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 school girl investigator across the road,

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

Ah!

Ready?

Always.

'Is there anything more beautiful than a star-filled sky?

'As a child, I would dream of what might be up there

'but never imagined that one day I would find out.

'The fiery rings of Coulabria,

'interstellar lightning across the Voorheiden Horizon.

'I've seen the death of worlds and the birth of stars.

'So many wonderful sights...

'and things to terrify...

'..even here on Earth.

'Because, although it's easy to forget,

'we're a part of the universe too

'and we really aren't alone.

'Sometimes, the most amazing people and creatures

'can find their way to Earth

'and so can the most terrifying.'

RUMBLING

CLATTERING

BEEPING

'Life here can be an adventure too.'

'But after all my adventures, the last thing I expected was a family.

'And that's been the most amazing adventure of all.'

I've got to go soon. Saturday is band night at the Student Union.

You're going to watch a band?!

We are talking music here? Electric guitars,

drums. Not some physics experiment with elastic, right?

Clyde. Don't be soft.

Soon Luke will have seen more cool new bands than you've ever heard of.

You'll be so after my tunes next time I'm home.

Oh, Luke, I can't wait.

Look, I've got to go now,

so I'll catch you later.

Love you.

-Right. Homework.

-Yeah.

Luke will be back soon. Clothes all over the place.

Empty mugs. Dirty plates. Lots of loud music.

You're right. I should make the most of the peace and quiet. Night-night.

-Night, Sarah Jane.

-See you tomorrow.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello?

What...?!

Oh...

Why would anyone leave you on a stranger's doorstep?

BABY CRIES

Oh!

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

All the bulbs in the house?

Even the fridge? I'm telling you, Haresh, that's not normal.

I'll get an electrician to check the wiring on Monday.

I hope we're not on a ley line. I saw this programme on telly.

They run all over the country connecting sites of ancient power

like Stonehenge and the White Horse.

-What, the pub on Bishton Street?

-Very funny, aren't you()

You should give up teaching and become an undertaker.

-Where are you off to in such a hurry?

-Sarah Jane's.

Luke's texted me - he can't get an answer.

Wants me to check up on her.

It's probably nothing. Bye!

Phone's probably on the blink.

It'll be the ley lines.

Here, how many comedy headmasters does it take to change a light bulb?

-Sarah Jane, what's...

-Shh...

..that baby doing in your arms?

Shh! Don't make her cry.

She cried earlier, and every light in the house blew!

-In the street, more like!

-I got what you said in your message,

but what do you want nappies for?

I feel that should explain everything,

but actually I'm even more confused.

I found her on the doorstep.

I was going to call the police,

but I don't think they'll have much luck finding her parents.

Not on this planet.

It's all right. Luke was born a 13-year-old boy.

A teenager I can handle. But a baby? An alien baby? I need help.

Don't look at me.

Or me. Obviously.

Well, your mums must know.

If I start asking Mum questions about how to look after a baby,

well, she's going to totally freak!

Besides, she's an alien. What do any of us know?

-What about Mr Smith?

-Ah, Mr Smith won't come out.

Well, would you, if you might get your circuits fried?

With most babies, all you have to worry about is poo and puke.

Yeah, well, this one doesn't blow bubbles, she blows things up!

I only know one way to shut up a baby.

See? Happy tummy, happy baby. Whatever planet you're from.

I've looked after my little cousin a few times...

-not that she's an alien.

-You're a natural, Clyde.

Yeah. Well, little kids are cute. Aren't you, Sparky?

Do you think so? I always think babies look a bit rubbery.

Her mum and dad will be out of their minds with worry.

-They must be scouring the galaxy.

-Maybe.

Maybe not.

Whoever left her on my doorstep, that was no accident.

I think someone needs me to protect this baby.

Protect her from who?

That's what we have to find out before they come looking for her.

What is that?

Oh, God.

You're flesh. Good.

Who...

-who are you?

-My name is Miss Myers.

And you're going to help me find my child.

I've scanned her. Give the readings to Mr Smith.

Hopefully he can give us a clue who she is and where she came from.

Received and understood.

If Sparky blows her top again,

we don't want her anywhere near Mr Smith.

Right. Time to get clear of Bannerman Road.

Park should be safe enough.

Yep.

Oh, no!

There you are, Rani!

Is there something you've not been telling us, Sarah?

Mum, there is a simple explanation.

You've started fostering, haven't you?

How wonderful! I always thought you made such a perfect mum to Luke.

-Oh, thank you, Gita.

-No wonder Luke couldn't get you on the phone.

Bet she's a proper little handful. Aren't you? Aren't you, my...?

Yes, well, it was all a bit sudden, really.

I practically opened the door and there she was,

-like she'd fallen out of the sky.

-Oh, like that thing last night.

-What's her name?

-Her name?

-What thing last night?

Heard it on the local radio. A meteor landed

-in that wreckers' yard on Peel Road.

-A meteor?

She must have a name, Sarah?

Sky.

Sky?

Yeah, like she'd fallen out of it.

Oh, that's beautiful. Just like you.

CAR ALARMS BLARE

Oh, flippin' heck!

First all the light bulbs

and now the car alarms! I'll catch up with you later.

An alien baby turns up on your doorstep

and a meteor crashes on the same night?

That's, like, a galactic coincidence.

-We should check it out.

-Clyde, give me my watch back.

Mr Smith can analyse the scan later.

We need to check out what's landed in the wreckers' yard.

-What? What are you doing?

-There's no baby seat.

The last thing I need is her blowing the car's electrics.

And make sure Mr Smith stays out of harm's way.

-You'll be fine. You're a natural.

-Look after her, Clyde.

Someone left her here because she's in danger.

-I'm relying on you.

-Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry.

Take a power nap, boys.

I'm looking for a power surge in the area. Last night.

Here.

Exploding light bulbs.

Bannerman Road.

Don't worry, baby.

Mummy's coming to get you.

CLANKING FOOTSTEPS

So you think Sky's in danger?

Why else would anyone leave her on my doorstep?

What's got me confused is, who put her there?

-The Doctor?

-He'd never leave her and take off without a word.

You can't come through. It's dangerous.

It's all right. Miss Smith is quite used to danger.

-Professor Rivers!

-Good to see you again.

Come through, come through.

Thank you.

-So, where's the meteor?

-Good question.

We know a body impacted.

Our seismographs at the Pharos Institute recorded it.

You don't really need a seismograph to see that, Professor.

Well, this was no meteor, and these energy traces don't look like

any life form I've ever seen before.

You mean an alien?

Sarah Jane!

Whatever landed last night, it had big boots.

Not only big...but heavy.

-Very heavy.

-Whatever was here...

there's something else now.

-Something alien?

-No.

Human.

Hello! No, no, no. It's all right.

I only want to talk. After him! He might have seen something!

Oh, wait for me!

I'm in Wellingtons!

I wasn't doing anything wrong.

What have you been living off? Battery Bunnies?

They're for my radio.

Not that it works since that great, ruddy, iron bloke

dropped down last night!

Yeah, well, my name is Sarah Jane Smith.

I'm a journalist. I just want you to tell me what you saw.

The press?

I'm not talking to you.

I've seen what you put in the papers about people

that have seen what I've seen. I do read them, you know.

You can trust Sarah Jane.

And I won't be able to listen to The Archers now.

What if I fix your radio for you,

will you tell me what you saw?

With a lipstick?

I'm homeless, I'm not brainless.

RADIO PLAYS

It works! You fixed it!

How did you do that?

What sort of batteries do you use in that thing?

And the big bad Bane went BANG, and everyone got covered in gunk!

-SKY GURGLES

-No, no!

-Don't! Don't!

-PHONE RINGS

This is Clyde. Speak to me.

Thanks, Sparky! Flat as Jedward.

SKY GURGLES

No, no! Don't cry!

Come on, think, Langer, you're a born entertainer.

Say hello to...Sid the Sleeve.

Hello, Sky.

Hello, Sid. What do you call a man who wears paper trousers?

I don't know, Sid.

Russell!

Yeah? D'you get it?

No. Too advanced, obviously.

No, no, no. Don't cry, don't cry.

Please, I just want you to tell me exactly what you saw.

You saw an iron man. Like a robot?

Did I say he was a robot? No.

I know what a robot looks like - I've seen Star Wars.

This was a bloke.

His skin was all metal...

-And what happened?

-Fell out of the sky.

And then stood up without a scratch on him.

And turned himself invisible.

-Invisible?

-That's right.

And I'm telling you this, he was armed

to his flaming big steel choppers.

If there's any more of them on the way...

we don't stand a chance.

A metal man? Is that even possible?

A bio-metalloid life form.

Why not? It's a big universe.

But now it's here and it's got to be looking for Sky.

Oh, Clyde's not answering.

Whatever it is, we have to find it before it finds Sky.

Ah, it's invisible.

Well, nothing's ever completely invisible.

Ooh, there you are.

What have I missed?

Celeste, do you have equipment on your van

that can track an ultra-high- frequency electromagnetic signal?

OK. No computers out here, no alien tech, no phones.

You're safe.

Oh, you like leaves?

Leaves are good. Leaves are green.

But not salad.

Salad's green but it's also kind of yeuch.

Hello, Mr Chandra.

We're from West London Power.

This wouldn't be about all the bulbs blowing, would it?

There was a power surge in Bannerman Road.

We're visiting every house, looking for the cause.

It needs to be isolated.

Whatever crashed here emitted UHF electromagnetic radiation.

That's what scrambled the radio.

Whatever made those footprints might be able

to make itself invisible,

-but it can't hide that energy trace.

-There's something here.

A regular UHF-ME pulse.

And...it's moving.

Right towards Bannerman Road.

Try Clyde again! Warn him, he has to get Sky away from there!

Who's Sky?

A defenceless child, and there's something after her.

-He's still not answering!

-Come on! Thank you, Celeste.

Oh, my pleasure. Oh, and be careful.

Oh, I'm never careful. Always prepared.

Zap! Zap-zap!

Every light in the house went. I don't suppose West London Power

are going to reimburse me for those.

I'm afraid not.

Mrs Chandra, do you have young children?

No. Just our daughter, Rani.

She's 17. And very clever. She's going to be a journalist.

What do children have to do with your company blowing our lights?

And your going blow a blood vessel, Haresh, if you don't calm down.

Would you like a cuppa, my darlings?

Now, our neighbour over the road...

she's just fostered a baby.

Earl Grey?

And that's a tree. And... Oh!

And this is grass. Cows eat grass.

And they go "moooo" and they make milk.

You like milk, don't you?

They also make steak.

I like steak.

Especially with chips. But they have to come from the chippie

and not from the oven.

Oven chips are the work of bad cooking goblins.

CLUNKING

Did you hear something?

It was more like...

feel something...

Oh...what made those?

CLUNK-CLUNK

Oh, this is not good.

Not good at all.

Not getting any better!

Oh-oh.

Hi.

-Get in if you want the child to live!

-Who are you?

I'm her mother!

Drive!

-Did you hear that?

-Don't worry.

After the lights exploding and all the car alarms going off,

it'll probably be the gas mains blowing up.

Just a regular day on Bannerman Road.

I don't know about you, Sky,

but my mum always told me never to take lifts off strangers.

Clyde? Clyde?

-He's not here.

-Clyde!

Mr Smith! I need you - now!

-Sarah Jane. What can I do for you?

-I need you to find Clyde.

Connect with every CCTV camera in London, every speed camera...

whatever it takes just find him.

There are 521,321 CCTV cameras in operation across London, Sarah Jane.

-It may take some time.

-Just do it!

Maybe he's just taken Sky for a walk?

He is at the Summerwell Nuclear Power Station.

Well, that didn't take long.

I was lucky,

it was only the 10,052nd camera I checked.

Who is that woman?

-My name is Miss Myers.

-That doesn't sound like much of an alien name.

We don't spell it the same way.

-Now give me the child.

-No, no, no. Answers first.

What was that thing back there and why is it after the baby?

And what are we doing here?

Come on.

My child has a destiny - a destiny to change worlds...

-and that some will do anything to destroy.

-Like Tin Man back there?

Mm-hmm, the Metalkind.

The enemies of my species. Of all flesh.

But I don't get it. She's just a baby.

How could you even begin to understand? You might be flesh,

but you are Earth flesh. Just a few evolutionary twists from protozoa.

-Now give me my child!

-I don't think so.

Get him!

Typical. I'm in the middle of a nuclear power station

and I'm carrying Baby Bang Bang!

Find the boy!

Looks like a back door to me.

See why would that woman take Clyde and Sky to a nuclear power station?

I don't know, but you've seen the effect

she has on anything electrical.

Imagine what could happen there.

Come on, we may not have much time!

Oh...

How perfect.

You see, a baby will always find her mother.

-Give her to me.

-No!

-What are you going to do to her?

-Take her home, of course.

She is the saviour of my kind. She will be the stuff of legend.

-Now give her to me!

-Clyde, Clyde, run!

Oh, boy!

The flesh-whelp must be destroyed!

-No!

-Get back!

I won't let you hurt this child!

She is no child. She is a weapon.

And she is unprimed. She isn't ready for this.

You have doomed us all!

-What's going on?

-Sky's energy,

it's flooding out of her!

Yes... the weapon is priming itself!

Your presence has activated it.

The Doom of the Metalkind is come!

Sky?

METALKIND: I am too late.

Who am I?

How did she transform into a teenager?

Sky's synthetic DNA was programmed for this level of maturity

to maximise her effectiveness.

The flick of a switch, it will summon all Metalkind.

You're bringing your war to Earth!

Sky, stop it!

Whatever you choose, Sarah Jane Smith,

Sky will fulfil her destiny.

The end is nigh!

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