Fear Her Doctor Who

Maeve? You OK?

No, love. I'm not.

You want me to call a doctor?

Doctor can't help.

Can't...can't you feel it, Trish?

I can't feel anything.

Boys... get indoors!

Get inside! Get 'em inside!

-What's up with you? They ain't doing nothing wrong.

-It's happening again!

# ..in the old gum tree

# Merry, merry king of the bush is he

# Laugh, kookaburra Laugh, kookaburra

# Gay your life must be. #

-They're not safe!

-They're in the garden!

That's what it likes! It likes it when they're playing! Get 'em in! I'm begging you!

# Merry, merry king of the bush is he

# Laugh, kookaburra

# Laugh, kookaburra

# Gay your life must be. #

Right, I've got my beady eyes on 'em. Come on, come on.

-No!

-Tom?

-What are you?

-Where's he gone?

'What do you want with our children?'

SHE HUMS THE KOOKABURRA SONG

Ah.

Aah!

So, near future, yeah?

I had a passing fancy. Only it didn't pass. It stopped.

Thirtieth Olympiad.

-No way! Why didn't I think of this? That's great.

-Only seems like yesterday a few naked Greek blokes

were tossing a discus about,

wrestling with each other in the sand as the crowds stood around baying...

No, wait a minute, that was Club Med.

Just in time for the opening ceremony tonight.

Last one they had in London was dynamite.

Wembley, 1948. I loved it so much that I went back and watched it all over again.

Fella carrying the torch. Lovely chap. What was his...?

-John, Mark? Legs like pipe-cleaners but strong as a whippet...

-Doctor.

-In those days, everyone had a tea-party to go to.

-Doctor!

-You ever have cakes with crunchy ball-bearings on top?

-Look at this!

-You know...?

Nobody else in this entire galaxy has ever bothered to make edible ball-bearings. Genius!

What's taking them do you think?

Snatching children from a thoroughly ordinary street like this.

And why's it so cold?

Something's reducing the temperature.

Says they all went missing this week.

Why would a person do something like this?

What makes you think it's a person?

Whatever it is, it's got the whole street scared to death.

Doctor, what...?

CAR WON'T START

There you go! Fifth today! That's not natural, is it?

I had it serviced less than a month ago.

Don't even try and explain it, mate.

All the cars are doing it and you know what, it's bonkers.

Bonkers.

Come on, then, pal, I'll help you shift it.

Quicker you're on your way, the happier you'll be.

There we go.

Do you want a hand?

No, we're all right, love.

Well, you're not. I'm tougher than I look, honest.

-Does this happen a lot?

-Cheers, mate.

-Been doing it all week.

-Since those children started going missing?

Yeah. Suppose so.

Hmm, tickles.

What's your game?

My, um... Snakes And Ladders?

Quite good at squash... Reasonable.

I'm being facetious, aren't I?

There's no call for it.

Every car cuts out. Council are going nuts.

They've given this street the works - renamed it. I've been Tarmacking every pothole.

Look at that. Beauty, innit?

Yep, and this is all because that Olympic torch comes right by the end of this close. Just down there.

Everything's gotta be perfect, ain't it?

-Only it ain't.

-It takes 'em when they're playing.

-What takes them?

-Danny, Jane, Dale...snatched in the blink of an eye.

No, I'm not a liar, I'm a police officer. That's what I am. I've got a badge and a police car.

-I can prove it.

-We've had coppers poking around here and you don't look or sound like any of 'em.

See? Look! I've got a colleague!

-Lewis!

-She looks less like a copper than you do!

-Training.

It was either that or hair-dressing, so... Voila!

-What are you going to do?

-The police have knocked on every door - no clues, no leads, nothing!

-Kids run off sometimes, all right? That's what they do.

-I saw it with my own eyes.

Dale Hicks in your garden playing with your Tommy and then...right in front of me.

Like he was never there. There's no need to look any further than this street. It's right here amongst us!

-Why don't we...?

-Why don't we start with him?

-There's been all sorts in this street, day and night.

-Fixing things up for the Olympics!

-And taking a long time about it!

-I'm of the opinion...

-That's slander!

-I don't care what it is!

-I think we need to just...

-I want an apology!

-Stop picking on him!

-Yeah, stop picking on me!

-And stop pretending to be blind! It's evil!

-I don't believe in evil.

You believe in Tarmackers with kidnapped kiddies in their van!

-That's not what she's saying!

-Stop ganging up on me?

-Feeling guilty, are we?

-FINGERS ON LIPS!

In the last six days, three of your children have been stolen.

Snatched out of thin air, right?

Er, can I...?

Look around you.

This was a safe street till it came.

It's not a person.

I'll say it if no-one else will.

Maybe you're coppers and maybe you're not.

I don't care who you are, can you please help us?

SNIFFING

You want a hanky?

Can you smell it?

What's it remind you of?

-Sort of...metal?

-Mm-hmm!

-Oh!

Danny Edwards cycled in one end but never came out the other.

Whoa, there it goes again. Look at the hairs on the back of my manly hairy hand.

And there's that smell. It's like a...a burnt fuse plug or something.

There's a residual energy in the spots where the kids vanished.

Whatever it was, it used an awful lot of power to do this.

You have to come down some time, Chloe...

I'm busy, Mum.

Look at it in here. You must've used up half a rainforest.

That's Dale.

Why did you draw him so sad?

I didn't draw him like that.

Dale made himself sad.

So I'm going to draw him a friend.

That's what he needs - more friends.

Have you seen the TV?

Look, this'll cheer you up. The torch is getting close.

It'll pass right by our street.

Tonight they'll light the Olympic flame in the stadium

and the whole world will be looking at our city.

I mean, doesn't that make you feel part of something? ..Sweetheart?

-Chloe?

-I'm busy, Mum.

OK.

You're tired, Chloe.

-I heard you calling out again last night.

-It's fine.

-Nightmares?

I'm drawing!

Whatever they are...

they're just dreams, you do know that?

They can't hurt you.

I'm busy! Unless you want me to draw you...Mum.

If you want to stay cooped up in here, fine. I'll leave you to it.

Well, aren't you a beautiful boy!

Thanks. I'm experimenting with back-combing.

-Oh.

-I used to have one like you.

What?

I'm not really a cat person. Once you've been threatened by one in a nun's wimple,

it kind of takes the joy out of it.

Come here, puss.

What d'you want to go in there for?

FAINT MIAOWING

Doctor!

-Ohh!

-Whoa! Hoo-hoo!

Ion residue. Blimey! That takes some doing. Just to snatch a living organism out of space-time.

This baby's like, "I'm having some of that!" I'm impressed.

-So the cat's been transported.

-It can harness huge reserves of ionic power.

We need to find the source of that power.

Find the source and you will find...whatever has taken to stealing children and fluffy animals.

See what you can see. Keep 'em peeled, Lewis.

I've given you friends and you still moan.

Moan, moan, moan. You're lucky.

You're all together. You don't know what it is to be alone.

If you did, you'd be thanking me.

-PENCIL LEAD SNAPS

-NO!

THUD

CLATTERING

Is that you, puss cat? You trapped?

METAL CLATTERS

BANG!

Not gonna open it, not gonna open it, not gonna open it...

Stay still!

Okey-dokey?

Yeah. Cheers.

No probs.

I'll give you a fiver if you can tell me what the hell it is cos I haven't got the foggiest.

-Well, I can tell you you've just killed it.

-It was never living.

It's animated by energy. The same energy that's snatching people. So dinky!

The go-anywhere creature.

Fits in the pocket. Makes friends. Impresses your boss. Breaks the ice at parties.

Hi, ho, here we go.

Let's have a look.

-Get out of here!

-What's it say?

It is!

It's graphite!

Basically the same material as an HB pencil.

-I was attacked by a pencil scribble?!

-A scribble creature,

brought into being with ionic energy.

Whatever we're dealing with, it can create things as well as take them.

-But why make a scribble creature?

-Maybe it was a mistake.

I mean, you scribble over something when you want to get rid of it, like a drawing.

Like a...

child's...drawing.

You said it was in the street.

-Probably.

-The girl.

-Of course! ..What girl?

Something about her gave me the creeps.

-Even her own mum looked scared of her.

-Are you deducting?

-I think I am.

-Copper's hunch?

-Permission to follow it up, Sarge?

DOORBELL RINGS

DOOR KNOCKER RATTLES

-Hello, I'm the Doctor and this is Rose. Can we see your daughter?

-No! You can't.

-OK. Bye.

Why? Why do you want to see Chloe?

Well, there's some interesting stuff going on in this street

and I just thought... Well, we thought that she might like to give us a hand.

-Sorry to bother you.

-Yeah, sorry.

We'll let you get on with things. On your own. Bye again.

Wait...

Can you help her?

Yes, I can.

'The torch-bearer is running up towards the Mall...'

She stays in her room most of the time.

I try talking to her, but it's like trying to speak to a brick wall.

She gives me nothing, just asks to be left alone.

What about Chloe's dad?

-Chloe's dad died a year ago.

-I'm sorry.

You wouldn't be if you'd known him.

Well, let's go and say hi.

I should check on her first, she might be asleep.

Why are you afraid of her, Trish?

I want you to know, before you see her, that she's really a great kid.

-I'm sure she is.

-She's never been in trouble at school. You should see her report

from last year. As and Bs.

Can I use your loo?

She's in the choir.

She sings in old folks' homes.

Any mum would be proud, you know?

I want you to know these things before you see her, Doctor,

because right now, she's not herself.

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

DOOR RATTLES

All right there?

I'm the Doctor.

-I'm Chloe Webber.

-How are you doing, Chloe Webber?

I'm busy. I'm making something.

Aren't I, Mum?

And like I said, she's not been sleeping.

But you've been drawing, though.

I'm rubbish. Stick men are about my limit.

Can do this though.

Can you do that?

-They don't stop moaning.

-Chloe?

I try to help them but they don't stop moaning!

-Who don't?

-We can be together.

-Sweetheart...

-Don't touch me, Mum!

THUDS >

GROWLING: I'm coming!

I'm busy...Doctor.

Come on, Chloe, don't be a spoil-sport. What's the big project?

I'm dying to know.

-What are you making up there?

-Doctor!

GROWLING: I'm coming to hurt you!

Look at it!

-No, ta.

-What the hell was that?

-A drawing - face of a man.

-What face?

-Best not.

-What have you been drawing?

-I drew him yesterday.

-Who?

-Dad.

-Your dad?

But he's long gone.

Chloe, with all the lovely things in the world, why him?

-I dream about him...staring at me.

-I thought we were putting him behind us.

What's the matter with you?

-We need to stay together.

-Yes, we do.

No, not you, us.

We need to stay together and then it will be all right.

Trish...the drawings. Have you seen what Chloe's drawings can do?

Who gave you permission to come into her room? Get out!

-Tell us about the drawings, Chloe.

-No more.

But that drawing of her dad... I heard a voice, he spoke!

He's dead! And these? They're kids' pictures! Now get out!

Chloe has a power and I don't know how, but she's used it to take Danny Edwards, Dale Hicks.

-She's using it to snatch the kids!

-Get out!

-Have you seen those drawings move?

-No!

-Yes, you have.

-Out of the corner of your eye.

-No.

And you dismissed it because you can't explain it.

-If anyone mentions it, you get angry, so it's never spoken of ever again.

-She's a child.

And you're terrified of her.

But who's going to believe the things you see in the corner of your eye? No-one.

Except me.

Who are you?

I'm help.

ROSE CLEARS HER THROAT

Those pictures, they're alive.

-She draws people and they end up in her pictures.

-Ionic energy.

Chloe's harnessing it to place those kids in a holding pen made up of ionic power.

-And what about the dad from hell in her wardrobe?

-I've told you, he's dead.

Well, he's got a very loud voice for a dead bloke.

If living things can become drawings then maybe drawings can become living things. ..Uh!

Chloe's real dad is dead. But not the one who visits her in her nightmares.

That dad seems very real, and he's a heartbeat away from crashing into this world.

She always got the worst of it when he was alive.

Doctor, how can a 12-year-old girl be doing any of this?

Let's find out.

Nice one.

-There we go.

-I can't let him...

-Ssh, it's OK. Trust him.

Now we can talk.

(I want Chloe!

(Wake her up! I want Chloe!)

-Who are you?

-(I want Chloe Webber!)

-What have you done to my little girl?

-Doctor, what is it?

-I'm speaking to you,

the entity that is using this human child.

I request parlez in compliance with The Shadow Proclamation.

(I don't care about shadows or parlezes!)

So what do you care about?

(I want my friends!)

You're lonely, I know.

Identify yourself.

(I am one of many.

(I travel with my brothers and sisters.

(We take an endless journey. A thousand of your lifetimes.

(But now I am alone. I hate it. It's not fair

-(and I hate it!)

-Name yourself.

(Isolus.)

You're Isolus, of course!

Our journey began in the Deep Realms when we were a family.

-What's that?

-The Isolus mother, drifting in deep space.

See, she jettisons millions of fledgling spores - her children.

The Isolus are empathic beings of intense emotion.

When they're cast off from their mother,

their need for each other is what sustains them.

They need to be together. They cannot be alone.

Our journey is long.

The Isolus children travel, each inside a pod.

They ride the heat and energy of solar tides.

And it takes thousands and thousands of years for them to grow up.

Thousands of years just floating through space? Poor things.

Don't they go mad with boredom?

We play.

You...play?

While they travel, they play games.

They use their ionic power to literally create make-believe worlds in which to play.

-In-flight entertainment.

-It helps keep them happy.

While they're happy they can feed off each other's love. Without it, they're lost.

Why did you come to Earth?

We were too close!

That's a solar flare from your sun.

Would have made a tidal wave of solar energy that scattered the Isolus pods.

Only I fell to Earth.

My brothers and sisters are left up there

and I can not reach them.

So alone!

Your pod crashed? Where is it?

My pod was drawn to heat

and I was drawn to Chloe Webber.

She was like me - alone.

She needed me and I her.

You empathized with her.

-You wanted to be with her because she was alone like you.

-I want my family!

-It's not fair!

-I understand, you want to make a family.

But you can't stay in this child, it's wrong.

-You can't steal any more friends for yourself.

-I am alone!

-CRASH AND GROWLING

-I'm coming to hurt you.

-I'm coming!

-Trish! How do you calm her?

-What?!

-When she has nightmares, what do you do?

-I...

-What do you DO?

-I sing.

Start singing.

-GROWLING:

-Chloe, I'm coming.

# Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree

# Merry, merry king of the bush is he

SINGING AND GROWLING CONTINUE

GROWLING FADES

# ..kookaburra Gay your life must be

It came to her because she was lonely.

Oh, Chloe, I'm sorry.

Chloe usually got the brunt of his temper, when he'd had a drink.

The day he crashed the car, I thought we were free. I thought it was over.

Did you talk to her about it?

I didn't want to.

But maybe that's why Chloe feels so alone.

Because she has these terrible dreams about her dad but she can't talk to you about them.

Her and the Isolus -

two lonely kids who needed each other.

It won't stop, will it, Doctor?

It'll just keep pulling kids in.

It's desperate to be loved.

-It's used to a pretty big family.

-How big?

Say around four billion?

'The queue started a week ago

'for those desperate enough to be inside - there are lots of them.

'We're expecting a capacity crowd of 80,000 for this evening's opening ceremony. There's been...'

We need that pod.

It crashed. Won't it be destroyed?

It's been sucking in heat. That should keep it fit to launch.

It should have a weak energy signature the Tardis can trace.

Once we find it, then we can stop the Isolus.

She's running a temperature.

..I can't go into that now, Kirsty.

Yes, we've got a doctor.

..Yes, he said he can help her.

We can scan for the same trace I picked up from the scribble creature. Just need to widen the field a bit.

You knew the Isolus was lonely before it told you. How?

I know what it's like to travel a long way on your own. Give me the steino-magnetic...

-the thing in your left hand.

-Sounds like you're on its side.

-I sympathize, that's all.

-The Isolus has caused a lot of pain for these people.

-It's a child.

-That's why it went to Chloe.

-Hmm.

Feels to me like a temper tantrum cos it can't get its own way.

It's scared. Come on, you were a kid once. Binary dot.

Yes, and I know what kids can be like. Right little...terrors.

-Gum.

-Hey, I've got cousins. Kids can't have it all their own way.

-That's part of being a family.

-And what about trying to understand them?

Easy for you to say, you don't have kids.

-I was a dad... once.

-What did you say?

I think we're there.

Fear. Loneliness. They're the big ones, Rose.

Some terrible acts have been inspired by them.

This isn't something that wants to conquer or destroy.

There's a lot of things you need to get across this universe - warp drive, wormhole refractors.

Do you know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.

No, look, I'm pointing.

It's the pod! It IS in the street!

Everything's coming up Doctor!

It's about two inches across. Dull grey, like a gull's egg. Very light.

So these pods, they travel from sun to sun, using the heat, yeah? So it's not all about love and stuff.

-Doesn't the pod just need heat?

-GLASS SMASHES

Doctor?

DOCTOR!

It's OK, I've taken all the pencils off her.

Leave me alone! I want to be with Chloe Webber!

I love Chloe Webber.

-Bring him back now.

-No!

Don't you realise what you've done?

-He was the only one who could help you. Now bring him back!

-Leave me alone! I love Chloe Webber!

I know.

I know.

Doctor, if you can hear me, I'm going to get you out of there. I'll find the pod.

Don't leave her alone, no matter what.

'The torchbearer is getting closer to the Olympic Stadium,

'heading down The Strand

'before turning east...'

Heat.

They travel on heat.

Look at this finish. Smooth as a baby's bottom.

-Not a bump or a lump.

-Kel, was there anything in this street the last few days giving off a lot of heat?

I mean, you could eat your dinner off this.

Beautiful. So you tell me why the other one's got a lump in it

when I gave it the same craftsmanship as I did this one?

Well, when you've worked it out put it in a big book about Tarmacking.

But before you do that, think back six days.

Six days?

-When I was laying this the first time round?

-What?

-That's when filled in this pothole for the first time.

-Six days ago.

-Yeah.

Hot, fresh tar.

Blended to a secret council recipe.

And I don't keep it in the van.

Hey! That's a council van! Out!

Whoa! Wait a minute!

You've just removed a council axe from a council van.

Put it back. No, don't. That's my van.

Give me the axe. Wait! No! No! Stop!

You just took a council axe from a council van

and now you're digging up a council road!

I'm reporting you to the council!

It went for the hottest thing in the street - your tar!

-What is it?

-It's a spaceship!

Not a council spaceship, I'm afraid.

'We are live on BBC News 24. The opening ceremony of the London Olympics of 2012 is well under way.

'Athletes are streaming into the stadium right now. They all have their dreams.

'They've all put in years of hard work...'

I found it!

Don't know what to do with it but maybe the Isolus will just hop on board.

Hang on, I told you not to leave her.

'My God!

'What is going on here?'

-I don't care if Snow White and the Seven Dwarves buried under there, you do not...

-Shut up!

'The crowd has vanished. Em, everyone has gone.

'Thousands of people have just gone, er,

'er, right in front of my eyes. It's impossible.

'Bob, can we join you in the box?

'Bob?!

'Not you too, Bob?'

A stadium won't be enough.

The Isolus has four billion brothers and sisters.

'Over 80,000 spectators and 13,000 athletes...'

-Not enough.

-'..they're gone.

'All of those people.

'It's a terrible, terrible turn of events...'

We won't be alone, Chloe Webber.

We'll have all of them. And then we'll never feel alone ever again.

-Chloe?

-Chloe? It's Rose. Open the door!

We found your ship! We can send you home.

-Chloe!

-Open up!

-Right, stand back.

-GROWLING: I'm coming to hurt you.

I'm coming. Coming to hurt you.

-Chloe!

-I'm coming to hurt you.

-I'm coming...

-I have to stop her.

If you stop Chloe Webber, I will let him out.

We will let him out together!

I cannot be alone!

It's not fair!

I've got your pod!

-The pod is dead!

-No, no. It only needs heat.

-It needs more than heat.

-What, then?

I'm not being funny or nothing... but that picture just moved.

And that one!

She didn't draw that, he did.

But it needs more than heat, Doctor!

'..is still on its way. I suppose it's more than a torch now.

'It's a beacon. It's a beacon of hope and fortitude and courage.

'And it's a beacon of love.'

-Love!

-'So let's have a look from the helicopter.

'The torchbearer...'

I know how to charge up the pod!

'..past Dame Kelly Holmes Close...'

CHEERING

-Sorry, you'll have to watch from here.

-I've got to get closer!

-No.

-I can stop this happening!

-GROWLING: Chloe...

-Chloe!

-I'm coming to hurt you.

-She's my baby!

-You're not going to hurt her again!

-Chloe! I'm coming!

TWITTERING

You felt it, didn't you?

Feel the love.

Yeah!

I can go home.

Goodbye, Chloe Webber.

I love you.

-Mum?

-I'm here.

Mummy!

Nice one! You did it!

What was it you did?

Mummy.

Jane!

Doctor?

I don't know who you are or what you did but thank you, darling.

And thank that man for me too.

Where is he? He should be here?

All the drawings have come to life.

That means all of them.

Oh, no.

-Get out!

-I can't. The door's stuck.

-Is the Doctor in there?

-I don't think so.

-Mummy!

GROWLING: Chloe, I'm coming to hurt you!

Please, Dad...no more.

-Chloe!

-Chloe, listen to me.

It isn't real like the others. It's just energy left over by the Isolus.

You can get rid of it!

-Help us!

-It's because you're so scared that he's real. But you can get shot of him, Chloe.

-Mummy!

-You can do it, Chloe!

-I can't!

-Chloe, I'm coming!

-I can't!

-I'm coming...

-I can't.

-I'm coming...

-Mummy!

-Chloe!

-I'm with you, Chloe. You're not alone.

You'll never be alone again.

-Chloe!

-Chloe, sing!

# Kookaburra sits... #

Chloe! Chloe!

Chloe!

Chloe! I'm coming to hurt you.

CHLOE AND HER MUM SING # Laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra Gay your life must be.

# Laugh kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra Gay your life must be... #

< GROWLING FADES # Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree

# Merry, merry king of the bush is he

# Laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra Gay your life must be. #

Maybe he's gone somewhere.

Who's gonna hold his hand now?

'Just look at this - utterly incredible scenes at the Olympic Stadium.

'80,000 athletes and spectators, they disappeared, they've come back.

'They've re-appeared. It's quite incredible.

'Bob, this was certainly...'

80,000 people, so where's the Doctor?

-I need him!

-'Hang on! The torch-bearer seems to be in trouble.

'We did see a flash of lightning earlier that seemed to strike him.

'Maybe he's injured. He's definitely in trouble.

'Does this mean that the Olympic dream is dead?'

Doctor...

'There's a mystery man.

'He's picked up the flame and we've no idea who he is.

'He's carrying the flame. Yes, he's carrying the flame and no-one wants to stop him.

'It's more than a flame now, Bob.

'It's more than heat and light - it's hope

and it's courage and it's love.

CROWD CHEERS

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Go on, join your brothers and sisters.

They'll be waiting.

Cake?

Top banana!

I can't stress this enough - ball-bearings you can eat.

Masterpiece!

I thought I'd lost you.

Nah, not on a night like this.

-This is a night for lost things being found. Come on.

-What now?

I want to go to the Games, it's what we came for.

Go on, give us a clue.

Which events do we do well in?

I will tell you this,

Papua New Guinea surprise everyone in the shot-put.

Really? You're joking, aren't you?

Doctor?

-Are you serious or are you joking?

-Wait and see.

You know what? They keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will.

Never say "never ever".

Nah, we'll always be OK, you and me.

Don't you reckon, Doctor?

-Something in the air. Something coming.

-What?

A storm's approaching.

This is the story of war on Earth.

The valiant child who will die in battle so very soon.

-Said I was going to die in battle.

-Then it lied.

Welcome to Torchwood!

I woke up one morning and there they all were - ghosts everywhere.

-If I'm the enemy, does that mean I'm the prisoner?

-Oh, yes.

Oi, where are you taking that?

If it's alien, it's ours.

-We've got a problem down here. Yvonne, can you hear me?

-Send that thing back into hell!

The Doctor, assuming alien authority over the rights of man.

They're bleeding through the fault lines, walking from their world across the void and into yours.

-You can't stop us, Doctor.

-This world is colliding with another.

-Positions!

Who are they?

-Cybermen!

-Uh!

-SCREAMING

That's when it all ended.

This is the last story I'll ever tell.

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd 2006

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