10x04 - Knock Knock

[bunniefuu]

Hey!

SHIREEN: Hey.

- So, Felicity...
- FELICITY: Hi.

- Harry.
- Hello.

- Pavel. And Paul.
- Hi.

Everyone, this is Bill, your new housemate.

- Be nice.
- (ALL LAUGHING)

Six bedrooms?

I've got audio equipment, so some extra space would be good.

I'd quite like underfloor heating.

ESTATE AGENT: This is bedroom five.

It hasn't got a door.

Er, bedroom six is just through there.

As you can see, this offers more space.

(HORNS BLARING)

What do other people do?

- Other people have money.
- MAN: Forgive me, but...

Are you looking for somewhere to live?

FELICITY: Oh, wow!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

PAUL: Oh, mate, check the tower!

LANDLORD: I'm afraid the tower is unsafe.

Bill, look at it!

Yeah, but why is it so cheap?

This place is great. The rooms are huge!

Can I move in tonight? My hosts are kicking me out.

Yes. Yes, of course. So, you'll sign the contract?

- ALL: Yes!
- Yeah, of course!

Bill?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

Wicked.

(CREAKING IN DISTANCE)

(WIND BLOWING)

(BLOWS)

(VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)

(CREAKING IN DISTANCE)

(CREAKING CONTINUES)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

What? No, no. No, no. Stop!

- (RECORD SCRATCHES)
- Stop!

- (MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (PAVEL SCREAMING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Three... Two...

(TARDIS MATERIALISING)

One.

(CHUCKLES)

That's all you've got?

I thought you'd have loads.

Thanks for helping, yeah?

You should hire this out.

Like a removal service.

Removals? Bill, I'm a Time Lord.

- "Time Lord"? What's that? Your job?
- No, it's my, er...

People. My species.

Doesn't sound like a species. Sounds posh, like...

"Yes, my lord." Doff my cap.

Oh, well, that's why I gave it up. Ran away.

(CHUCKLES) Time Lords. That's hilarious.

Do you wear robes and big hats?

No, big collars, mostly.

- Do you want the postcode?
- Sorry?

To find the house.

Bill, the TARDIS uses multi-dimensional space-time coordinates.

So you know where it is?

Okay, right, put the postcode in here.

- I saw the bedroom. Do you sleep here?
- If I need to.

- Done?
- Yeah.

"If I need to." What does that mean?

- Sleep's for tortoises.
- Not "Time Lords"?

No. Unless we've regenerated, or had a big lunch.

Regenerated?

Oh, the questions. The questions, the questions.

Just remember "Time Lords."
That's enough for now.

- Oh, here we are.
- Ah!

(THE DOCTOR GRUNTS)

Oh, I'll use the TARDIS.
Take it all to your room.

Firstly, I don't know which one my room is.

And secondly, that's weird. And I want to make a good impression.

It's cool. I'll just get everything out of the TARDIS and then you can go.

Thanks for the lift, though. Bye.

(TREES CREAKING)

That's your house?

Sharing, yeah. Six of us. Renting.

I thought you were students.

Yeah. I was like, "What's the catch?"

But actually, it's fine.
Just a bit draughty.

Draughty?

(CREAKING CONTINUES)

I meant draughty inside.

Interesting. I'll help you in.

No, no. No, it's fine. You really don't have to. It's like...

- Really not a problem.
- No, wait, honestly. If you just...

If you can just go and do history or whatever.

(SIGHS)

Hey! Where have you been? I thought...
Ah! You're The Doctor?

Yes, hi. Can I get past?

Oh, yeah. He's just helping with the move.

Helping?

- He's just my...
- THE DOCTOR: Friend.

- Granddad.
- Wait, I don't look old enough...

To hold that box for very long.

There. (SIGHS) Me.

How exciting is this?

Oh, wow! Doctor! Legend!

- He's my granddad.
- Oh, come on.

Father, at least, please.

All right. Grandfather. (LAUGHS)

You really can go now, though.

Thanks for the help. Job done.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

He's your granddad? That's awesome.

Mine went greypacking on the Great Wall of China with his boyfriend, but they got arrested for trying to steal a bit.

- A bit of what?
- Of the wall.

Okay.

- You want a hand?
- Er, yeah.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Thanks.

Keep thinking there's gonna be one of those

bookcases that you pull special books, and it's a secret passage.
- Yeah?

- Spooky.
- (SIGHS)

(MUFFLED VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)

Thanks.

Met Pavel on my first day.

Often does this. Sits in his room for days. Says it gets him in the zone.

- (LAUGHING)
- All these lot are empty.

PAUL: Yeah, this is nice.

I picked my room before I'd even seen up here.

BILL: Thought you wanted the tower.

PAUL: Yeah, I wish. Can't find a way in.

There's a freshers' party in the park tonight.

This lot aren't interested, but could be fun.

Or not. Er...

But either way, I was saying we should throw our own party, you know.

Pop up. Freestyle. Boom!

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, sounds good.

- See you later, then.
- Sure.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Here you go, Mum. My own place.

You proud?

Thanks.

(CREAKING)

(LAUGHS, MIMICS CREAKING)

(CREAKING)

Stop it.

There's no living puddles or...

Weird robots, big fish.

It's just a new house.

And people you don't know.

Not scary at all.

(CREAKING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SIGHS) I always get nervous when there's no reception, like something bad's going to happen.

- We'll have to get a landline.
- Landline? What is this, Scotland?

- (LAUGHS)
- HARRY: Actually,

I was unpacking just now and heard this... Tapping?

- Little footsteps? Like, in the room above.
- What?

BOTH: Ooh...

Maybe it's a little doll who's come to life.

Or maybe a massive, freaky spider.

- Probably just a mouse.
- Yeah, we know. Just messing with her.

Mice. If there's mice, I'm leaving.

(SCRATCHING)

What's that?

- Pavel?
- Pavel's upstairs.

(SCRATCHING)

- Paul, go and have a look.
- Why me?

You're physically the biggest.

(LAUGHS) And the most expendable.

(THUMPING)

It's in the kitchen.

It's all right. I'll go.

(THUMPING)

- (THUMPING)
- (GASPS)

- (THUMPING)
- Maybe it's just the central heating.

- (CLANGING)
- (ALL SIGHING)

(SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUZZING)

- There isn't any.
- I thought...

He'd gone home. Me, too.

Isn't any what?

Central heating.

I've been looking around, inside and out.

Very interesting. Lots of wood.

Er, why are you still here?

Do you know what that is?

That's an oil-burning heater.
You might need it.

There's no washing machine either.
The hob is from the ' s.

- Thanks so much.
- The power sockets will not take your devices.

Oh, I thought it was just my room.

No, no, no. They are out of date.

What's that smell?

- Is that Chinese food? I love Chinese.
- Doctor!

There might be a few old things,

but it just needs updating.

It's not like there's some massive mystery going on.

Did you hear the trees creaking outside when we arrived?

Yeah, it was the wind.

There wasn't any wind.

You should find another house.

I don't think so.

The rooms are really big.

Exactly, and it's still the best place for the money.

I'll just call the landlord and sort it out.

(SIGHS) You can't. No reception.

- Okay, so I'll go down the hill... Oh.
- (CREAKING)

Aye.

Didn't hear you come in.

For a man such as myself, discretion is second nature.

So, a gathering. You're all here.

No, except one...

- Pavel's upstairs.
- LANDLORD: And one in addition.

He's The Doctor.

- Doctor?
- Oh, he's... He's my grandfather.

- What, assisting with the relocation?
- That's right, yeah.

It's a heart-breaking experience, to leave one's charge behind all alone in the big wide world.

Indeed, yes.

You got children?

I... Yes. A daughter.

But I'm most fortunate she's still under my protection.

So long as that's the case, I'm most content.

So, now, I was calling to see if everything's satisfactory.

Actually, there are a few things.

Yes, I see. Go on.

- No central heating.
- Power sockets are wrong.

- And a landline.
- Some new furniture.

(ALL TALKING OVER EACH OTHER)

- FELICITY: curtains, carpets.
- Have you got a cat?

(CRUNCHING LOUDLY)

(CRUNCHING QUIETLY)

A cat?

(STAMMERING) Er, yeah.

Harry said that he heard some noise upstairs, like walking around.

No cats. No pets.

You understand I won't be able to do any of this tonight,

but as soon as possible, yes.

Knock on wood, do what I can.

That's another thing. The house is really creaky.

Everything you touch, it's like... (MIMICS CREAKING)

It's unavoidable, my dear.

- How do you get into the tower?
- You don't.

The tower is specifically excluded from the terms of our agreement.

Oh, right. Well, thank you.

No tower. Got it.

Right.

- Oh, er, are you staying here tonight?
- Yeah.

Er, no, he's not.

THE DOCTOR: Well, I'm not sure.
BILL: There's no reason to.

- I probably will.
- There isn't a bed, so...

(CHUCKLES) All right.

Sorry, excuse me. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Who, um... Who's the prime minister?

(STAMMERING) I beg your pardon?

- Margaret Thatcher, Harriet Jones?
- (CHUCKLES) Oh, come on.

Wilson? Eden?

I think it's better to leave your granddaughter here with her friends.

They seem respectable. And I'll keep an eye, of course.

I'll attend to your requirements in the morning.

In the meantime, sleep well.

(TUNING FORK VIBRATES)

I take it back. You're fine. He's weird.

(GASPS) Ah, the washing machine.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

That's weird.

He's not there.

(RUSTLING UPSTAIRS)

That's it. That's the noise I heard.

Fascinating.

(RUSTLING CONTINUES)

It's just pipes. I'm going to bed.

BILL: Yeah, I might go up as well.

SHIREEN: Me, too. Locking my door though.

Er, Grandfather?

Hello? Yeah.

- Perhaps you'd leave now?
- No, I'm fine.

Well, at least, erm, go and sleep.

Outside, in the car.

- Are you two tired?
- Well, I...

Good. No, I'm gonna hang about with Simon.

Harry.

- Florence.
- BILL: Felicity.

- Yeah, why?
- Well, we're gonna chill. Yeah?

Yeah. Okay, yes!

- Put some tunes on, yes?
- Yes!

- HARRY: All right.
- I'm good at making friends.

- Give me your phone.
- But why? There's no reception.

Phone.

(POP SONG PLAYING)

- THE DOCTOR: I love this.
- Do you know who this is?

Do I know who this is?
Yes, I know who this is.

Yeah, it's Spotify, so it's probably random.

- Mix...
- You like Little Mix?

Oh, clearly she does. Look, there's a whole playlist here.

- What else have you got on this?
- Can I have a word, please?

Honestly, Doctor, there's nothing going on.

Nothing weird, nothing alien.

Just an old house and a dodgy landlord,

which is pretty standard for students.

I'll see you later for more exciting TARDIS action,

but basically, this is the bit of my life that you're not in.

Do you know what I mean?

- I know what you mean.
- Thanks.

So, up the wooden hill you go.

- Sleep well.
- Okay.

Maybe, before you do, you should check on your friend

who hasn't been seen for a day

and who has strange music coming out of his room.

- They say he just does that.
- Nobody just does anything.

- You're not leaving, are you?
- No.

Your friend will probably be fine.

- (KNOCKS)
- Knock on wood.

We need to have a talk about your taste in music.

You comin' up?

Yeah.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RUSTLING)

- (DOOR CREAKING)
- Oh, this freaky Scooby Doo house!

- Er, well... (CLEARS THROAT)
- Ooh...

If you get scared in the night, you know where I am. Yeah?

- What?
- Just if you need any of my help,

- or whatever, you know?
- Yeah, erm...

I get that you're into me, but, erm...

Sorry, you're not my type.

Just, erm, I tend to go for girls, usually, so...

Oh... Oh, right!

- I was never in with a chance. Awesome.
- (LAUGHS)

(FLOOR CREAKING)

Jeez, stop! This is what I'm talking about.

(CREAKING)

This stuff really freaks you out, doesn't it?

No! It's just annoying.

- Oh.
- SHIREEN: Go to bed!

Sure.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING REPEATEDLY)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING)
- See you in the morning. (MIMICS CHOKING)

Night, then.

Why didn't you get a room next to me, like we said?

What? I dunno.

- Doesn't mean anything.
- I'm not cool enough, is that it?

No! Shut up! These are my mates, too.

- (PAUL MAKING GHOST NOISES)
- Paul, not funny.

Do you fancy him?

No, who? Paul? Why? No.

- (PAUL SCREAMING)
- Hey, it's not funny!

- (CRASHING)
- (PAUL SCREAMING)

Paul?

Are you okay?

Mate?

Come on, we got the joke.

- (KNOCKING)
- (BOTH GASP)

- (CHUCKLES) All right.
- See?

He's fine. Okay. See you in the morning.

(KNOCKING)

- What?
- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Er, what's going on?

(KNOCKING CONTINUES FROM MULTIPLE DIRECTIONS)

Paul?

- (KNOCKING)
- (DOOR RATTLING)

Ah, we should get The Doctor.

Why? What's he gonna do? Lecture?

(BOTH GASP)

- Just a normal day. Just a normal day...
- (BOTH GASP)

Up.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

Do you like this music, Doctor?

Reminds me of Quincy Jones.

I stepped in for him once.

The bassist he'd hired turned out to be a Klarj neon death voc bot.

What was worse, he couldn't play.

This is very interesting.

- The door?
- 'Cause it isn't.

- Isn't...
- A door. Any more.

Try to open it.

- (RATTLING)
- Come on.

Shireen did it a minute ago.

- So, it's locked?
- No. Look.

THE DOCTOR: It's completely sealed.

FELICITY: I don't understand.

(RATTLING, BANGING)

- The shutters!
- What about them?

Closed by themselves.

Sealed.

So, we're trapped.

Maybe that's the idea.

- What do you mean?
- (RUSTLING)

What's that?

- (LOUD CREAKING)
- No, no, no. There's something in here.

- I can't be trapped! I can't!
- Wait!

(BANGING)

(GASPING)

- Don't go out there!
- I can't be trapped!

Great. Now we're stuck here.

Why did you try and stop her?

- Listen!
- (CREAKING)

(PANTING)

(STAMMERING) Police. Call the police.
Call...

- (RUSTLING)
- (SCREAMS)

(FELICITY SCREAMING)

What's happened to her?

What's going on?

Do you think it's like she said?
A thing?

Maybe.

And so, is it out there now, or in here?

- Or both.
- I'm scared.

- Don't be.
- Why not?

It doesn't help.

(CREAKING)

Who's there?

(VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)

(SHRIEKS)

- BILL: God.
- Pavel!

BILL: Pavel...

SHIREEN: Do you think he can hear us?

BILL: It'll be okay.

Is this what happened to Paul?

- Do we call an ambulance?
- No reception.

Shireen, sort the record out.

- (PAVEL WHIMPERING)
- Oh, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Is it something to do with the music?

Did someone do this to you?

- I have no desire to intrude...
- (BOTH GASP)

But I felt there was a problem.

How did you get up here?
It's sealed shut.

Music can be pleasant, but a simple repetition like that,

it's merely a distraction from the inevitable.

- Hope is its own form of cruelty.
- (MUSIC STOPS)

Pavel! No, wait, put it back!

(LOUD CREAKING)

Oh, look.

He's released.

Mercy at last.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Nature contained.

He's preserved in the walls,

in the very fabric of the building, forever.

So, the house is eating people?

We must all pay our dues.

- But not you?
- Correct!

I am the exception.

For I am your landlord.

(CREAKING, RUSTLING)

You came here, you signed the contract.

And now...

- (TUNING FORK VIBRATES)
- It's time to pay.

- (CREAKING INTENSIFIES)
- Go.

What's that noise?

That tower, it was at the back of the building.

Logically, the door should be at the end of this corridor.

Look for a way in.

Indiana Jones, come on.

Yes, the tower.

What if something has got into the wood?

Into the laths, behind the plaster,

into the very fabric of the house.

Wood nymphs.

Tree spirits.

Dryads.

Anything's possible.

Doctor, what are you doing?

We need to get out, call the police.

- Who's there?
- (CREAKING)

Doctor, you're provoking it.

- (CREAKING INTENSIFIES)
- It's getting louder.

Wake up! Wake up! Out you come!

- Oh!
- (SHUDDERS)

I was expecting something quite different.

You know, like a gaseous creature or microscopic...

Did you see it move through the wood?

Interacting at a cellular level. This must be alien.

Gotta be alien. What are you doing here?

On your holidays? Harry, get a matchbox.

A matchbox?

All right, a shoe box... Don't let it get away!

What do you mean "alien"?

- Oh, little one!
- Doctor...

Oh, it can move fast. Come on, where's that box?

- Doctor!
- What?

THE DOCTOR: Ah!

Now, this starts to make sense. Yes, dryads, indeed.

We need to get out.

- We can't.
- Hey, in here!

What's the point of hiding in a cupboard?

THE DOCTOR: It's not a cupboard.

What are they?

Look like insects,

but you're saying they can shut doors, trap us.

They're not just in the wood. They're becoming the wood itself.

Total infestation.

Infestation of the dryads.

You're talking like you've seen things like this before.

- No, actually.
- You said they were alien.

Well, they could be native to this planet,

but I've never seen them before.

- Have you?
- And that's what they're called? "Dryads"?

Well, that's what I'm calling them, yes.

- You've gone crazy.
- Well, I can't just call them lice, can I?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

- (CREAKING)
- (GASPS)

(WHISPERS) There's something behind there.

WOMAN: Father?

Is that you?

Maybe it belonged to a family that used to live here?

Harry, there's six boxes.

Tenancy agreement. Same as ours.

Six signatures.

Jake Christie, Annie Wren, Jonathan Frost.

- What's the date?
- Er, .

Sarah Tiller, Mark Hopethorne, Carl Richards.

They move in, relax...

Go to their rooms.

Then panic.

Infestation.

Doctor.

.

. Every years.

- (CREAKING)
- (GASPS)

There's something coming.

Good.

Christie.

Wren, Frost, Tiller, Hopethorne, Richards...

Fine young men and women.

As were all the others.

- Where are they?
- In the house.

What? Where? We haven't seen 'em.

He means, they're in the house.

The wood, Harry.

Don't think I haven't considered the consequences, Doctor.

So, why do it?

My daughter was dying.

What are you talking about?

Nothing could be done.

Until these creatures saved her.

We'd do anything to protect them.

Your daughter, she's here. She's in the house, isn't she?

Indeed.

And she must survive.

Well, we have to get out!

- (EXCLAIMS)
- THE DOCTOR: Harry, stay with me!

Harry!

Come back!

Ah! Doctor!

Get him out!

- (TUNING FORK VIBRATES)
- (SCREAMING)

God rest his soul.

Bill! Is Bill all right?

I'd be more concerned for yourself, Doctor.

Your advanced age means you have less energy,

less matter.

But they will take what they can get.

THE DOCTOR: The insects are keeping your daughter alive.

How does that work?

Come on, call these off. Maybe I could help.

I'm a doctor.

Er, are you okay?

(WOMAN WHEEZING)

WOMAN: I haven't had visitors in such a long time.

My name is Eliza.

- I'm Bill. This is Shireen.
- Hey.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Bill...

(WHEEZING)

What?

You've got something just... Just there.

I'm a celebrity, get me out of here, yeah?

- (FLOORBOARD CREAKING)
- SHIREEN: Bill...

Cockroaches.

Had 'em on my gap year in Morocco. No problem. Let's go.

Shireen...

SHIREEN: (GASPING) Oh, no... Oh, no!

It's in my foot!

- (SHIREEN SCREAMING)
- BILL: Shireen!

(STAMMERING) I don't understand.
She's...

It's upsetting you. I understand.

But Father says we have to survive.

Eliza, do not fear this man.

He says he might be able to make you well.

Bill, how are you?

Yeah... Yeah, I'm okay. Er, Shireen...

- The lice.
- Yeah.

Harry, too.

Um, in brief, he's her dad.

He's been keeping her alive with the bugs for about years.

Your friends are the food. I said that I could help.

Now, you must be Eliza. How are you feeling? Rotten?

I am quite well.

Administer your treatment, Doctor.

Well, what's the medical history here? What happened?

- Eliza, you were very ill. Yes?
- Yes.

The doctors had, um, given up on you.

But then, one day, your father brings you a present.

Where did you find them? What, on the roof? In the garden?

You find the insects, you bring them into the house,

er, because you want to show them to her. Presumably, just to...

Just to amuse her.

I mean, you couldn't have known what they were.

Can you help her or not?

I am helping. This is me helping.

How did you find out their unique abilities?

Did you bring them in here? You brought them in here, right,

but what activated them?

You use a tuning fork now, but...

Pavel had that record on of a violin...

High-pitched sounds, yes.

- (MUSIC BOX PLAYING)
- (CREAKING)

THE DOCTOR: Soothes her to sleep.

High-pitched sound.

You leave your daughter alone for the night, or so you believe.

The music wakes them. They set to work.

And in the morning, you find her revitalised.

Just... Slightly wooden.

You realise there's a way she can survive.

Enough!

Wait, Doctor, that doesn't make sense.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Can you not interrupt? I'm doing my thing here.

Why would he pick up insects in the garden

and bring them in to see his ill daughter?

- Everyone loves insects.
- I don't.

They're fascinating.

Okay... Secondly, he's not wood.

- He's just like us.
- He's...

- Yes.
- So, if he's her father,

- and she was preserved years ago...
- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER PULSATING)

THE DOCTOR: You...

No flies on you, Bill.

And no bugs in you.

I do not understand.

I forget, you see. Your human lifespan, it's... It's not long, is it?

Do not let them trouble you.

What do you remember of the past, Eliza?

My father...

He knows what's best.

Yes. The lice preserve the appearance and the voice,

but not so much the memories.

- He's not your father, am I right?
- No!

Stop talking!

Father? What's the matter?

I don't understand.

Your father would have had better things to do

than playing with insects in the garden.

- But he isn't your father.
- (ELIZA SOBBING)

When you were ill, he was sent out of the house by the doctors

who were failing to save his mother.

His...

Mother?

THE DOCTOR: Eliza, he's your son.

Your loving son.

(GASPS)

My son?

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

THE DOCTOR: When you saw what the creatures had done,

you understood, didn't you?

The lice could keep your mother alive,

if you protected them, tamed them, fed them.

If you could save the one who brought you into this world, wouldn't you?

Your silence is a confirmation.

I did what you told me because I thought you knew best.

But I... I am your mother.

- (SOBBING)
- And you...

(SOBBING) All these children you've taken...

You told me it was necessary, that we had no choice.

That's right, it was.

It meant we could stay together.

Don't you understand? We were happy.

I kept our lives a secret,

and a secret we must remain.

(SNIFFLES) You have brought her nothing but misery.

And confusion!

You will be taken. Like the others!

(TUNING FORK VIBRATES)

Okay... Now's the time for the plan.

That was it, no plan. Info dump then busk.

Well, start busking.

Eliza, people have d*ed and will continue to die

unless you stop all this right now.

How can I stop it?

You're the parent. You're in charge!

That's it.

Do what I say! I control you!

No.

It's me.

I control them.

Eliza, finish them now.

Take them or you'll die!

They'll destroy you!

What's the point of surviving if you never see anyone,

if you hide yourself away from the world?

When did you last open the shutters?

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

It's the freshers' party in the park.

Exactly.

New friends, fireworks. That's what life should be.

I remember.

My son.

Leave my side at last.

Go and see the world.

No. I don't want to.

If you won't finish them,

I will!

My little boy.

This has to end.

No, we mustn't end. We have to destroy them.

It's our time.

No, I... I don't want to.

(SOBBING) No. No.

Thank you.

(GASPS)

- (CREAKING)
- We've got to get out of here.

Is that...

THE DOCTOR: Yes, your friend. She's restoring them.

(GRUNTING)

- I thought you were gone.
- Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

(CREAKING)

- What about the others?
- Come on!

(CREAKING GROWS LOUDER)

We need to get out! Now!

Wrong way! Wrong way! Wrong way!

Down goes the deposit.

Oh, man, that's our house.

Gone.

Right, you lot. Back to the estate agent's.

Better luck next time.

NARDOLE: Well, here he comes.

Are you being cheerful? I'm against cheerful.

Bill told me you went on a little adventure.

- You see?
- I see what?

Well, you don't have to go to outer space to find monsters.

There's plenty of things want to k*ll you right here on Earth.

Result.

Hmm. Actually, I'm not that hungry.

- Well, I am.
- Obviously.

Okay, you can take the rest of the night off.

Go on, go and do whatever it is you do.

Actually, what do you do? No. Never tell me that.

Yeah, I just want to have a look at this.

Our friend inside's been a little restive lately.

Erm, I can sort that out.

- No, it's all right. I don't mind.
- Good night, Nardole.

Right. Good night, sir.

See you in the morning.

(FUR ELISE BY BEETHOVEN PLAYING)

A piano?

You've put a piano in there. Why?

Good night.

(SIGHS) You don't learn, do you, sir?

Hey! Do you want dinner? I've got Mexican.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Look...

I know you miss it all, but I'm stuck here, too, you know.

We're both prisoners.

So, what do you say? Dinner?

And I've got a new story for you, too.

There's a haunted house and woodlice from space.

And lots of young people get eaten.

(POP GOES THE WEASEL PLAYING)

I'm coming in.

(MUSIC STOPS)

THE DOCTOR: Mining station. Chasm.

A forge. Crew of .

Hello?

Four survivors.

One distress call.

They were k*lled by their own suits.

NARDOLE: That means there's corpses walking about this station.

THE DOCTOR: If we want to keep breathing, we have exactly one option.

MAN: None of us have more than , breaths left.

Then stop wasting them.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)