensional vault,

which the men in black are still guarding.

'72? That's when Ocean Waters was abducted.

We need to find out everything we can about Mr Dread.

We should talk to Miss Waters.

Searching for her address now, Sarah Jane.

If they have wiped her memory, you will learn nothing.

-But if I come with you...

-No.

If I take her body, I will find her memories.

-She will be unharmed.

-I can't ask anyone to let you take them over.

-It will be her choice.

-I know what I'd say.

Anyway, I'd freak the minute I saw him.

-Mr Smith, deactivate the containment vortex.

-What are you doing?

Androvax will have to travel there in me.

Old friends, reunited.

No!

If something goes wrong with this, we need you.

Take me, Androvax.

Do it now.

Clyde?

Ocean Waters?

Well, Miss Smith, this is a surprise.

I'm afraid our alien hunt was something of a lost cause.

A minor malfunction.

I don't really understand it.

The by-conductor is working.

Yes. That's working, all right!

Well, my visit is more of a professional nature.

I'm a journalist and, given your expertise in the field of Ufology,

I was wondering what you could tell me about men in black?

And have you ever met Mr Dread?

You've seen him?

I don't believe it!

This is... You've seen him?

He must be so old now?

He's surprisingly sprightly, but, Ocean, I need you to tell me what

you know about him, and why are you so pleased?

Because it proves he exists, that I'm not mad!

No-one would ever believe me.

About the abduction, about the men in black -

it's been almost 40 years.

Sometimes, I've even asked myself if I was mad.

-You remember, then?

-Not the details.

Nothing you could call evidence.

That's what they do to you. When I try to remember,

my head, it just gets filled with this bright green glow.

But I remember him. Mr Dread. Nothing can wipe out that face.

That's why she founded BURPSS. It's been her life.

Trying to find some way of proving what really happened to her.

BEEPING

Oh, my...

My...

I don't think Mr Dread just wiped your memory, Ocean,

I think he left something with you for safe keeping in 1972.

Somehow this has always felt so special.

I have no idea where it came from, where I bought it, or found it.

It's just always felt so precious.

I haven't taken it off in 40 years.

Androvax, no!

HIGH PITCHED BUZZING

It's picking up aliens! It's working.

Prepare to be incinerated.

It's you! Argh!

Wait till BURPSS hear about this.

-They'll kill my mum.

-But we will save your planet.

-You want to get a new motor, mate.

-Thank you, I'll take this one.

-You mean, if something's going to happen, it's going to happen?

-Yeah.

You don't need my mum, you can take me.

But you still help me,

when the rebirth of my civilisation means the end of yours?

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