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MUSIC: Weird People by Little Mix | 0:00:02 | 0:00:05 | |
-So...Felicity... -Hi. -Harry, Pavel... -Hi. -Paul. | 0:00:05 | 0:00:09 | |
Everyone, this is Bill, your new housemate. Be nice! | 0:00:09 | 0:00:13 | |
ALL LAUGH | 0:00:13 | 0:00:15 | |
Six bedrooms? | 0:00:16 | 0:00:17 | |
I've got audio equipment. so some extra space would be good. | 0:00:17 | 0:00:21 | |
I'd quite like underfloor heating. | 0:00:21 | 0:00:23 | |
-This is bedroom five... -It hasn't got a door...? | 0:00:30 | 0:00:33 | |
..and bedroom six is through there. | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
As you can see, | 0:00:38 | 0:00:40 | |
this offers more space. | 0:00:40 | 0:00:43 | |
LOUD RUMBLING | 0:00:47 | 0:00:49 | |
ALARM BLARES | 0:00:49 | 0:00:52 | |
What do other people do? | 0:00:55 | 0:00:56 | |
Other people have money. | 0:00:58 | 0:00:59 | |
Forgive me, but are you looking for somewhere to live? | 0:00:59 | 0:01:02 | |
GATES CREAK | 0:01:04 | 0:01:07 | |
Oh, wow! | 0:01:07 | 0:01:08 | |
Oh, mate, check out the tower. | 0:01:10 | 0:01:11 | |
I'm afraid the tower is unsafe. | 0:01:11 | 0:01:13 | |
Bill, look at it! | 0:01:15 | 0:01:16 | |
Yeah, but why's it so cheap? | 0:01:18 | 0:01:20 | |
This place is great! | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
The rooms are HUGE! | 0:01:22 | 0:01:23 | |
Can I move in tonight? My halls are kicking me out. | 0:01:23 | 0:01:26 | |
Yes. Yes, of course. | 0:01:26 | 0:01:28 | |
So, you'll sign the contract? | 0:01:28 | 0:01:30 | |
-ALL: Yes! -Of course. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:32 | |
PEN CLICKS | 0:01:33 | 0:01:34 | |
Bill? | 0:01:34 | 0:01:36 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
FLOORBOARDS CREAK | 0:01:54 | 0:01:56 | |
HE CREAKS BOARD | 0:01:58 | 0:01:59 | |
(Wicked!) | 0:02:01 | 0:02:02 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES AND CRASHES | 0:02:07 | 0:02:09 | |
WIND HOWLS | 0:02:26 | 0:02:28 | |
HE BLOWS | 0:02:30 | 0:02:32 | |
MUSIC PLAYS: Sonata No.1 in G Minor by Itzhak Perlman | 0:02:35 | 0:02:38 | |
BOLTS CLANK | 0:02:38 | 0:02:40 | |
CREAKING > | 0:02:40 | 0:02:42 | |
CREAKING NEARBY | 0:02:47 | 0:02:49 | |
THUNDER CRASHES | 0:02:53 | 0:02:56 | |
What? | 0:03:03 | 0:03:04 | |
No, no! No, no! | 0:03:04 | 0:03:05 | |
Stop! NEEDLE SCRATCHES AND SKIPS | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
Stop! HE SCREAMS | 0:03:07 | 0:03:10 | |
Three... | 0:04:02 | 0:04:04 | |
two... | 0:04:04 | 0:04:06 | |
-one... -FAINT THRUMMING | 0:04:06 | 0:04:08 | |
METALLIC THRUMMING | 0:04:08 | 0:04:11 | |
SHE GIGGLES | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
That's all you've got? | 0:04:15 | 0:04:16 | |
-I thought you'd have loads. -Thanks for helping, yeah? | 0:04:18 | 0:04:21 | |
You should hire this out. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:27 | |
Like a removal service... | 0:04:28 | 0:04:30 | |
Removals? Bill, I'm a Time Lord... | 0:04:30 | 0:04:33 | |
-"Time Lord"? What's that? Your job? -No! | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
It's, er, my people, my species. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:39 | |
Doesn't sound like a species. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:41 | |
Sounds posh, like, "Yes, my lord!" Doff my cap. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:44 | |
Oh, well, that's why I gave it up. Ran away. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
-SHE SCOFFS -"Time Lords"(!) That's hilarious! | 0:04:46 | 0:04:49 | |
-Do you wear robes and big hats? -No, big collars mostly. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:53 | |
-Do you want the postcode? -Sorry? -To find the house? | 0:04:55 | 0:04:57 | |
Bill, the TARDIS uses multi-dimensional | 0:04:59 | 0:05:01 | |
space-time coordinates. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:04 | |
So, you know where it is? | 0:05:04 | 0:05:05 | |
OK, right, put the postcode in here. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:08 | |
Saw the bedroom. Do you sleep here? | 0:05:10 | 0:05:13 | |
If I need to. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:14 | |
-Done? -Yeah. | 0:05:14 | 0:05:16 | |
-HE CRANKS LEVER -"If I need to"? What does that mean? | 0:05:16 | 0:05:18 | |
TARDIS THRUMS Sleep's for tortoises. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:20 | |
-Not "Time Lords"? -No! | 0:05:20 | 0:05:21 | |
-Unless we've regenerated or had a big lunch. -"Regenerated"? | 0:05:21 | 0:05:25 | |
Oh, the questions, the questions, the questions...! | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
Just remember "Time Lords". That's enough for now. | 0:05:30 | 0:05:32 | |
FAINT THUD Oh, here we are! | 0:05:32 | 0:05:34 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:05:35 | 0:05:38 | |
HE GROANS | 0:05:40 | 0:05:42 | |
Oh, I'll use the TARDIS. Take it all to your room. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:45 | |
Firstly, I don't know which one my room is, | 0:05:45 | 0:05:47 | |
and, secondly, that's weird and I want to make a good impression. | 0:05:47 | 0:05:51 | |
It's cool, I'll just, um... | 0:05:51 | 0:05:53 | |
get everything out of the TARDIS and then you can go. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:55 | |
Thanks for the lift, though! | 0:05:55 | 0:05:57 | |
Bye! | 0:05:57 | 0:05:58 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND STRAINS | 0:05:58 | 0:06:00 | |
That's your house? | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
Sharing. Yeah. Six of us. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
Renting. | 0:06:06 | 0:06:07 | |
I thought you were students? | 0:06:07 | 0:06:09 | |
Yeah, I was like, "What's the catch?" | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
but, actually, it's fine, just a bit draughty. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
"Draughty"? | 0:06:15 | 0:06:16 | |
CREAKING AND STRAINING | 0:06:20 | 0:06:22 | |
LEAVES RUSTLE | 0:06:25 | 0:06:26 | |
I meant draughty inside. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:29 | |
Interesting. I'll help you in. | 0:06:30 | 0:06:33 | |
No, no, no - it's fine! You really don't have to! | 0:06:33 | 0:06:36 | |
-Really not a problem! -No! Wait! Honestly, um...if you just... | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
If you just go and do history or whatever... | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:06:43 | 0:06:44 | |
Hey! Where have you been? I thought... | 0:06:44 | 0:06:46 | |
Oh, you're the Doctor. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:47 | |
-Yes, hi, can I get past? -He's just helping with the move. | 0:06:47 | 0:06:51 | |
-Helping? -He's just my... -Friend. -..grandad. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
Wait, I don't look old enough to... | 0:06:54 | 0:06:56 | |
..to hold that box for very long. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:59 | |
Yeah! | 0:06:59 | 0:07:00 | |
How exciting is this?! | 0:07:02 | 0:07:04 | |
Oh, wow! | 0:07:04 | 0:07:05 | |
Doctor! Legend! | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
He's my grandad. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:09 | |
Aw! Come on! | 0:07:09 | 0:07:11 | |
Father, at least. Please! | 0:07:11 | 0:07:12 | |
All right, grand-FATHER. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:14 | |
You really can go now, though. | 0:07:17 | 0:07:19 | |
Thanks for the help. Job done! | 0:07:21 | 0:07:23 | |
OK. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:26 | |
Bye. | 0:07:26 | 0:07:27 | |
Bye. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:31 | |
He's your grandad? That's awesome! | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
Mine went greypacking on the Great Wall Of China with his boyfriend, | 0:07:36 | 0:07:39 | |
but they got arrested for trying to steal a bit. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
-Bit of what? -The wall. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
OK...! | 0:07:43 | 0:07:45 | |
-You want a hand? -Uh, yeah. | 0:07:45 | 0:07:48 | |
Thanks. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:52 | |
I keep thinking there's going to be one of those bookcases | 0:07:57 | 0:07:59 | |
that you pull special books and it's a secret passage! | 0:07:59 | 0:08:02 | |
-Yeah. -Spooky! | 0:08:02 | 0:08:04 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:08:04 | 0:08:05 | |
PAVEL'S RECORD SKIPS > | 0:08:10 | 0:08:12 | |
Met Pavel on my first day. | 0:08:15 | 0:08:17 | |
Often does this. | 0:08:17 | 0:08:18 | |
Sits in his room for days. Says it gets him in the zone. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:22 | |
All these lot are empty. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:24 | |
Yeah, this is nice. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:30 | |
I picked my room before I'd even seen up here. | 0:08:30 | 0:08:33 | |
I thought you wanted the tower? | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
Yeah, I wish. Can't find a way in. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:37 | |
There's a freshers' party in the park tonight. | 0:08:39 | 0:08:41 | |
This lot aren't interested, but it could be fun. | 0:08:41 | 0:08:44 | |
WIND WHISTLES | 0:08:44 | 0:08:45 | |
Or not! But either way, I was saying we should throw our own party. | 0:08:46 | 0:08:51 | |
You know, pop-up! | 0:08:51 | 0:08:53 | |
Freestyle! Boom! | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
Yeah, sounds good. | 0:08:57 | 0:08:58 | |
-See you later, then. -Sure. | 0:09:04 | 0:09:06 | |
Here you go, Mum. My own place. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
You proud? | 0:09:15 | 0:09:16 | |
Thanks! | 0:09:18 | 0:09:20 | |
WALL CREAKS | 0:09:26 | 0:09:29 | |
Rrrrrrrr! | 0:09:29 | 0:09:30 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
CREAKING AND GROANING | 0:09:33 | 0:09:36 | |
Stop it. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:40 | |
There's no living puddles or... | 0:09:40 | 0:09:43 | |
..weird robots, big fish, | 0:09:44 | 0:09:47 | |
just a new house, | 0:09:47 | 0:09:49 | |
and people you don't know. | 0:09:49 | 0:09:51 | |
Not scary at all. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:54 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:09:59 | 0:10:03 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:10:03 | 0:10:05 | |
KEYPAD TONES | 0:10:10 | 0:10:12 | |
I just get nervous when there's no reception. | 0:10:12 | 0:10:14 | |
-Like something bad's going to happen. -Have to get a landline. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
"Landline"! What is this? Scotland? | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
Actually, I was unpacking just now and heard this...tapping, | 0:10:19 | 0:10:24 | |
-little footsteps, like, in the room above? -What?! | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
Oo-oo-oo-ooh! | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
Maybe it's a little doll that's come to life. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:31 | |
Or a massive, freaky spider. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:34 | |
-Probably just a mouse. -Yeah, we know! Just messing with her. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:38 | |
"Mice"? If there's mice, I'm leaving. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:39 | |
RATTLING > | 0:10:39 | 0:10:41 | |
-What's that?! -Pavel? -Pavel's upstairs. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:46 | |
RATTLING > | 0:10:46 | 0:10:48 | |
-Paul, go and have a look. -Why me? -You're physically the biggest. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:53 | |
And the most expendable. | 0:10:53 | 0:10:54 | |
CLUNK! > | 0:10:54 | 0:10:56 | |
It's in the kitchen. | 0:10:58 | 0:10:59 | |
It's all right. I'll go. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:02 | |
CLATTERING AND BANGING > | 0:11:13 | 0:11:16 | |
SMASHING > | 0:11:20 | 0:11:22 | |
-CLATTERING NEARBY -Maybe it's just the central heating? | 0:11:24 | 0:11:27 | |
METALLIC CLATTERING | 0:11:34 | 0:11:37 | |
-SONIC SCREWDRIVER TRILLS There isn't any. -I thought... | 0:11:37 | 0:11:39 | |
He'd gone home! Me, too! | 0:11:39 | 0:11:41 | |
Isn't any what? | 0:11:41 | 0:11:42 | |
Central heating. | 0:11:42 | 0:11:44 | |
I've been looking around. Inside and out. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
Very interesting. Lots of wood. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:48 | |
Why are you still here? | 0:11:48 | 0:11:49 | |
Do you know what that is? | 0:11:51 | 0:11:53 | |
That's an oil-burning heater. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:55 | |
You might need it. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:56 | |
There's no washing machine either. The hob is from the '30s. | 0:11:56 | 0:11:59 | |
-Thanks very much. -The power sockets will not take your devices. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:03 | |
-Oh! I thought it was just my room. -No, no, no. They're out of date. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:06 | |
What's that...smell? | 0:12:08 | 0:12:10 | |
-Is that Chinese food? I love Chinese! -Doctor...! | 0:12:12 | 0:12:15 | |
There might be a few old things, but it just needs updating. | 0:12:17 | 0:12:21 | |
It's not like there's some massive mystery going on. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:24 | |
Did you hear the trees creaking outside when we arrived? | 0:12:24 | 0:12:26 | |
Yeah. It was the wind. | 0:12:26 | 0:12:28 | |
There wasn't any wind. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:30 | |
You should find another house. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:34 | |
Mm, I don't think so. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
The rooms are really big. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:37 | |
Exactly, it's still the best place for the money. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:40 | |
-I'll just call the landlord, sort it out. -You can't. No reception. | 0:12:40 | 0:12:43 | |
OK, so I'll go down the hill... | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
Oh! | 0:12:45 | 0:12:46 | |
Hi. | 0:12:46 | 0:12:47 | |
Didn't hear you come in. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:52 | |
For a man such as myself, discretion is second nature. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:55 | |
So, a gathering. You're all here... No, except one. | 0:12:55 | 0:13:00 | |
- Pavel's upstairs. - And one in addition. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:03 | |
-He's the Doctor. -Doctor...? | 0:13:03 | 0:13:05 | |
-BILL STAMMERS -Yeah, he's my...grandfather. | 0:13:05 | 0:13:08 | |
-You're assisting with the relocation? -That's right, yeah. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:11 | |
It's a heartbreaking experience, to leave one's charge behind. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:14 | |
All alone in the big, wide world. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:16 | |
Indeed. Yes. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:17 | |
-You got children? -I... | 0:13:19 | 0:13:20 | |
Yes, a daughter. | 0:13:20 | 0:13:22 | |
But I'm most fortunate. She's still under my protection. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:25 | |
So long as that's the case, I'm most content. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:28 | |
So, I was calling to see if everything was satisfactory? | 0:13:28 | 0:13:31 | |
Actually, there are a few things... | 0:13:31 | 0:13:33 | |
-Yes, I see. Go on. -No central heating? | 0:13:33 | 0:13:35 | |
-The power sockets are wrong. -A landline. -Some new furniture. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:38 | |
-There's no mobile reception. -And some curtains. Carpets? | 0:13:38 | 0:13:40 | |
-Have you got a cat? -CRUNCH! | 0:13:40 | 0:13:43 | |
HE MUNCHES | 0:13:45 | 0:13:48 | |
A cat? | 0:13:50 | 0:13:51 | |
Yeah, um, Harry said that he heard some noise upstairs, | 0:13:54 | 0:13:57 | |
like walking around? | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
No cats. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:02 | |
No pets. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:03 | |
You understand I won't be able to do any of this tonight? | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
But as soon as possible. Yes. Knock on wood. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
-Do what I can. -WOOD CREAKS | 0:14:09 | 0:14:11 | |
That's another thing, the house is really creaky. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:13 | |
Everything you touch, it's like, "Eeeeuuuurrr!" | 0:14:13 | 0:14:16 | |
It's unavoidable, my dear. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:17 | |
-How do you get into the tower? -You don't! | 0:14:17 | 0:14:20 | |
The tower is specifically excluded from the terms of our agreement. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:25 | |
Oh, right, well... | 0:14:27 | 0:14:28 | |
Thank you. No tower. Got it. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:31 | |
Right. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:32 | |
-Are you staying here tonight? -Yes. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:40 | |
-No, he's not. -I'm not sure. -There's no reason to. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
-I probably will. -There isn't a bed, so... | 0:14:43 | 0:14:46 | |
All right. | 0:14:46 | 0:14:47 | |
Sorry, excuse me. Sorry, sorry, sorry... | 0:14:48 | 0:14:50 | |
Who, um... | 0:14:52 | 0:14:53 | |
Who's the Prime Minister? | 0:14:53 | 0:14:55 | |
I beg your pardon? | 0:14:56 | 0:14:58 | |
Margaret Thatcher? Harriet Jones? Wilson? Eden? | 0:14:58 | 0:15:01 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:15:01 | 0:15:03 | |
I think it's better to leave your granddaughter with her friends. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:06 | |
They seem respectable, and I'll keep an eye, of course. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:10 | |
TUNING FORK PINGS | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
I'll attend to your requirements in the morning. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:18 | |
In the meantime, sleep well. | 0:15:18 | 0:15:20 | |
TUNING FORK SINGS | 0:15:20 | 0:15:22 | |
I take it back. You're fine. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:31 | |
HE'S weird. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:33 | |
Oh! The washing machine! | 0:15:33 | 0:15:36 | |
HINGES CREAK | 0:15:37 | 0:15:38 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:15:38 | 0:15:40 | |
That's weird. | 0:15:42 | 0:15:44 | |
He's not there. | 0:15:46 | 0:15:48 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:15:48 | 0:15:49 | |
-That's it! -SCRITCHING | 0:15:51 | 0:15:53 | |
That's the noise I heard. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:55 | |
Fascinating... | 0:15:55 | 0:15:57 | |
SCRITCHING NEARBY | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
HE THUDS | 0:16:03 | 0:16:05 | |
It's just pipes. I'm going to bed. | 0:16:05 | 0:16:07 | |
-Yeah. Might go up, as well. -Me, too - locking my door though! | 0:16:07 | 0:16:11 | |
Grandfather? | 0:16:11 | 0:16:12 | |
Hello! Yeah. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
Perhaps you should leave now? | 0:16:17 | 0:16:19 | |
-No, I'm fine. -Or at least then, go and sleep outside in...the car? | 0:16:19 | 0:16:24 | |
-Are you two tired? -Well... | 0:16:24 | 0:16:27 | |
-Good! No, I'm going to hang about with Simon. -Harry. | 0:16:27 | 0:16:29 | |
-And Florence. -Felicity. Yeah, why? -Well, we're going to chill. Yeah? | 0:16:29 | 0:16:32 | |
-Yeah, OK. Yes. -Put some tunes on. Yes? -Yes! -All right. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:36 | |
See? I'm good at making friends. Give me your phone. | 0:16:36 | 0:16:38 | |
-But why? There's no reception. -Phone. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:40 | |
MUSIC PLAYS: Black Magic by Little Mix | 0:16:43 | 0:16:46 | |
-I LOVE this. -Do you know who this is? | 0:16:46 | 0:16:49 | |
Do I know who this is? Yes, I know who this is... | 0:16:49 | 0:16:52 | |
-Yeah, it's Spotify so it's probably random. -"Little...Mix". | 0:16:52 | 0:16:56 | |
-You like Little Mix? -Clearly she does. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
-Look! There's a whole playlist here. -What else have you got on it? | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
Can I have a word, please? | 0:17:01 | 0:17:02 | |
Honestly, Doctor, there's nothing going on. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:10 | |
Nothing weird, nothing alien. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:12 | |
Just an old house and a dodgy landlord, | 0:17:12 | 0:17:16 | |
which is pretty standard for students. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:18 | |
I'll see you later for more exciting TARDIS action, | 0:17:18 | 0:17:21 | |
but, basically, this is the bit of my life that you're not in. | 0:17:21 | 0:17:24 | |
You know what I mean? | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
I know what you mean. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:29 | |
Thanks. | 0:17:29 | 0:17:30 | |
So, up the wooden hill you go. | 0:17:30 | 0:17:34 | |
-Sleep well. -OK... | 0:17:34 | 0:17:36 | |
Maybe before you do, you should check on your friend, | 0:17:36 | 0:17:38 | |
who hasn't been seen for a day and who has strange music | 0:17:38 | 0:17:41 | |
-coming out of his room. -They said he just does that. | 0:17:41 | 0:17:43 | |
Nobody "just does" anything. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:44 | |
-You're not leaving, are you? -No. | 0:17:46 | 0:17:49 | |
Your friend will probably be fine. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:51 | |
HE TAPS Knock on wood. | 0:17:51 | 0:17:53 | |
-We need to have a talk about your taste in music. -You coming up? | 0:17:54 | 0:17:58 | |
Yeah. | 0:17:58 | 0:17:59 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
HINGES CREAK | 0:18:09 | 0:18:10 | |
Oh, this freaky Scooby-Doo house! | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
Bill, if you get scared in the night, you know where I am, yeah? | 0:18:15 | 0:18:18 | |
-What? -Just, if you need any... of my help, | 0:18:18 | 0:18:22 | |
or my whatever, you know? | 0:18:22 | 0:18:24 | |
Yeah, um... | 0:18:24 | 0:18:26 | |
I get that you're into me, | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
but, um, sorry, you're not my type. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
It's just, I tend to go for girls, usually, so... | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
Oh! Oh, right! | 0:18:35 | 0:18:37 | |
I was never in with a chance. Awesome! | 0:18:37 | 0:18:39 | |
-CREAKING -Jeez! Stop! | 0:18:39 | 0:18:41 | |
This is what I'm talking about. | 0:18:41 | 0:18:43 | |
HE CREAKS BOARD | 0:18:43 | 0:18:45 | |
-This stuff really freaks you out, doesn't it? -No. | 0:18:45 | 0:18:47 | |
-It's just annoying! -Ah. -Go to bed! -Sure. | 0:18:47 | 0:18:51 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND STRAINS | 0:18:51 | 0:18:54 | |
HE CREAKS THE FLOORBOARD | 0:18:54 | 0:18:55 | |
See you in the morning... Agh! | 0:18:58 | 0:18:59 | |
Night, then! | 0:18:59 | 0:19:01 | |
Why didn't you get a room next to me, like we said? | 0:19:03 | 0:19:05 | |
What? I don't know. Doesn't mean anything. | 0:19:05 | 0:19:08 | |
-I'm not cool enough, is that it? -No. Shut up! | 0:19:08 | 0:19:10 | |
-These are my mates, too. -PAUL IMITATES GHOST | 0:19:10 | 0:19:13 | |
Paul! Not funny! | 0:19:13 | 0:19:16 | |
Do you fancy him? | 0:19:16 | 0:19:18 | |
No! Who? Paul? Why? No. | 0:19:18 | 0:19:19 | |
-HE YELLS -Hey! It's not funny! | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
CREAKING, CRASHING, HE SCREAMS | 0:19:22 | 0:19:25 | |
Paul?! | 0:19:27 | 0:19:29 | |
Are you OK? | 0:19:32 | 0:19:33 | |
-SHE KNOCKS -Mate, come on. We got the joke. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:37 | |
< KNOCKING | 0:19:40 | 0:19:41 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:19:41 | 0:19:43 | |
See? He's fine! OK! | 0:19:43 | 0:19:45 | |
See you in the morning. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:48 | |
KNOCKING > | 0:19:48 | 0:19:49 | |
What? | 0:19:49 | 0:19:51 | |
KNOCKING ALL AROUND | 0:19:51 | 0:19:52 | |
Er, what's going on? | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
Paul? | 0:19:56 | 0:19:57 | |
KNOCKING FROM ALL DIRECTIONS | 0:19:57 | 0:20:00 | |
-We should get the Doctor. -Why, what's he going to do? Lecture? | 0:20:00 | 0:20:03 | |
CRASHING | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
Just a normal day, just a normal day... | 0:20:05 | 0:20:08 | |
SHUTTERS CLATTER | 0:20:08 | 0:20:10 | |
Up! | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:20:16 | 0:20:17 | |
-Do you like this music, Doctor? -Reminds me of Quincy Jones. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:21 | |
I stepped in for him once. | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
The bassist he'd hired turned out to be a Klarj Neon Death Voc-Bot. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:28 | |
What was worse, he couldn't play. This is very interesting. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:32 | |
-The door? -Because it isn't. -Isn't...? | 0:20:32 | 0:20:36 | |
A door. Any more. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:38 | |
Try to open it. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:39 | |
Come on. Shireen did it a minute ago. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:44 | |
-DOOR RATTLES -So, it's locked. -No. Look. | 0:20:44 | 0:20:47 | |
It's completely sealed. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
I don't understand... | 0:20:51 | 0:20:53 | |
BANGING | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
-The shutters. -What about them? | 0:21:02 | 0:21:04 | |
Closed by themselves. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
-Sealed. -So...we're trapped! | 0:21:12 | 0:21:15 | |
Maybe that's the idea. | 0:21:15 | 0:21:17 | |
-What do you mean? -SCRITCHING | 0:21:17 | 0:21:20 | |
What's that? | 0:21:20 | 0:21:21 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:21:21 | 0:21:22 | |
No, no, no! There's something in here. I can't be trapped! | 0:21:22 | 0:21:25 | |
-I can't! -Wait! | 0:21:25 | 0:21:27 | |
BANGING | 0:21:29 | 0:21:31 | |
SHE GRUNTS | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
-Don't go out there! -I can't be trapped! | 0:21:35 | 0:21:38 | |
Agh! | 0:21:38 | 0:21:39 | |
HE BANGS ON SHUTTER | 0:21:39 | 0:21:40 | |
CREAKING | 0:21:40 | 0:21:41 | |
Great. | 0:21:41 | 0:21:43 | |
Now, we're stuck here. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:44 | |
-Why did you try and stop her?! -Listen! | 0:21:44 | 0:21:47 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:21:47 | 0:21:50 | |
CLANKING AND CLATTERING | 0:21:52 | 0:21:56 | |
-SHE SHIVERS -Police... Call the police... Call... | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:21:59 | 0:22:01 | |
WOOD STRAINS | 0:22:03 | 0:22:05 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:22:05 | 0:22:08 | |
DISTANT SCREAMS | 0:22:08 | 0:22:09 | |
BOTH GRUNT | 0:22:09 | 0:22:12 | |
What happened to her? | 0:22:13 | 0:22:15 | |
What's going on? | 0:22:15 | 0:22:17 | |
Do you think it's like she said? A thing? | 0:22:17 | 0:22:20 | |
Maybe. | 0:22:20 | 0:22:21 | |
-And so, is it out there now? Or in here? -Or both? | 0:22:23 | 0:22:26 | |
-I'm scared. -Don't be. | 0:22:26 | 0:22:28 | |
-Why not? -It doesn't help. | 0:22:28 | 0:22:30 | |
HE TAPS | 0:22:30 | 0:22:32 | |
Who's there? | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
PAVEL'S RECORD SKIPS > | 0:22:37 | 0:22:39 | |
Agh! God! | 0:22:50 | 0:22:52 | |
Pavel? | 0:22:52 | 0:22:54 | |
Pavel? | 0:23:02 | 0:23:03 | |
Do you think he can hear us? | 0:23:03 | 0:23:05 | |
It'll be OK. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:10 | |
Is this what happened to Paul? | 0:23:10 | 0:23:13 | |
-Do we call an ambulance? -No reception. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:15 | |
Shireen, please, sort the record out. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:17 | |
-HE SNUFFLES AGITATEDLY -Oh, no! Wait, wait, wait! | 0:23:17 | 0:23:20 | |
Is it something to do with the music? | 0:23:22 | 0:23:25 | |
Did someone do this to you? | 0:23:28 | 0:23:31 | |
CREAKING | 0:23:31 | 0:23:32 | |
I have no desire to intrude, but I felt there was a problem... | 0:23:33 | 0:23:36 | |
How did you get up here? It's sealed shut! | 0:23:36 | 0:23:39 | |
Music can be pleasant, but a simple repetition like that... | 0:23:39 | 0:23:42 | |
it's merely a distraction from the inevitable. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
Hope is its own form of cruelty. MUSIC STOPS | 0:23:45 | 0:23:47 | |
Pavel! No, wait! Put it back! | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:23:49 | 0:23:51 | |
Oh, look! | 0:23:53 | 0:23:55 | |
He's released. | 0:23:57 | 0:23:59 | |
Mercy at last. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:01 | |
Beautiful, isn't it? | 0:24:01 | 0:24:03 | |
Nature contained. | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
He's preserved in the walls, in the very fabric of the building forever. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:13 | |
So, the house is...eating people? | 0:24:13 | 0:24:15 | |
-We must all pay our dues. -But not you? | 0:24:15 | 0:24:19 | |
Correct. | 0:24:19 | 0:24:20 | |
I am the exception. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:23 | |
HE TAPS For I am your landlord. | 0:24:25 | 0:24:28 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:24:28 | 0:24:30 | |
You came here, you signed the contract. | 0:24:30 | 0:24:32 | |
And now... | 0:24:33 | 0:24:35 | |
HE TAPS TUNING FORK | 0:24:36 | 0:24:37 | |
It's time to pay. | 0:24:37 | 0:24:40 | |
TUNING FORK SINGS | 0:24:40 | 0:24:43 | |
-LOUD SCRITCHING -Go. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:44 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:24:44 | 0:24:47 | |
-What's that noise?! -SCRITCHING ALL AROUND | 0:24:49 | 0:24:51 | |
That tower! It was at the back of the building. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:54 | |
Logically, the door should be at the end of this corridor. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:56 | |
Look for a way in! | 0:24:59 | 0:25:00 | |
Indiana Jones... Come on! | 0:25:02 | 0:25:04 | |
Yes! The tower! | 0:25:08 | 0:25:10 | |
DOOR SLAMS | 0:25:12 | 0:25:13 | |
What if something's got into the wood? | 0:25:13 | 0:25:17 | |
Into the lathes, behind the plaster, | 0:25:17 | 0:25:20 | |
into the very fabric of the house? | 0:25:20 | 0:25:22 | |
Wood nymphs, | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
tree spirits... | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
..dryads. | 0:25:30 | 0:25:31 | |
Anything's possible. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:34 | |
Doctor, what are you doing? | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
We need to get out and call the police! | 0:25:41 | 0:25:43 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS Who's there? | 0:25:43 | 0:25:45 | |
-Doctor, you're provoking it. -WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS LOUDLY | 0:25:45 | 0:25:48 | |
-It's getting louder! -Wake up! Wake up! Out you come! | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:25:51 | 0:25:53 | |
Oh! | 0:25:55 | 0:25:57 | |
I was expecting something quite different. | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
A gaseous creature. Or microscopic! | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
Did you see it move through the wood? | 0:26:01 | 0:26:03 | |
Interacting at a cellular level. This must be alien! Got to be alien! | 0:26:03 | 0:26:07 | |
What are you doing here? On your holidays? | 0:26:07 | 0:26:09 | |
-Harry - get a matchbox. -A matchbox?! | 0:26:09 | 0:26:11 | |
-All right, a shoe box, don't let it get away! -What do you mean "alien"? | 0:26:11 | 0:26:14 | |
Oh, little one! WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:26:14 | 0:26:16 | |
Doctor... | 0:26:16 | 0:26:18 | |
Oh! It can move fast! | 0:26:18 | 0:26:19 | |
Where's that box? | 0:26:19 | 0:26:20 | |
-Doctor! -What?! | 0:26:20 | 0:26:22 | |
LOUD SCRITCHING | 0:26:22 | 0:26:24 | |
Ah. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:25 | |
Now, this starts to make sense. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:29 | |
Yes. Dryads indeed. | 0:26:29 | 0:26:31 | |
We need to get out. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:32 | |
We can't! | 0:26:36 | 0:26:38 | |
Harry, in here! | 0:26:38 | 0:26:40 | |
-What's the point of hiding in a cupboard? -It's not a cupboard! | 0:26:42 | 0:26:45 | |
LOUD SCRITCHING | 0:26:45 | 0:26:49 | |
WHIRRING | 0:26:49 | 0:26:51 | |
SONIC SCREWDRIVER TRILLS | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
CLANKING | 0:26:53 | 0:26:55 | |
What are they? | 0:26:55 | 0:26:57 | |
Look like insects but you're saying they can shut doors, trap us? | 0:26:57 | 0:27:00 | |
They're not just in the wood, | 0:27:01 | 0:27:03 | |
they're becoming the wood itself. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:05 | |
Total infestation. | 0:27:05 | 0:27:07 | |
Infestation of the Dryads! | 0:27:07 | 0:27:09 | |
You're talking like you've seen things like this before. | 0:27:09 | 0:27:12 | |
-No, actually. -You said they were "alien"? | 0:27:12 | 0:27:15 | |
Well, they could be native to this planet, | 0:27:15 | 0:27:18 | |
but I've never seen them before. Have you? | 0:27:18 | 0:27:20 | |
-That's what they're called? Dryads? -That's what I'm calling them, yes. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:23 | |
-You've gone crazy. -Well, I can't just call them "lice", can I? | 0:27:23 | 0:27:27 | |
DOOR KNOB SQUEAKS | 0:27:35 | 0:27:37 | |
MUSIC BOX TINKLES MELODY | 0:27:52 | 0:27:54 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
(There's something behind there.) | 0:28:00 | 0:28:02 | |
-WOMAN'S VOICE: -Father? | 0:28:02 | 0:28:04 | |
Is that you? | 0:28:04 | 0:28:05 | |
BOTH STIFLE GASPS | 0:28:06 | 0:28:08 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:28:11 | 0:28:13 | |
Maybe it belonged to a family that used to live here? | 0:28:19 | 0:28:22 | |
Harry, there's six boxes. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:26 | |
Tenancy agreement. Same as ours. | 0:28:30 | 0:28:32 | |
Six signatures. | 0:28:33 | 0:28:34 | |
"Jake Christie, Annie Wren, Jonathan Frost..." | 0:28:36 | 0:28:39 | |
What's the date? | 0:28:39 | 0:28:41 | |
Um, 1997. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:42 | |
"Sarah Tiller, Mark Hopethorne, Carl Richards." | 0:28:44 | 0:28:46 | |
They move in... | 0:28:46 | 0:28:48 | |
relax... | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
..go to their rooms... | 0:28:51 | 0:28:53 | |
..then panic. | 0:28:55 | 0:28:57 | |
Infestation. | 0:28:58 | 0:29:01 | |
Doctor! | 0:29:04 | 0:29:06 | |
1977. | 0:29:14 | 0:29:16 | |
1957. Every 20 years... | 0:29:18 | 0:29:20 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:29:20 | 0:29:22 | |
There's something coming! | 0:29:22 | 0:29:24 | |
Good. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:26 | |
Christie, Wren, Frost, Tiller, Hopethorne, Richards. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:39 | |
Fine young men and women. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
As were all the others. | 0:29:42 | 0:29:44 | |
Where are they? | 0:29:46 | 0:29:48 | |
In the house. | 0:29:48 | 0:29:49 | |
What? Where? We haven't seen them. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:52 | |
He means they're IN the house. | 0:29:52 | 0:29:54 | |
The wood, Harry. | 0:29:57 | 0:29:58 | |
-Don't think I haven't considered the consequences, Doctor. -So, why do it? | 0:29:58 | 0:30:02 | |
My daughter was dying. | 0:30:06 | 0:30:08 | |
What are you talking about? | 0:30:08 | 0:30:10 | |
Nothing could be done... | 0:30:10 | 0:30:12 | |
..until these creatures saved her. | 0:30:13 | 0:30:16 | |
We'd do anything to protect them. | 0:30:19 | 0:30:22 | |
Your daughter, she's here, she's in the house, isn't she? | 0:30:22 | 0:30:24 | |
Indeed, and she MUST survive. | 0:30:24 | 0:30:28 | |
We have to get out! | 0:30:28 | 0:30:30 | |
Harry, stay with me! | 0:30:31 | 0:30:33 | |
Come back, Harry! Come back! | 0:30:33 | 0:30:35 | |
Aaah! Doctor! | 0:30:38 | 0:30:40 | |
Get him out. | 0:30:40 | 0:30:41 | |
HE TAPS TUNING FORK | 0:30:43 | 0:30:44 | |
TUNING FORK SINGS | 0:30:44 | 0:30:46 | |
SCRITCHING, HE SCREAMS | 0:30:46 | 0:30:48 | |
God rest his soul. | 0:30:51 | 0:30:53 | |
Bill! Is Bill all right? | 0:30:53 | 0:30:55 | |
I'd be more concerned for yourself, Doctor. | 0:30:56 | 0:30:58 | |
Your advanced age means you have less energy, less...matter, | 0:30:58 | 0:31:02 | |
but they'll take what they can get. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:05 | |
The insects are keeping your daughter alive. How does that work? | 0:31:06 | 0:31:10 | |
Come on, call these off! | 0:31:10 | 0:31:11 | |
Maybe I could help? I'm a doctor! | 0:31:11 | 0:31:15 | |
-SHE STAMMERS -Are you OK? | 0:31:16 | 0:31:19 | |
SOFT CREAKING | 0:31:19 | 0:31:20 | |
Oh... | 0:31:20 | 0:31:21 | |
I haven't had visitors in such a long time. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:26 | |
My name is Eliza. | 0:31:28 | 0:31:30 | |
I'm Bill. This is Shireen. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:34 | |
Hey! | 0:31:34 | 0:31:35 | |
I'm pleased to meet you. | 0:31:41 | 0:31:44 | |
(Bill, look!) | 0:31:44 | 0:31:45 | |
SHE CREAKS | 0:31:45 | 0:31:48 | |
What? | 0:31:50 | 0:31:52 | |
You've got something...just... | 0:31:52 | 0:31:55 | |
just there. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:57 | |
I'm a celebrity, get me out of here, yeah? | 0:31:58 | 0:32:01 | |
Bill... | 0:32:02 | 0:32:03 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:32:03 | 0:32:06 | |
THUD! | 0:32:06 | 0:32:08 | |
Cockroaches. Had them on my gap year in Morocco. | 0:32:08 | 0:32:11 | |
No problem! Let's go. | 0:32:11 | 0:32:12 | |
Shireen. | 0:32:12 | 0:32:14 | |
-SHE GASPS -Oh, no! Oh, no! | 0:32:14 | 0:32:17 | |
It's in my foot! | 0:32:17 | 0:32:19 | |
LOUD SCRITCHING | 0:32:19 | 0:32:21 | |
Shireen! | 0:32:21 | 0:32:23 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:32:23 | 0:32:24 | |
HUMMING | 0:32:24 | 0:32:26 | |
I...I don't understand...she's... | 0:32:27 | 0:32:29 | |
It's upsetting, I understand. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:33 | |
But Father says we have to survive... | 0:32:33 | 0:32:36 | |
Eliza, do not fear this man, | 0:32:42 | 0:32:45 | |
he says he might be able to make you well. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:48 | |
Bill, how are you? | 0:32:49 | 0:32:51 | |
Yeah, yeah, I'm OK. Shireen... | 0:32:53 | 0:32:56 | |
-The lice? -Yeah. | 0:32:56 | 0:32:58 | |
Harry, too. Um, in brief - he's her dad. | 0:32:58 | 0:32:59 | |
He's been keeping her alive with the bugs for about 70 years. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
Your friends are the food. I said that I could...help. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:05 | |
Now, you must be Eliza. How are you feeling? Rotten? | 0:33:09 | 0:33:13 | |
I am quite well. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:15 | |
-Administer your treatment, Doctor. -What's the medical history here? | 0:33:15 | 0:33:19 | |
-What happened? Eliza, you were very ill? -Yes. -yes? | 0:33:19 | 0:33:22 | |
The doctors had, um, given up on you, | 0:33:23 | 0:33:28 | |
but then, one day, your father brings you a present... | 0:33:28 | 0:33:30 | |
Where did you find them? On the roof? In the garden? | 0:33:30 | 0:33:33 | |
'You find the insects. You bring them into the house | 0:33:35 | 0:33:38 | |
'because you want to show them to her. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:41 | |
'Presumably, just to... just to amuse her.' | 0:33:41 | 0:33:45 | |
-You couldn't have known what they were... -Can you help her or not? | 0:33:46 | 0:33:49 | |
I am helping! This is me helping! | 0:33:49 | 0:33:51 | |
How did you find out their unique abilities? | 0:33:51 | 0:33:55 | |
Did you bring them in here? | 0:33:55 | 0:33:56 | |
You brought them in here, right, but what activated them? | 0:33:56 | 0:33:59 | |
-You use a tuning fork now, but... -Pavel had that record on, a violin? | 0:33:59 | 0:34:02 | |
High-pitched sounds. Yes. | 0:34:02 | 0:34:04 | |
MUSIC BOX TINKLES MELODY | 0:34:09 | 0:34:11 | |
WOOD CREAKS AND GROANS | 0:34:11 | 0:34:13 | |
Soothes her to sleep. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:15 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:34:15 | 0:34:16 | |
'High-pitched sound. | 0:34:16 | 0:34:18 | |
'You leave your daughter alone for the night, or so you believe. | 0:34:20 | 0:34:24 | |
'The music wakes them. They set to work, and in the morning,' | 0:34:24 | 0:34:28 | |
you find her revitalised, | 0:34:28 | 0:34:30 | |
just...slightly wooden. | 0:34:30 | 0:34:33 | |
-You realise there's a way she can survive... -Enough! | 0:34:36 | 0:34:39 | |
No, wait, Doctor - that doesn't make sense. | 0:34:39 | 0:34:41 | |
MUSIC BOX STOPS | 0:34:41 | 0:34:43 | |
SCRITCHING FADES | 0:34:43 | 0:34:44 | |
Can you not interrupt? I'm doing my thing here. | 0:34:44 | 0:34:46 | |
But why would he pick up insects from the garden | 0:34:46 | 0:34:48 | |
-and bring them in to see his ill daughter? -Everyone loves insects. | 0:34:48 | 0:34:51 | |
-I don't! -They're fascinating! | 0:34:51 | 0:34:53 | |
OK. | 0:34:53 | 0:34:54 | |
Secondly, he's not wood. | 0:34:54 | 0:34:57 | |
He's just like us. | 0:34:58 | 0:35:00 | |
He's... | 0:35:00 | 0:35:01 | |
Yes... | 0:35:01 | 0:35:02 | |
So, if he's her father, and she was preserved 70 years ago... | 0:35:02 | 0:35:07 | |
SONIC SCREWDRIVER TRILLS | 0:35:07 | 0:35:09 | |
You... Oh! | 0:35:09 | 0:35:11 | |
No flies on you, Bill. | 0:35:12 | 0:35:14 | |
And no bugs in you. | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
I do not understand. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:18 | |
I forget, you see, your human lifespan - | 0:35:18 | 0:35:21 | |
it's not long, is it? | 0:35:21 | 0:35:22 | |
Do not let them trouble you... | 0:35:22 | 0:35:25 | |
What do you remember of the past, Eliza? | 0:35:25 | 0:35:27 | |
My...father... | 0:35:27 | 0:35:30 | |
He knows what's best. | 0:35:30 | 0:35:33 | |
Yes, the lice preserve the appearance and the voice, | 0:35:33 | 0:35:35 | |
but not so much the memories. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:37 | |
-He's not your father. Am I right? -No! Stop talking! | 0:35:37 | 0:35:42 | |
Father, what's the matter? | 0:35:42 | 0:35:44 | |
I don't understand... | 0:35:44 | 0:35:46 | |
Your father would've had better things to do | 0:35:46 | 0:35:49 | |
than playing with insects in the garden. | 0:35:49 | 0:35:53 | |
But he isn't your father. | 0:35:53 | 0:35:56 | |
When you were ill, he was sent out of the house, by the doctors | 0:35:56 | 0:35:59 | |
who are failing to save his MOTHER! | 0:35:59 | 0:36:02 | |
His...mother...? | 0:36:02 | 0:36:05 | |
'Eliza, he's your son. | 0:36:07 | 0:36:09 | |
'Your loving son.' | 0:36:13 | 0:36:15 | |
SHE SOBS | 0:36:24 | 0:36:26 | |
My son?! | 0:36:26 | 0:36:27 | |
CREAKING | 0:36:27 | 0:36:29 | |
-TEARFULLY: -Forgive me... | 0:36:31 | 0:36:33 | |
Forgive me. | 0:36:35 | 0:36:37 | |
'When you saw what the creatures had done, | 0:36:46 | 0:36:48 | |
'you understood, didn't you? | 0:36:48 | 0:36:51 | |
'The lice could keep your mother alive, | 0:36:51 | 0:36:54 | |
'if you protected them, | 0:36:54 | 0:36:56 | |
'tamed them, fed them.' | 0:36:56 | 0:36:59 | |
If you could save the one | 0:36:59 | 0:37:01 | |
who brought you into this world - wouldn't you?! | 0:37:01 | 0:37:03 | |
-HE SOBS -Your silence is a confirmation. | 0:37:07 | 0:37:10 | |
I did what you told me because I thought you knew best. | 0:37:12 | 0:37:17 | |
But I... | 0:37:18 | 0:37:20 | |
-I am your mother? -Yes... | 0:37:20 | 0:37:22 | |
And you... | 0:37:22 | 0:37:23 | |
All these children you've taken! | 0:37:26 | 0:37:29 | |
You told me it was necessary! | 0:37:30 | 0:37:32 | |
-That we had no choice. -That's right, it was. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:35 | |
It meant we could stay together. Don't you understand? We were happy! | 0:37:35 | 0:37:39 | |
I kept our lives a secret. | 0:37:39 | 0:37:43 | |
And a secret we must remain. | 0:37:43 | 0:37:47 | |
You have brought her nothing but misery and confusion! | 0:37:52 | 0:37:56 | |
You will be taken, like the others! | 0:37:56 | 0:38:00 | |
HE TAPS TUNING FORK | 0:38:00 | 0:38:02 | |
TUNING FORK SINGS | 0:38:02 | 0:38:04 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:38:04 | 0:38:06 | |
OK, now's the time for the plan. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:09 | |
-That was it, no plan. Info dump, then busk. -Well, start busking! | 0:38:09 | 0:38:12 | |
Eliza, people have died and will continue to die | 0:38:12 | 0:38:15 | |
-unless you stop all this right now. -How can I stop it?! | 0:38:15 | 0:38:18 | |
You're the parent. | 0:38:18 | 0:38:20 | |
You're in charge! | 0:38:20 | 0:38:21 | |
That's it! | 0:38:29 | 0:38:31 | |
-HE TAPS WOOD -Do what I say! | 0:38:34 | 0:38:36 | |
I control you! | 0:38:36 | 0:38:37 | |
No. | 0:38:39 | 0:38:40 | |
It's me. | 0:38:41 | 0:38:43 | |
I control them. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:46 | |
Eliza, finish them now, take them, or you'll die! | 0:38:47 | 0:38:50 | |
They'll destroy you! | 0:38:50 | 0:38:52 | |
What's the point in surviving if you never see anyone, | 0:38:52 | 0:38:55 | |
if you hide yourself away from the world? | 0:38:55 | 0:38:58 | |
When did you last open the shutters? | 0:38:58 | 0:39:00 | |
FIREWORKS FIZZ AND BANG, CHEERING | 0:39:05 | 0:39:09 | |
The freshers' party in the park. | 0:39:11 | 0:39:13 | |
Exactly. New friends. | 0:39:13 | 0:39:16 | |
Fireworks! That's what life should be! | 0:39:16 | 0:39:18 | |
I remember... | 0:39:20 | 0:39:21 | |
My son... | 0:39:23 | 0:39:25 | |
Leave my side at last. | 0:39:27 | 0:39:29 | |
Go and see the world. | 0:39:30 | 0:39:32 | |
No! I don't want to! | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
If you won't finish them... | 0:39:35 | 0:39:38 | |
-..I will! -John! | 0:39:40 | 0:39:42 | |
CREAKING, SCRITCHING | 0:39:44 | 0:39:46 | |
My little boy, this has to end. | 0:39:46 | 0:39:50 | |
No! We mustn't end! | 0:39:50 | 0:39:52 | |
We have to destroy them! | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
It's our time. | 0:39:54 | 0:39:56 | |
SCRITCHING | 0:39:56 | 0:39:58 | |
No, I don't want to! | 0:39:58 | 0:40:01 | |
HE SOBS | 0:40:01 | 0:40:03 | |
No, no... | 0:40:04 | 0:40:07 | |
Thank you. | 0:40:09 | 0:40:10 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:40:13 | 0:40:16 | |
LOUD CREAKING AND GROANING We've got to get out of here. | 0:40:18 | 0:40:21 | |
Is that...? | 0:40:21 | 0:40:23 | |
Yes, your friend. She's restoring them! | 0:40:23 | 0:40:25 | |
THEY STRAIN | 0:40:27 | 0:40:29 | |
-I thought you were gone. -Are you OK? | 0:40:31 | 0:40:34 | |
Me?! Yeah, I'm fine. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:36 | |
-What about the others? -Come on! | 0:40:36 | 0:40:39 | |
We need to get out! Now! | 0:40:46 | 0:40:48 | |
CREAKING AND GROANING | 0:40:48 | 0:40:51 | |
Wrong way! Wrong way! Wrong way! | 0:40:55 | 0:40:58 | |
RUMBLING | 0:40:58 | 0:40:59 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:40:59 | 0:41:02 | |
Bang goes the deposit(!) | 0:41:02 | 0:41:05 | |
Oh, man! That's our house. | 0:41:05 | 0:41:07 | |
Gone. | 0:41:08 | 0:41:09 | |
RUMBLING, MASONRY CRUMBLES | 0:41:09 | 0:41:11 | |
Right, you lot, back to the estate agent! | 0:41:11 | 0:41:14 | |
CRUMBLING, CRASHING | 0:41:14 | 0:41:17 | |
Better luck next time! | 0:41:17 | 0:41:19 | |
CLANKING | 0:41:21 | 0:41:23 | |
-Oh, here he comes! -Are you being cheerful? I'm against cheerful. | 0:41:26 | 0:41:30 | |
Bill told me you went on a little adventure. You see? | 0:41:30 | 0:41:33 | |
-I see what? -Well, you don't have to go to outer space to find monsters. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:39 | |
There's plenty of things that want to kill you right here on Earth. | 0:41:39 | 0:41:42 | |
Result(!) | 0:41:42 | 0:41:43 | |
-Actually, I'm not that hungry. -Well, I am. -Obviously! | 0:41:45 | 0:41:49 | |
OK. You can take the rest of the night off. | 0:41:51 | 0:41:54 | |
Go on, go do whatever it is you do. | 0:41:54 | 0:41:55 | |
Actually, what do you do? No! Never tell me that. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:58 | |
-I just want to have a look at this. -BEEPING | 0:41:58 | 0:42:00 | |
Our friend inside's been a little restive lately... | 0:42:00 | 0:42:03 | |
-Ah, I can sort that out. -No, it's all right, I don't mind... | 0:42:03 | 0:42:06 | |
TERSELY: Goodnight, Nardole. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
Right. Goodnight, sir. | 0:42:11 | 0:42:14 | |
See you in the morning. | 0:42:15 | 0:42:16 | |
PIANO PLAYS, FROM INSIDE: Fur Elise by Beethoven | 0:42:16 | 0:42:21 | |
A piano? | 0:42:23 | 0:42:24 | |
You've put a piano in there? Why? | 0:42:24 | 0:42:27 | |
Goodnight. | 0:42:28 | 0:42:30 | |
Oh, you don't learn, do you, sir? | 0:42:30 | 0:42:33 | |
FOOTSTEPS RECEDE | 0:42:33 | 0:42:35 | |
HE KNOCKS Hey! | 0:42:43 | 0:42:45 | |
Do you want dinner? I've got Mexican. | 0:42:45 | 0:42:48 | |
PLAYING ENDS ABRUPTLY ON LOW NOTE | 0:42:48 | 0:42:50 | |
Look, I know you miss it all. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:53 | |
But I'm stuck here, too, you know? | 0:42:53 | 0:42:55 | |
We're both prisoners. | 0:42:55 | 0:42:58 | |
So, what do you say - dinner? | 0:42:58 | 0:42:59 | |
I've got a new story for you, too. | 0:43:02 | 0:43:04 | |
There's a haunted house and woodlice from space. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:07 | |
And lots of young people get eaten. | 0:43:10 | 0:43:13 | |
PIANO PLAYS: Pop Goes The Weasel | 0:43:13 | 0:43:16 | |
DOOR LOCKS BEEPS, CLANKING | 0:43:18 | 0:43:20 | |
I'm coming in. | 0:43:20 | 0:43:22 | |
'Mining station. Chasm Forge. Crew of 40.' | 0:43:28 | 0:43:32 | |
Hello? | 0:43:32 | 0:43:33 | |
'Four survivors. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:35 | |
'One distress call. | 0:43:35 | 0:43:37 | |
'They were killed by their own suits.' | 0:43:37 | 0:43:40 | |
That means there's 36 corpses walking about this station! | 0:43:40 | 0:43:43 | |
If we want to keep breathing, we have exactly one option. | 0:43:43 | 0:43:47 | |
None of us have more than 3,000 breaths left. | 0:43:47 | 0:43:50 | |
Then stop wasting them. | 0:43:50 | 0:43:51 | |
ELECTRICITY BUZZES | 0:43:54 | 0:43:56 |