The Curse of Clyde Langer 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 extra terrestrial super computer in the wall.

'Her son, a genetically engineered boy genius,

'a school girl investigator across the road,

'her adopted daughter from another world,

'and a whole universe of adventure, right here on the doorstep.'

-Ready?

-Always.

Where were you the day of the storm?

You know the one I mean.

No-one's ever going to forget that day.

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

'I was at school.'

So then, Clyde. Your starter for ten...

What are the parallels between the fall of the French aristocracy in the 1790s

-and the credit crunch of 2008?

-Hmmm?

-Well, Mrs Pittman always says history can teach us stuff about the present.

-Yeah?

Hey!

The Silver Bullet?

Every crook is a target in Blood River City.

-Hey, this is good.

-Do think so?

Yeah. Really good. Don't see how he'll get you through your exam.

But this is what I'm going to do when I finish school. Comics.

The Silver Bullet's just one idea.

Wait till you see Susie June Jones, alien slayer.

Susie June Jones.

You're joking. Tell me you're joking.

Well, Sky, I hope you'll enjoy life at Park Vale.

Luke certainly flourished here.

I like to learn stuff. There's lots I don't know yet.

That's a very healthy attitude.

These days, too many students think they know it all.

Oh, Sky's a keen student.

Clyde says I'm a bright spark.

CRACKLING NOISES

What on Earth?!

Haresh, there seems to be a trout on your windowsill.

Excuse me, Sarah Jane, Sky.

Some of our pupils have an over-developed sense of humour.

SLAPPING NOISES

Did you hear that?

What's that?

-Oh boy!

-What's this all about?

Now this looks dead fishy.

Mr Smith, I need you!

Yes, Sarah Jane. How can I help you?

Have you got a good recipe for the biggest fish pie in history?

I have been monitoring reports of the unusual storm over London.

I love this planet.

When you think you get fish in the sea, they start coming out the sky.

There have been many reports of fish raining from the sky.

-There is a meteorological explanation.

-You mean it's natural?

Storms and tornadoes suck fish out of the water into the upper atmosphere.

They freeze, then later, they come raining down.

But those fish are small. Wouldn't satisfy next door's cat.

Mr Smith, the fish today, they were this big.

No? Well, still not natural.

-Mr Smith, I want you to scan for alien energies.

-Of course.

Oh, and, Mr Smith, better cast your net pretty wide. SHE LAUGHS

-Oh, don't encourage him.

-I'm glad Sky turned up.

Finally there's someone here who appreciates my comic genius.

Sarah Jane, you may be interested to know that the Museum of Culture

is currently staging an exhibition of totem poles.

Among them is what has become known as the Totem of the Lost Tribe.

Oh, my dad wants to see that.

Said they found in a cave, like it had been hidden.

-I still don't get the connection.

-It was discovered in the Mojave Desert.

A legend surrounding its discovery suggests when it was first removed from the cave,

a storm came out of nowhere, and it rained fish.

-What's in a museum?

-Dead things, mostly.

And people like to look at dead things? Isn't that a bit weird?

-If you ask me, yeah.

-Museums help preserve our past, Sky.

-They're fascinating places. You'll see.

-Mum and Dad met in a museum.

How romantic. Though I never saw your mum as the museum type.

-It was raining.

-Ah.

You got any spare change? Enough for a sandwich? Please?

-Yes, sure, here. Get a bacon butty or something.

-Cheers.

-Why did she want money?

-Because she's a scrounger.

-Why did you give her some?

-Cos it's probably not her fault.

-Isn't it pretty?

-I think the word you're looking for is creepy.

Look at those faces.

There really shouldn't be anything sinister about a totem pole.

They were a kind of storybook carved from cedar trees to represent

-myths or family histories.

-Glad they're not my family.

You're a funny-looking bunch, aren't you? Owww! Splinter!

We would rather you didn't touch the exhibits.

Sorry, Clyde didn't mean any harm.

Clyde Langer. I'm sorry. I just love art. Even when it does bite back.

Well, it looks like you came off worse.

-Oh, did you get a splinter, you big baby?

-My name's Sarah Jane Smith.

-I'm a journalist.

-Dr Samantha Madigan.

I run the anthropology department here.

I suppose you've made the connection between the totem pole

-and fish raining from the skies?

-It WAS the totem pole?

-Of course not.

-She's not really with us.

-My daughter has quite a sense of humour.

-Do I?

Have to say, I couldn't have wished for a better publicity stunt.

-Maybe Hetocumtek is on our side.

-I'm sorry? Why Hetocumtek?

Legend says Hetocumtek was a vicious warrior god who descended

from the skies and tried to enslave the people of the Great Plains.

But, the story goes that the tribes' greatest medicine men

came together and tricked him, imprisoning him in a totem pole.

-This totem pole?

-Well, 'tis only a story. Now, if you'll excuse me...

So what do you think, Sarah Jane? Hetocumtek -

-warrior god or nasty alien?

-Aliens masquerading as gods?

It wouldn't be the first time.

But I don't really believe in the magical powers of medicine men...

..and according to my scans, there's no alien energy here.

So if anything alien did cause today's shower of fish,

it wasn't this totem pole or Hetocumtek.

-Gotcha!

-Come on.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Hello, love. Was that Sarah Jane giving you a lift?

Yeah, me and Rani were helping her mum at the shop

-and Sarah Jane dropped by.

-Oh, that's nice. Did you see the fish?

-Yeah.

That's school dinners sorted for the next week.

-Could've come battered with chips, though.

-They're saying it's some freak weather.

Anyway, I hate fish. When it's raining chocolate, let me know.

I'll go and set the table.

Oh, who needs chocolate when I've got my little Clydey?

Ah, the day it starts raining Clyde Langers, that'll be a miracle.

Sleep easy, Blood River City. The Silver Bullet is watching your back.

The End. Clyde Langer.

Step aside, Batman.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Morning! What's the weather forecast today, then? Raining cats and dogs?

Sunny and bright, apparently. Not a halibut in sight.

Mr Smith hasn't been able to find anything to suggest an alien energy.

So maybe for once we can stand down.

Do you want to meet a hero who never stands down?

The Silver Bullet!

-Did you do this?

-Of course. What do you think?

-It's good.

It's really good. Is this what you want to do? I mean, after school?

Yeah, well, drawing's about the only thing I'm any good at, so...

Don't do yourself down. You're bright.

But there's no doubt art really is your thing!

And I love comics, so I thought, why not?

Look out, Stan Lee, here comes Clyde Langer.

Rocket scientist or whatever is fine if you're a super-brain like Luke.

-But me...

-What do you mean, "super-brain"?

-He is, isn't he?

-He's a genius.

-Yes, but the way you say it, it's a bad thing.

As if there's something wrong.

No. Sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. Luke's my best mate.

-Are you all right?

-No.

To be honest, I'm sick of the way you're always making fun of my son.

Sarah Jane, what's going on?

All you've ever done is tell him

how uncool he was, what a geek, a freak he was.

And all the time you're wasting your time with rubbish like this?!

My son is worth a hundred of you!

-And I've had just about as much as I'm going to take!

-Sarah Jane?

-Get out! Now! Take your stupid comic book with you!

-What's going on?

-I don't get it.

-Get out!

-This is crazy!

-You want crazy?

-I'll give you crazy!

-No!

-Hey, what's going on?

-It's Sarah Jane.

-She's just gone completely mental.

-What are you talking about?

Ah, Clyde Langer!

-You get away from me!

-What?

-Leave my daughter alone!

-What's going on? What did I do? I didn't do anything!

-Dad...

-keep him away from me!

-We're mates.

-Keep away from her!

-You're no friend of my daughter.

-This is mad. We're friends!

You're mad if you think I'd be any friend of yours. I hate you!

Rani...

I'll give you ten seconds. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter.

Understood? As far as school goes...you're excluded.

You can't do that.

Something's got at you. Both of you.

And Sarah Jane. I don't know what it is.

But none of it's real. Think about it...please!

-I haven't done anything!

-You're out of time!

Come anywhere near me again, I'm calling the police.

All right, I'm gone. But there's something going on here.

-And I'm going to fix it.

-You do what you like.

But I don't want to see you again! Not ever!

Sarah Jane, are you all right?

Yes, Mr Smith. I'm fine.

I am detecting an exceptionally high oscillation of beta brainwaves

suggesting intense anger.

-No, Mr Smith. I don't think so.

-Oh. How curious.

-Your beta brainwave activity is now normal.

-Sarah Jane. How do I look?

-Oh, you look marvellous! I'm so proud of you.

-Why?

-Because I put the school uniform on right?

-No, no.

Because you're on your way to school,

and you've barely been on Earth a month.

And I know this must all seem so strange to you,

but you're very brave, Sky.

Why do I have to be brave at school? Will people try and hurt me there?

No. No. No-one's going to try to hurt you.

Well, it will seem strange,

and you're going to be mixing with lots of new people.

-It's going to be so exciting.

-You see, that's what I mean.

-Oh, you're going to be brilliant.

-Will you be lonely without me today?

Well, actually,

I was thinking I might pay another visit to the museum.

-I thought you said the totem pole wasn't alien.

-No, no, it isn't.

This is professional interest.

Mr Smith, has anyone run a story on the mythological connection

between the shower of fish and the totem pole?

-It appears not, Sarah Jane.

-Perfect.

While I'm getting my scoop, you'll be making new friends at school.

-And don't worry, Rani will always be close by if you need her.

-And Clyde.

-SHOUTS:

-You keep away from him!

-Why?

Just do as I say. Keep away from him.

-Don't go anywhere near him. Do you hear me?!

-Yes, Sarah Jane.

I don't ever want to hear his name again!

-Excuse me, but has Clyde upset you?

-And that goes for you, too!

In fact, I want you to put your sensors on a permanent scan for him.

If he ever sets foot in Bannerman Road again,

I want you to deal with him.

-Understood, Sarah Jane.

-Sky! Come on! School.

Luke? It's Clyde.

Look, I'm getting freaked out here. Something's....

Luke...

No, no, listen to me! I'm your friend! There's something...

It's got to you, too.

Luke!

This is not happening. This is not happening.

-Had enough of sixth form, then?

-You all right, Steve?

-So, what, too busy to come and play football with your mates?

-Yeah.

-Sort of. I'm sorry. How's your job-hunting going?

-Yeah. Great.

Got a Chelsea scout coming down this afternoon to watch me play,

Quarter of a million a week, choice of my own WAG -

Girls Aloud, Saturdays, you name it. It's brilliant, isn't it?

-I'm sorry, mate.

-Fancy a kickabout?

Stuff to do. But, listen, Steve.

-It was nice to see you, man.

-No worries.

Look, I tell you what, I'll put in a good word for you.

I'll say, "Listen, Cheryl, I got a friend, Clyde Langer...

-"He used to be all right."

-Steve?

"Now in sixth form. Thinks he's better than his mates."

No. No, you've got it all wrong. You said my name! They all said my name!

Steve! Listen to me, OK.

This is going to sound crazy, but there's something wrong with my name!

-It's like it's cursed!

-We'll fix that!

-No, Steve.

You don't want to do this, OK? This isn't you. Just listen to me...

And that's what I'll do to you.

Get him! Stop him! He's getting away.

-Where did he go?

-Got to go somewhere.

-Look, come on!

Now what?

Oh, excuse me.

-Hi, Dr Madigan.

-Hello. Weren't you here yesterday?

-Yeah.

Look, you're an expert on totem poles and Native American stuff, right?

-And stuff. Lots of stuff, yes.

-Do you know anything about curses?

Native American curses? The most famous is the Curse of Tippecanoe.

It was, or is, a curse on the Presidents of the United States.

What about a curse that makes all your friends turn on you?

I'm sorry?

-I have to go.

-I'd advise you to keep your distance from him.

Sarah Jane, please, listen to me. This is some sort of curse.

You're serious? You think you've been cursed?

-He's a trouble-maker.

-He's clearly distressed.

All day, every one of my friends has been turning against me.

-I think it's something to do with my name.

-Don't waste your time.

-Your name? It's Clyde, isn't it?

-No, don't!

-Clyde Langer.

It's not just people that know me. It's everybody!

I think you'd better leave. Or do I have to call security?

-What did I tell you?

-Is there a problem, Doctor?

-Get him out of here.

-Right, out.

-No! It's the totem pole!

Oi! That's enough! Get him, lads!

Sarah Jane! Please remember me! I'm your friend!

Police? I want to make a complaint. I'm being harassed.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum...

Where've you been?

Just out. Why?

You're always lying about where you've been...

-No, Mum...

-More lies. Always lies.

Mum, whatever you're thinking, it's not real.

You've seen my name. It's messing with your head.

Don't touch me. How can I ever trust you?

-Always skulking around, keeping secrets.

-But this isn't real.

-I haven't done anything.

-I don't want you here.

I don't want to look at you, hear you.

I feel like I've had my soul torn out of me.

I didn't do this. It's not my fault.

Tell me what it is I've done! Tell me what I've lied...

You can't, can you? You can't because it's all a trick.

You've all been tricked - you, Sarah Jane, Rani. Everybody.

Yeah, I was tricked, all right. Life tricked me. The day you were born.

-I've had enough now. And I want you out of here. Out of my life!

-No!

You don't mean that! SIRENS

Mum, I love you. Please, don't do this.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Police, open up.

-Don't answer it!

-And you wonder why I want you out of my life?

I haven't done anything. It's the curse! It's taking everything over!

He's through there.

We're not alone now. We got each other.

-ECHOING VOICES:

-'Oh, Clyde, you are brilliant.'

-'We are a team, Sarah Jane.'

BANGS ON DOOR

CLYDE SOBS

Are you all right?

Come with me.

Hiya. Sleep all right?

You'll get used to it. At least it's dry.

What was he thinking? Kipping out in the rain? Want to get sick?

Like things can get any worse.

If you want to try pneumonia, go for it.

No, look, I'm sorry. This is all...sort of new to me.

But thanks for bringing me here.

I saw you the other day.

-You gave me a couple of quid.

-Oh, outside the museum?

-Sorry, I didn't recognise you.

-Course not. People don't look.

-Scared they might catch something.

-No. It's not that.

I saw them chuck you out.

What did you do, unravel a bit of a mummy to blow your nose?

-That's not the only place I got thrown out.

-Look,

if you've had a row with your folks, go home.

With any luck, you'll be nice and warm in bed tonight.

-Spare us a thought.

-Yeah, but I've got no-one. My mum, my friends...

they're history. You're the first person that hasn't turned on me.

I'm Ellie Faber. What about you?

Enrico.

Enrico...Box.

OK.

-What are you doing?

-Having a clear-out.

-There's too much clutter in this attic.

-But those are Clyde's things.

He should've taken them with him.

I don't understand. What did he do to upset you so much?

Listen to me, Sky, and remember - I don't want to hear his name again,

and I don't want you to have anything to do with him. Clear?

-Yeah.

-Good.

-So how long have you been living like this?

-Two years.

-Time doesn't mean much here.

-How?

My dad died, and my mum married again.

Let's just say it didn't work out for me. OK?

I'm sorry.

Doesn't matter. You grow up fast out here.

-There's a load of stuff that happens...

-What sort of stuff?

It's like everywhere else. There's good people, and there's bad...

And there's the Night Dragon.

-What's that?

-Sometimes people disappear.

I mean, how bad is that? We've already vanished once.

-Maybe they find somewhere to go?

-And don't tell anybody they're going?

They're just gone.

And then the next morning people say "the Night Dragon took them".

And they never come back.

School chips... best chips in the world.

The menu said there was toad in the hole. Mr Smith said there are

500 species of toad. When I asked which one we were having,

the dinner lady didn't seem very pleased.

So Mr Smith gave you a basic grounding for starting school

by telling you about toads, and nothing about school dinners?

Sounds just like him.

I think he's nervous of me.

He doesn't like me too close, in case I blow his circuits.

He'll get used to you. You're one of the gang now.

-Like Clyde?

-Don't say that!

He was your friend... and Sarah Jane's.

No-one can tell me why you all turned on Clyde!

I don't feel well.

I looked you up on the internet.

You have a reputation for investigating strange phenomena.

So I thought maybe you'd come across something like this before.

-What happened?

-According to our security guard,

lightning burst out of the totem pole.

-That's impossible.

-Of course...

but I'm almost thinking there's truth in the legend after all.

But it was dead...

The myth says the medicine men

trapped the god Hetocumtek in the totem pole,

but warns that Hetocumtek would find a way to escape

if ever the totem pole fell back into the hands of men.

That's why it was hidden in a cave in Death Valley?

-Well, it's only a legend.

-PHONE RINGS

No...

Dr Madigan, I think it might be best

-to close the exhibition for a while. Just as a precaution.

-Of course.

You got any spare change, mate?

So you do this every day? Even in the rain?

Well, you're hungry, I'm hungry.

It's either this or going through the bins.

Yeah, I've done that too.

Have you got any spare change, mate?

You sound like you're flogging china down the market. Too cocky.

It's not cocky, it's charisma.

Whoever heard of a homeless person with charisma?

This is how it goes, isn't it?

Everything you ever were, everything you ever wanted to be,

it just gets worn away till there's nothing left.

The people that make it were always fighters. Survivors.

I'm one of them. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've done.

-Creatures I've seen.

-Creatures? Are you into wildlife, then?

Yeah. It was a wild life.

Let's go get something to eat.

-MR SMITH:

-Are you all right, Sarah Jane?

Yeah...

Something about that totem pole. It's alive, Mr Smith, I saw it.

Just for a moment. I know I did.

There's something terrible.

It must have been dormant on your first visit to the museum.

But there are now energies building around the totem pole.

But why? That's what worries me.

That's Max. He used to be a boxer, then he got too old.

He's been on the streets years.

That woman in the duffel coat...

Polish, came over to get married. Got dumped. Can't get home.

Polly the Porsche worked in the City.

Always telling everyone what she used to drive.

-Now she pushes everything she's got around in an old trolley.

-No way.

All of them, ignoring us on the street.

They wouldn't believe how easy it could be.

One day it just all falls apart, and you're here.

Steven's Point. Getting hand-outs.

All right, Mags? How's the tea leaves?

Hello, love.

This is Mystic Mags. This is my friend, Rico.

If you want the lottery numbers, she's your girl.

Mock - but there's strange things in the air.

-Yeah. Like fish.

-Something bad's coming!

-You mean the Night Dragon?

-Aagh! The dragon's coming.

I can see it in the leaves.

It's always in the leaves, before one of us is taken.

But this isn't no dragon. Something else.

And it's put its mark on you.

-What?

-There's a curse on you, and everyone what knows you.

-Cut it out, Mags.

-She's right.

-She's right, I'm cursed.

-What are you talking about?

I'm only ever going to get you into trouble, Ellie.

Thanks for trying to help me. But you can't, no-one can.

Hey, wait...!

-Rico... Rico, wait!

-My name's not Rico!

What? Your name's not really Enrico Box? Who'd have guessed(?)

-It doesn't matter.

-I can't tell you my name.

-She was right.

-What, you're cursed? Look at ME.

Welcome to the club!

-Loser!

-Watch it...

See? You can't be cursed. You're my lucky charm.

SNARLING

-Are you coming down with something?

-No, I'm fine.

You've not said a word since we left the shops. Come on, what's wrong?

Rani... Love, what is it?

I don't know.

It's like something's wrong...

It feels like...I've lost something really special, only...

I don't know what it is.

-That doesn't make any sense.

-I know it doesn't. And it's driving me mad.

But I can't shake it.

It's like... nothing's right any more.

My whole life, Dad, it's like...

it's like it's not me any more.

SHE SNIFFS

So, how are you settling in with Sarah Jane? Have you met Luke yet?

He's such a lovely boy. He was such big friends with...

-Mrs Langer...?

-This keeps happening to me.

Something comes into my head, and... I don't know what.

It's like, a part of my world has gone and...I don't know what it is.

-Is it Clyde?

-Don't use that name in my house!

-Why? I don't understand.

Everybody's turned against him, but nobody can tell me why!

-Just be glad he's gone!

-But Clyde's your son. Don't you love him?

-I told you, don't say that name!

-It's just a name, Mrs Langer.

-Clyde is your son's name.

-It hurts! Stop saying it!

That's it... It's his name, his name's doing all this...

It's going to be all right, Mrs Langer. Somehow, I promise.

GROWLING AND SNARLING

THUNDER CRACKS

I've never seen so much thunder and lightning.

It's like flippin' Transylvania. Just wetter.

Why didn't we go back to Camp Cardboard?

The streets make people superstitious.

Mystic Mags will have told everyone you're "cursed".

Well?

Well, what we need here is paper.

Where were you the day of the storm?

You know the one I mean. No-one's ever going to forget that day.

I was at school.

I was on the street, and then this fish drops between my feet.

Splat!

It was totally random.

Well, at least you had something to eat.

Yeah, like I know what to do with a fish.

Might as well have rained bricks.

-Someone said it was a weird weather thing.

-Yeah, I heard that, too.

So, what if the fish was some sort of sign...

that something bad was coming, like Mystic Mags said?

-Worse than the Night Dragon?

-Yeah, really bad.

I've been through bad stuff in my life...

-Maybe it doesn't matter now.

-I don't understand.

For two years, I've been telling myself I'll get off the street.

I'll get on some sort of scheme. Get a job, get a flat.

Get my life back.

Meet a nice boy.

That was my dream. Now it's starting to come true.

THUNDER CRACKS

ROARING AND GROANING

It feels like someone has died? But you don't know who?

-It's like someone special has been taken from you?

-Yeah, that's it.

-That's exactly it.

-I've been feeling it, too.

-What's going on?

-Something really weird.

The only thing I can think is it's something to do with the totem pole.

There's an energy in it, it's been dormant

but it's getting stronger.

Getting stronger?! Since when?

Oh, some time after we all went to the museum.

-Argh!

-Since Clyde touched the totem pole?

-Since he got that splinter?

-Don't say that name!

Mr Smith, I need you!

-What are you doing?!

-It's the only way I can make you listen to me!

Mr Smith, when Clyde got the splinter from the totem pole,

-could it have activated it?

-Stop saying that!

-It is conceivable.

-None of this makes sense, Sky.

You turning your back on Clyde doesn't make sense!

Even his mum's thrown him out. She feels the same as you and Rani,

like something's been torn from her life,

-and she can't remember what it is!

-Well, it isn't him! I hate him!

Why, Rani? Think about it!

You both love Clyde.

You'd never turn your backs on him.

The only way this could happen is some alien messing with your heads.

-Clyde needs us.

-Stop saying that name! Please!

Sarah Jane, your reaction to his name suggests that Sky is correct.

You have been subjected to a psychophonic programming,

possibly designed to keep Clyde isolated.

-Well, say that's true. Why?

-Because Hetocumtek needs Clyde.

What if it's found a way to escape?

The longer Clyde's out there, the more powerful it's getting.

The legend said that if the totem pole fell

back into the hands of men, then Hetocumtek would escape.

The hands of men!

Clyde got a splinter!

It's a curse and you've got to break it!

That name. Just the sound of it, it's agony.

It hurts!

His name's the key.

His mum couldn't say it. Maybe if you can, it will break the curse.

Oh, it's no good.

You've got to! We've got to find Clyde!

It's the only way of stopping Hetocumtek escaping!

-We can do this, Rani.

-It's just a name. We can say it, right?

-OK...

-Say it! Say it! Come on. Clyde Langer! Clyde Langer!

Clyde...

Clyde...

Clyde...

Clyde!

-Clyde...

-Clyde Langer!

-Clyde...

-Clyde Langer!

-Clyde Langer!

BOTH: Clyde Langer! Clyde Langer!

Oh! Clyde Langer!

Oh...

Now the most important thing is we get Clyde back!

ROARING AND GROWLING

Look. What do you think?

That's brilliant.

I thought I could do this, like a street artist.

We could go to Covent Garden

and people will pay to have their portraits drawn.

-On the back of old paper bags?

-No, I'll get a drawing pad.

I've got the pencils. I'm telling you, Ellie, we can do this.

We can get off the streets together.

Stay here. I'm going to go and get us a coffee to share.

I feel like celebrating.

TYRES SCREECH OK.

Clyde!

Sarah Jane!

Rani?

Clyde!

SHE LAUGHS

I'm so sorry. What have I done?

We've been looking for you all night.

Thank Sky. The curse didn't affect her.

-She fought so hard for you.

-Thank you, Sparky.

Something alien is trapped in the totem pole.

And somehow it's using you to get free.

-If it does, we are in trouble.

-We need you back at the attic.

I've got to wait for someone - my friend!

There isn't time! We have to go!

I can't leave. You don't understand.

We have to go, Clyde! We have to go. Please!

-Ellie!

-Oh...

-Ellie!

-Clyde, listen to me!

That thing could break free at any moment!

I'm coming back.

-MR SMITH:

-Clyde. Welcome back. Sarah Jane, I have hacked into

a passing Chorium trading vessel's transmat systems.

-Mr Smith, do it!

-Locking onto the Culture Museum.

Bringing totem pole to the attic...now.

ROARING AND GROANING

The psychophonic curse must be reversed.

THUNDER CRACKS

Do as I told you, Clyde. Now!

ROARING GETS LOUDER

It's fighting back!

THEY SCREAM

What's happening?

Clyde, you're the only one that can stop all this!

THUNDER BOOMS

You tried to ruin my life.

To take away everything and everyone that was most important to me.

But I'm a survivor and you failed, you big plank.

IT SNARLS

My name's Clyde Langer!

My name...is Clyde Langer!

My name...is CLYDE LANGER!

Team Sarah Jane?

THEY LAUGH

Mum?

I love you, Clyde.

-She's not here.

-London's a big city, Clyde. Ellie could be anywhere.

I've got to find her. Come on, let's try Steven's Point.

Her name's Ellie.

16 or 17, with a green coat.

Have you seen this girl?

-Have you seen Ellie?

-No, sorry, mate.

-Have you seen this girl?

-Nah.

She was the only friend I had when...when you all turned on me.

And now she thinks I abandoned her like everyone else has.

But I haven't!

I won't, not ever.

-I will find her.

-I know, Clyde.

I just can't believe, after all the things we've seen,

the most alien world of all is right here.

And no-one knows. Because they don't want to.

Mate, have you seen this girl?

-No, mate.

-All right. Thanks anyway.

We can find her, can't we?

We've got Mr Smith. We find aliens.

We help them get home, right across the universe.

We can help Ellie, can't we? We can find her.

Clyde. Look.

"Ellie Faber".

It wasn't her name. She just took it off an old poster.

The Night Dragon took her.

What, that was the Night Dragon? A truck?

Comes by every so often.

The drivers will sometimes give you a lift,

Glasgow, Dublin, France, Germany...

they go all over the place.

It's another chance. That's why people go.

She's gone.

She meant a lot to you, didn't she?

Come on. Let's go home.

Luke! Oh, welcome home!

Hi, I'm Joseph Serf.

-Something weird happened.

-He glitched.

Enhancing...

If want to speak to Mr Serf, just to tell him there are no...glitches.

Call me Sarah Jane.

I can't shake your hand.

So, what, he's a hologram?

Gotcha!

What is going on?

CREATURE SNARLS

SHE SCREAMS

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