The Sarah Jane Adventures (2007–2011): Season 3, Episode 11 - The Gift: Part 1 - full transcript
Leaf and Tree, two seemingly harmless members of the Blathereen race, give Sarah Jane a gift, a plant known as the rakweed. Mr. Smith's analysis deems it harmless but whilst Luke sleeps he inhales its spoors, which send him into a coma.
13 Bannerman Road is where
Sarah Jane Smith lives
It's home to things beyond
your imagination.
There's an extra-terrestrial
super computer in the wall,
a genetically engineered
boy genius in the attic,
a schoolgirl investigator
across the road,
and a whole universe of adventure
right here on the doorstep.
Ready?
Always.
There he is!
Don't let him get away!
That's impossible!
No, it isn't!
He's got to be in here somewhere.
He's just a kid! What does he
want with a... what's it called?
A matter compressor.
Maybe he wants
some matter compressed?
Whatever his reason,
the Pharos Institute need it back!
Split up.
SQUELCH!
Did you hear that?
It can't be...
It is!
The Slitheen! They're back!
Oi!
Get off me. Are you OK?
Don't worry about us,
where did it go?
If Slitheen are back on Earth
it means mayhem on a global scale.
What do they want this time?
Same as usual
convert our planet into cash.
Then how do we find it?
We'd need a bloodhound.
Oh, why didn't I think of that?
WHISTLE BLOWS
Mistress.
Activating hover mode.
What are you doing
out of your disguise?
Can't run in human skin.
It's too tight. Needed to lose them.
Lose who? Give you one guess.
Sarah Jane Smith.
I wondered how long it'd be
till she shoved her oar in.
Yeah, but I got away.
And I nabbed the matter compressor.
We wouldn't have had to steal one
if you hadn't sat on ours!
Now nothing can stop us from
turning this scuzzy little planet
into a massive money-spinner.
WHIRRING
And so it begins!
Greetings Mistress!
We need you to follow a trail, K9.
He can smell? How?
Psychospore and olfactory sensors.
Yeah, yeah, that clears that up.
We're looking for a Slitheen.
Alien pheromone detected, Mistress.
Trail leads in this direction.
Give me a visual!
Initialise compression web!
Not that one, idiot!
Compression web initialised!
Very soon the Slitheen will be
the richest family in the galaxy!
Insufficient data. Insufficient data.
You've lost him, K9? No!
Affirmative, Mistress.
We'll never find him now.
Well, that might help.
Right. Follow me!
The web's nearly complete!
When it is, Earth'll be squished!
Just our base left. You have set
the safety shield haven't you?
Of course. Soon we'll be relaxing
on the Pleasure Moons of Pagros.
This time tomorrow we'll own
the Pleasure Moons of Pagros.
Switch it off, boys!
Sarah Jane Smith. How predictable.
I prefer...reliable.
Now, I won't ask you again,
switch it off!
No chance!
Good try, Miss Smith, but not good
enough. It's sonic wave resistant.
What does that thing actually do?
Why steal the matter compressor?
This planet's
stuffed full of carbon.
And thanks to your compressor,
we can crush it.
And if carbon's crushed enough
it turns into a diamond.
A gigantic diamond, worth a fortune.
K9! Now!
Maximum destruction mode.
It's still going! Grab the girl!
Get your claws off me! Let her go!
Try that again and you'll be sorry!
Rani, don't move! K9, hold fire!
Disable the dog, or she gets it!
I'm sorry, K9. Power down.
Unit deactivating.
Isn't there something we can do.
WHOOSH!
Who are they?
Stand back, Miss Smith!
COMPUTER: Compression halted.
Now release the child! By order of
the High Council of Raxas Prime,
you are charged with
crimes against the state.
Fraud, theft, high treason.
The penalty for each is death.
It's him you want! He made me do it!
Please! No! I'm innocent!
WHOOSH!
What have you done with them?
We've teleported them to our ship.
They will stand trial
on our home planet.
I guess, we owe you our lives.
Thank you. Yeah, thanks.
I was nearly Slitheen lunch.
But who are you?
We are Blathereen.
Blathereen? Never heard of you.
The Slitheen aren't the only family
on Raxacoricofallapatorius.
But they are the only criminal one.
We Blathereen respect the law.
Why should we believe you?
As you can see,
we do not disguise ourselves
in human skin, like Slitheen.
We could never kill a human.
Not all visitors to your planet
intend harm, Miss Smith.
Some come out of anthropological
interest, some are asylum-seekers.
And some actually want to help.
Why are YOU here?
We've dedicated our lives
to tracking down Slitheen,
bringing them to justice.
You mean you're bounty hunters.
It isn't something we do
for profit, it is our duty.
To be honest, we're pretty good
at handling Slitheen by ourselves.
We do not doubt it. Your work
has great regard back home.
Interstellar fame, eh, Sarah Jane?
And it is the Blathereen custom to
offer thanks for such brave deeds
by sitting down to dinner.
And what's on the menu?
Clyde burgers with a side of Rani?
It's wrong to have come this far
without showing our appreciation.
No, that might be a bit tricky..
Why? I think it's a brilliant idea.
A dinner party.
They can't exactly come to my place.
Mr Smith's there, and
loads of alien stuff.
Then they can come to mine.
Your mum and dad'll love that.
They're at a conference, remember?
That's why I'm staying
with Sarah Jane.
Does nothing sink in with you?
Come on it's an amazing opportunity.
Clyde'll cook.
He's a secret Jamie Oliver.
I can't deny it. I suppose so,
after all, they did save our lives.
Miss Smith? What do you say?
Yes, dinner would be lovely.
You're very welcome, Mrs...
Please...
my name's Leef Apple Glyn.
Leef for short.
This is my husband, Tree Lorn Acre.
I call him Tree. Sarah Jane.
And this is Clyde, Rani,
and my son, Luke.
Pleased to meet you all.
Let us have your teleport coordinates
and we'll join you in an hour.
We must freshen up first.
I'm still not sure
we can trust them.
Yeah, when have the
Slitheen ever helped us?
They're not Slitheen.
They're not the same colour.
Colour doesn't matter,
they're from the same planet.
We have to keep our guard up,
until we're certain.
Look at me, head chef to the enemy.
I didn't know you could cook.
Well, I'm a man of many talents.
And it's only shepherd's pie.
Mum taught me.
I hope they don't have any
strange dietary requirements.
Though it's hard to
go wrong with soup.
WHOOSH!
Good evening, Sarah Jane.
Sorry it's such a squeeze.
SLURPING
And this delightful liquid is?
It was tomato soup.
Though you probably prefer something
more meaty. Shut up, Clyde.
Delicious.
We must take some home, for next
time the Rackateen come to dinner.
They adore foreign food.
So, tell us about your home planet.
Raxacoricofallapatorius was
once the most admired planet
in the Raxas Alliance. Clom,
Plix and Raxacoricovarlonpatorius
all took their lead from us.
And the Blathereen were one
of the most respected families.
Until the Slitheen
bribed their way into power.
They ruined our planet's
good name.
Well, that must have been
terrible for you.
What happened to the Slitheen?
The economy crashed,
then the rest of the population
rose up against them,
and they were deposed.
Some faced justice,
others fled to the farthest
corners of the galaxy.
It was our duty to hunt them down.
We're deeply sorry for
the trouble they've caused here.
And as this seems
an appropriate moment...
Tree?
This is not just a gift
for your hospitality
but compensation for the
Slitheen's behaviour on Earth.
This is Rakweed.
Careful!
It's just a present, Clyde.
His concern is understandable.
Though this is something
that will truly delight you.
It's lovely, thank you.
It's a staple food back home.
It can grow anywhere,
even in the harshest conditions.
Nutritious and delicious.
But this isn't just a gift for you.
We want you to share it
with your entire world.
We know you suffer
from famines on Earth.
Rakweed could put
an end to them forever.
Of course, if it came directly
from outsiders such as ourselves,
your people would be distrustful.
That is why we want you,
Sarah Jane, to be our...
our ambassador.
Imagine the fame and the glory.
I'm not bothered about fame.
We do what we do to help the world.
This little plant could save
millions of lives.
PING!
Oh, main course. Excuse me.
Can you just give me a hand?
Is this all too good to be true,
or have I become totally paranoid?
You taught us
to keep an open mind.
Well, I've had bad experiences,
with aliens bearing gifts.
Mr Smith will know if it's dangerous.
You can't pass up a chance to feed
the entire human race, can you?
Do you really think
we can trust the Blathareen?
I think so.
Plus, if they wanted us dead
they'd have done it by now.
Not necessarily.
Oh, I just don't know.
Go with your instincts.
They're always right.
In this case my instincts
are all over the place.
Ta-daaa! Shepherd's pie.
I made that.
Shepherds are a delicacy on Earth?
Yeah, but you couldn't
eat a whole one.
It's just the name of the dish.
SLURP!
BURP!
PARP!
Mmmm. More delicious
than the land prawns of Clom.
Might apply
for MasterChef after all.
So, Sarah Jane,
will you be our ambassador?
It's our chance to finally
put things right.
And it could mean a new friendship
between our races.
You realise I'll have to
analyse the Rakweed,
make sure it's safe.
Of course. Do that straight away.
But thank you.
In principle, I...
we...
Earth accepts.
It's been a most
wonderful evening.
But it's a long journey back
to Raxacoricofallapatorius.
Amazing to meet you both.
I'll never forget you,
or what you've given us.
Will you accept the claw
of friendship, Sarah Jane?
We're sure our Rakweed
will change your planet forever.
And how perfect that Sarah Jane Smith
will be the one to lead Earth
into a rich and fertile future.
Thank you, have a safe journey.
Bye.
Dinner with aliens, oh,
and a plant that can save the world.
The most exciting day ever.
Mr Smith, I need you.
'How may I assist you, Sarah Jane?'
I need you to analyse something.
Such an amazing opportunity.
Yeah, or it could all be a trap.
They're Blathereen not Slitheen.
Ah, Slitheen, Blathereen,
Whatevereen.
They're from Raxacorico-doo-dar.
It has a seriously dodgy reputation.
You can't condemn an entire race
just cos a few of them are bad.
There are bad people on Earth, too.
Rani's right.
We're here to help aliens, not just
fight them. Exactly. Sarah Jane?
This is huge. If I make this public,
it'll change everything.
No more hiding in the shadows,
saving the world in secret.
I'll be front page news.
Sarah Jane Smith,
Ambassador for Earth, eh?
MR SMITH: 'Analysis complete.
'Although the Rakweed has
a more complex cell structure
'than Earth flora, there is,
as far as I can tell, no threat.'
It's harmless then?
See, nothing to worry about.
Yeah, but I still don't like it.
Anyway, time you lot were in bed.
School tomorrow.
And you've all got a test.
Am I right?
A test? I'm sorry,
did someone say 'test'?
Don't really understand that word.
K9: Test. Assessment of knowledge.
Method through which
one human demonstrates
intellectual superiority
over others.
He knows what it means, K9.
Just not how to pass it.
Luke, Rani, bed.
I've put a towel in your room.
Clyde, home.
Ah, I won't be a sec.
I just need to borrow a book
for revision.
How much do you know
about GCSE biology?
General Certificate for
Secondary Education syllabus
in biological science
includes seven key areas...
Yeah, I know all that.
But I need your help.
Can you come to school
with me tomorrow?
Negative. Directional commands
may only be issued by the Mistress.
Well, you leave me with no choice.
Sorry, boy.
This unit may not be removed.
MR SMITH: 'Excuse me, Clyde...'
Please don't tell Sarah Jane.
I'll bring him back.
'I was going to thank you. A break
from the dog is most appreciated.'
Bit annoying, is he?
'I couldn't possibly comment.'
I'll see myself out!
Tie.
Tie...
Tie...tie?
Luke! Rani! Toast's getting cold.
Hurry up or you'll be late.
What's the matter?
I feel strange.
In what way?
I dunno. It's probably nothing.
It's not nothing if
you're feeling ill.
The Bane gave you perfect health.
Is this what being ill is like?
How do you feel exactly?
Everything's gone blurry.
My chest is aching, my head hurts.
Come on, slowcoach.
What's up?
Well, Luke's not feeling very well.
But you get off to school.
Shouldn't we call a doctor?
Rani, school, please.
You should stay home this morning.
I don't want
to miss the biology test.
The test can wait.
I'll call the school, let them know.
Rani? Sorry I snapped.
But if Luke's ill, what do I do?
How do I explain him
and what he is, to a doctor?
No, he'll probably be fine,
it's just never happened before.
I can stay home if you like. Your dad
wouldn't want you skipping school,
especially when there's a test.
It was worth a try. See you later.
Yeah. Oh, hello,
this is Luke Smith's mother.
I'm afraid Luke won't be at school
today, he's not feeling very well.
What you been doing in there?
I got in early to do some revision.
You are such a bad liar, Clyde.
It's the truth, honest.
I know when you're up to something,
and you are so up to something.
How are you feeling?
Not great. Worse?
Right. Let's be methodical about
this, go back to the beginning.
What were you doing when it started?
I was in the attic.
The attic.
MR SMITH: 'Analysis complete.
'The Rakweed is NOT harmless.'
I knew it! Blathereen!
'Adaptation to its cell structure
suggests a more deadly life-form.'
Couldn't you have seen this coming?
'I'm sorry, but the plant appears to
have mutated since my last report.'
I can see that. There's a great
big flower sticking out of it now!
'It was probably in a state
of deep hibernation.
'Something must have
triggered its development cycle.'
What's going on?
You should be in bed.
'According to my analysis, Rakweed
seeks out life forms that it deems
'a threat to its propagation
and drains them of energy.
'It will send its victims
into a deep, deep coma
'from which they will never return.'
That's so weird about Lukey-boy.
He's never got sick before.
Hope it's nothing serious.
Sarah Jane was really worried.
How's the pot plant?
Savaged anyone in the night?
That's not funny, Clyde.
This Rakweed stuff might be amazing.
It could feed millions of people.
Yeah, yeah, but it'll probably
still taste like salad,
like the world needs more salad.
Do you know what cynical means?
It's what I call being realistic.
Where are you going? Sit here.
Yeah, well
I normally sit over here so...
You're acting really weird.
What are you up to?
Good morning, Mistress Rani.
K9?!
MR SMITH:
'Emergency analysis continuing.'
Luke, you're all I've really got.
Everything else, it's meaningless,
makes no sense without you.
'I'm sorry to have to tell you,
but my sensors indicate
'that the Rakweed is not
confined merely to this house.'
How?!
'It has already reproduced itself.
'Most likely by releasing spores.'
Like a fungus?
They must have got out through
the window. We've got to stop this!
Mum, I'm so tired.
Luke, please...
Luke, can you hear me?
I'm OK.
What's this? 'He has been subjected
to an incredibly high dose
'of Rakweed spores.'
Luke, Luke, you must stay awake.
Sarah Jane will hit the roof!
Sarah Jane isn't gonna find out.
What if someone hears him?
He makes a right racket.
Ah, I borrowed this too. Relays
his voice straight into my ear.
Using K9 to pass a test,
even by your standards
this is a new level of stupid.
We may not be allowed textbooks,
but no-one said anything about
a super-intelligent robot dog
from the year 5000. You're insane.
Yep, an insane genius.
I hope you two are paying attention.
Course, Miss, raring to go.
WHIRRING
This is all my fault.
Mum! Look!
Mr Smith! I need you!
Mr Smith! Please! Help us!
MR SMITH:
'At its current rate of propagation,
'the Rakweed will have seeded the
whole of London within a few hours.'
Is that...Rakweed?
Ah! We've got to stop this, come on.
The Rakweed - it got you
didn't it, are you OK?
I'm Blathareened.
'Luke?'
So how far has this spread,
just the school grounds? Or further?
It's everywhere.
Let the hunt begin!
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Sarah Jane Smith lives
It's home to things beyond
your imagination.
There's an extra-terrestrial
super computer in the wall,
a genetically engineered
boy genius in the attic,
a schoolgirl investigator
across the road,
and a whole universe of adventure
right here on the doorstep.
Ready?
Always.
There he is!
Don't let him get away!
That's impossible!
No, it isn't!
He's got to be in here somewhere.
He's just a kid! What does he
want with a... what's it called?
A matter compressor.
Maybe he wants
some matter compressed?
Whatever his reason,
the Pharos Institute need it back!
Split up.
SQUELCH!
Did you hear that?
It can't be...
It is!
The Slitheen! They're back!
Oi!
Get off me. Are you OK?
Don't worry about us,
where did it go?
If Slitheen are back on Earth
it means mayhem on a global scale.
What do they want this time?
Same as usual
convert our planet into cash.
Then how do we find it?
We'd need a bloodhound.
Oh, why didn't I think of that?
WHISTLE BLOWS
Mistress.
Activating hover mode.
What are you doing
out of your disguise?
Can't run in human skin.
It's too tight. Needed to lose them.
Lose who? Give you one guess.
Sarah Jane Smith.
I wondered how long it'd be
till she shoved her oar in.
Yeah, but I got away.
And I nabbed the matter compressor.
We wouldn't have had to steal one
if you hadn't sat on ours!
Now nothing can stop us from
turning this scuzzy little planet
into a massive money-spinner.
WHIRRING
And so it begins!
Greetings Mistress!
We need you to follow a trail, K9.
He can smell? How?
Psychospore and olfactory sensors.
Yeah, yeah, that clears that up.
We're looking for a Slitheen.
Alien pheromone detected, Mistress.
Trail leads in this direction.
Give me a visual!
Initialise compression web!
Not that one, idiot!
Compression web initialised!
Very soon the Slitheen will be
the richest family in the galaxy!
Insufficient data. Insufficient data.
You've lost him, K9? No!
Affirmative, Mistress.
We'll never find him now.
Well, that might help.
Right. Follow me!
The web's nearly complete!
When it is, Earth'll be squished!
Just our base left. You have set
the safety shield haven't you?
Of course. Soon we'll be relaxing
on the Pleasure Moons of Pagros.
This time tomorrow we'll own
the Pleasure Moons of Pagros.
Switch it off, boys!
Sarah Jane Smith. How predictable.
I prefer...reliable.
Now, I won't ask you again,
switch it off!
No chance!
Good try, Miss Smith, but not good
enough. It's sonic wave resistant.
What does that thing actually do?
Why steal the matter compressor?
This planet's
stuffed full of carbon.
And thanks to your compressor,
we can crush it.
And if carbon's crushed enough
it turns into a diamond.
A gigantic diamond, worth a fortune.
K9! Now!
Maximum destruction mode.
It's still going! Grab the girl!
Get your claws off me! Let her go!
Try that again and you'll be sorry!
Rani, don't move! K9, hold fire!
Disable the dog, or she gets it!
I'm sorry, K9. Power down.
Unit deactivating.
Isn't there something we can do.
WHOOSH!
Who are they?
Stand back, Miss Smith!
COMPUTER: Compression halted.
Now release the child! By order of
the High Council of Raxas Prime,
you are charged with
crimes against the state.
Fraud, theft, high treason.
The penalty for each is death.
It's him you want! He made me do it!
Please! No! I'm innocent!
WHOOSH!
What have you done with them?
We've teleported them to our ship.
They will stand trial
on our home planet.
I guess, we owe you our lives.
Thank you. Yeah, thanks.
I was nearly Slitheen lunch.
But who are you?
We are Blathereen.
Blathereen? Never heard of you.
The Slitheen aren't the only family
on Raxacoricofallapatorius.
But they are the only criminal one.
We Blathereen respect the law.
Why should we believe you?
As you can see,
we do not disguise ourselves
in human skin, like Slitheen.
We could never kill a human.
Not all visitors to your planet
intend harm, Miss Smith.
Some come out of anthropological
interest, some are asylum-seekers.
And some actually want to help.
Why are YOU here?
We've dedicated our lives
to tracking down Slitheen,
bringing them to justice.
You mean you're bounty hunters.
It isn't something we do
for profit, it is our duty.
To be honest, we're pretty good
at handling Slitheen by ourselves.
We do not doubt it. Your work
has great regard back home.
Interstellar fame, eh, Sarah Jane?
And it is the Blathereen custom to
offer thanks for such brave deeds
by sitting down to dinner.
And what's on the menu?
Clyde burgers with a side of Rani?
It's wrong to have come this far
without showing our appreciation.
No, that might be a bit tricky..
Why? I think it's a brilliant idea.
A dinner party.
They can't exactly come to my place.
Mr Smith's there, and
loads of alien stuff.
Then they can come to mine.
Your mum and dad'll love that.
They're at a conference, remember?
That's why I'm staying
with Sarah Jane.
Does nothing sink in with you?
Come on it's an amazing opportunity.
Clyde'll cook.
He's a secret Jamie Oliver.
I can't deny it. I suppose so,
after all, they did save our lives.
Miss Smith? What do you say?
Yes, dinner would be lovely.
You're very welcome, Mrs...
Please...
my name's Leef Apple Glyn.
Leef for short.
This is my husband, Tree Lorn Acre.
I call him Tree. Sarah Jane.
And this is Clyde, Rani,
and my son, Luke.
Pleased to meet you all.
Let us have your teleport coordinates
and we'll join you in an hour.
We must freshen up first.
I'm still not sure
we can trust them.
Yeah, when have the
Slitheen ever helped us?
They're not Slitheen.
They're not the same colour.
Colour doesn't matter,
they're from the same planet.
We have to keep our guard up,
until we're certain.
Look at me, head chef to the enemy.
I didn't know you could cook.
Well, I'm a man of many talents.
And it's only shepherd's pie.
Mum taught me.
I hope they don't have any
strange dietary requirements.
Though it's hard to
go wrong with soup.
WHOOSH!
Good evening, Sarah Jane.
Sorry it's such a squeeze.
SLURPING
And this delightful liquid is?
It was tomato soup.
Though you probably prefer something
more meaty. Shut up, Clyde.
Delicious.
We must take some home, for next
time the Rackateen come to dinner.
They adore foreign food.
So, tell us about your home planet.
Raxacoricofallapatorius was
once the most admired planet
in the Raxas Alliance. Clom,
Plix and Raxacoricovarlonpatorius
all took their lead from us.
And the Blathereen were one
of the most respected families.
Until the Slitheen
bribed their way into power.
They ruined our planet's
good name.
Well, that must have been
terrible for you.
What happened to the Slitheen?
The economy crashed,
then the rest of the population
rose up against them,
and they were deposed.
Some faced justice,
others fled to the farthest
corners of the galaxy.
It was our duty to hunt them down.
We're deeply sorry for
the trouble they've caused here.
And as this seems
an appropriate moment...
Tree?
This is not just a gift
for your hospitality
but compensation for the
Slitheen's behaviour on Earth.
This is Rakweed.
Careful!
It's just a present, Clyde.
His concern is understandable.
Though this is something
that will truly delight you.
It's lovely, thank you.
It's a staple food back home.
It can grow anywhere,
even in the harshest conditions.
Nutritious and delicious.
But this isn't just a gift for you.
We want you to share it
with your entire world.
We know you suffer
from famines on Earth.
Rakweed could put
an end to them forever.
Of course, if it came directly
from outsiders such as ourselves,
your people would be distrustful.
That is why we want you,
Sarah Jane, to be our...
our ambassador.
Imagine the fame and the glory.
I'm not bothered about fame.
We do what we do to help the world.
This little plant could save
millions of lives.
PING!
Oh, main course. Excuse me.
Can you just give me a hand?
Is this all too good to be true,
or have I become totally paranoid?
You taught us
to keep an open mind.
Well, I've had bad experiences,
with aliens bearing gifts.
Mr Smith will know if it's dangerous.
You can't pass up a chance to feed
the entire human race, can you?
Do you really think
we can trust the Blathareen?
I think so.
Plus, if they wanted us dead
they'd have done it by now.
Not necessarily.
Oh, I just don't know.
Go with your instincts.
They're always right.
In this case my instincts
are all over the place.
Ta-daaa! Shepherd's pie.
I made that.
Shepherds are a delicacy on Earth?
Yeah, but you couldn't
eat a whole one.
It's just the name of the dish.
SLURP!
BURP!
PARP!
Mmmm. More delicious
than the land prawns of Clom.
Might apply
for MasterChef after all.
So, Sarah Jane,
will you be our ambassador?
It's our chance to finally
put things right.
And it could mean a new friendship
between our races.
You realise I'll have to
analyse the Rakweed,
make sure it's safe.
Of course. Do that straight away.
But thank you.
In principle, I...
we...
Earth accepts.
It's been a most
wonderful evening.
But it's a long journey back
to Raxacoricofallapatorius.
Amazing to meet you both.
I'll never forget you,
or what you've given us.
Will you accept the claw
of friendship, Sarah Jane?
We're sure our Rakweed
will change your planet forever.
And how perfect that Sarah Jane Smith
will be the one to lead Earth
into a rich and fertile future.
Thank you, have a safe journey.
Bye.
Dinner with aliens, oh,
and a plant that can save the world.
The most exciting day ever.
Mr Smith, I need you.
'How may I assist you, Sarah Jane?'
I need you to analyse something.
Such an amazing opportunity.
Yeah, or it could all be a trap.
They're Blathereen not Slitheen.
Ah, Slitheen, Blathereen,
Whatevereen.
They're from Raxacorico-doo-dar.
It has a seriously dodgy reputation.
You can't condemn an entire race
just cos a few of them are bad.
There are bad people on Earth, too.
Rani's right.
We're here to help aliens, not just
fight them. Exactly. Sarah Jane?
This is huge. If I make this public,
it'll change everything.
No more hiding in the shadows,
saving the world in secret.
I'll be front page news.
Sarah Jane Smith,
Ambassador for Earth, eh?
MR SMITH: 'Analysis complete.
'Although the Rakweed has
a more complex cell structure
'than Earth flora, there is,
as far as I can tell, no threat.'
It's harmless then?
See, nothing to worry about.
Yeah, but I still don't like it.
Anyway, time you lot were in bed.
School tomorrow.
And you've all got a test.
Am I right?
A test? I'm sorry,
did someone say 'test'?
Don't really understand that word.
K9: Test. Assessment of knowledge.
Method through which
one human demonstrates
intellectual superiority
over others.
He knows what it means, K9.
Just not how to pass it.
Luke, Rani, bed.
I've put a towel in your room.
Clyde, home.
Ah, I won't be a sec.
I just need to borrow a book
for revision.
How much do you know
about GCSE biology?
General Certificate for
Secondary Education syllabus
in biological science
includes seven key areas...
Yeah, I know all that.
But I need your help.
Can you come to school
with me tomorrow?
Negative. Directional commands
may only be issued by the Mistress.
Well, you leave me with no choice.
Sorry, boy.
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MR SMITH: 'Excuse me, Clyde...'
Please don't tell Sarah Jane.
I'll bring him back.
'I was going to thank you. A break
from the dog is most appreciated.'
Bit annoying, is he?
'I couldn't possibly comment.'
I'll see myself out!
Tie.
Tie...
Tie...tie?
Luke! Rani! Toast's getting cold.
Hurry up or you'll be late.
What's the matter?
I feel strange.
In what way?
I dunno. It's probably nothing.
It's not nothing if
you're feeling ill.
The Bane gave you perfect health.
Is this what being ill is like?
How do you feel exactly?
Everything's gone blurry.
My chest is aching, my head hurts.
Come on, slowcoach.
What's up?
Well, Luke's not feeling very well.
But you get off to school.
Shouldn't we call a doctor?
Rani, school, please.
You should stay home this morning.
I don't want
to miss the biology test.
The test can wait.
I'll call the school, let them know.
Rani? Sorry I snapped.
But if Luke's ill, what do I do?
How do I explain him
and what he is, to a doctor?
No, he'll probably be fine,
it's just never happened before.
I can stay home if you like. Your dad
wouldn't want you skipping school,
especially when there's a test.
It was worth a try. See you later.
Yeah. Oh, hello,
this is Luke Smith's mother.
I'm afraid Luke won't be at school
today, he's not feeling very well.
What you been doing in there?
I got in early to do some revision.
You are such a bad liar, Clyde.
It's the truth, honest.
I know when you're up to something,
and you are so up to something.
How are you feeling?
Not great. Worse?
Right. Let's be methodical about
this, go back to the beginning.
What were you doing when it started?
I was in the attic.
The attic.
MR SMITH: 'Analysis complete.
'The Rakweed is NOT harmless.'
I knew it! Blathereen!
'Adaptation to its cell structure
suggests a more deadly life-form.'
Couldn't you have seen this coming?
'I'm sorry, but the plant appears to
have mutated since my last report.'
I can see that. There's a great
big flower sticking out of it now!
'It was probably in a state
of deep hibernation.
'Something must have
triggered its development cycle.'
What's going on?
You should be in bed.
'According to my analysis, Rakweed
seeks out life forms that it deems
'a threat to its propagation
and drains them of energy.
'It will send its victims
into a deep, deep coma
'from which they will never return.'
That's so weird about Lukey-boy.
He's never got sick before.
Hope it's nothing serious.
Sarah Jane was really worried.
How's the pot plant?
Savaged anyone in the night?
That's not funny, Clyde.
This Rakweed stuff might be amazing.
It could feed millions of people.
Yeah, yeah, but it'll probably
still taste like salad,
like the world needs more salad.
Do you know what cynical means?
It's what I call being realistic.
Where are you going? Sit here.
Yeah, well
I normally sit over here so...
You're acting really weird.
What are you up to?
Good morning, Mistress Rani.
K9?!
MR SMITH:
'Emergency analysis continuing.'
Luke, you're all I've really got.
Everything else, it's meaningless,
makes no sense without you.
'I'm sorry to have to tell you,
but my sensors indicate
'that the Rakweed is not
confined merely to this house.'
How?!
'It has already reproduced itself.
'Most likely by releasing spores.'
Like a fungus?
They must have got out through
the window. We've got to stop this!
Mum, I'm so tired.
Luke, please...
Luke, can you hear me?
I'm OK.
What's this? 'He has been subjected
to an incredibly high dose
'of Rakweed spores.'
Luke, Luke, you must stay awake.
Sarah Jane will hit the roof!
Sarah Jane isn't gonna find out.
What if someone hears him?
He makes a right racket.
Ah, I borrowed this too. Relays
his voice straight into my ear.
Using K9 to pass a test,
even by your standards
this is a new level of stupid.
We may not be allowed textbooks,
but no-one said anything about
a super-intelligent robot dog
from the year 5000. You're insane.
Yep, an insane genius.
I hope you two are paying attention.
Course, Miss, raring to go.
WHIRRING
This is all my fault.
Mum! Look!
Mr Smith! I need you!
Mr Smith! Please! Help us!
MR SMITH:
'At its current rate of propagation,
'the Rakweed will have seeded the
whole of London within a few hours.'
Is that...Rakweed?
Ah! We've got to stop this, come on.
The Rakweed - it got you
didn't it, are you OK?
I'm Blathareened.
'Luke?'
So how far has this spread,
just the school grounds? Or further?
It's everywhere.
Let the hunt begin!
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