SThe Shopkeeper
[to Sky] ... and my, haven't you grown?
It was you. You brought Sky here.
SThe Shopkeeper
And might I say, what a perfect name for such a perfect child. Young Sky.
Yes, well I'd still like to know who you are, both of you.
SThe Shopkeeper
Consider us [looks at the Captain] servants of the universe.
Which means what exactly?
SThe Shopkeeper
Sometimes, things can't be left to chance. Sometimes, a breeze must blow from east to west, not north to south. Sometimes, sky should be blue, not laid in with cloud. And sometimes, a child must find her way home. Which is my task, Miss Smith. To put things in the right place. And of all the homes in all of the universe, I could find none safer for this child than yours.
SThe Shopkeeper
According to good time.
So have you come back for me?
SThe Shopkeeper
Well, that depends on you.
[to Sarah Jane] Can I stay here with you? That's what I want.
Oh, Sky. It's only been a day and I feel like I've known you since you were a baby. Yes, this is your home for as long as you want it to be.
[Sky hugs Sarah Jane, who is shocked.]
SThe Shopkeeper
[smiles] Well, that's that then. [picks up the Captain] Jolly good. Until the next time. [disappears]
Oh no, wait! [running to the spot he disappeared]
I haven't the faintest idea. But I'll dare say we'll find out, "according to good time." You must be starving! How does pizza sound?
Oh, Sky's a keen student.
Clyde says I'm a bright spark. [laughs]
[Haresh Chandra's lamp starts to flicker. Suddenly, a fish lands against his window.]
Through the ages, there have been many reports of fish raining from the sky. There is a meteorological explanation.
What, you mean it's natural?
Storms and tornadoes suck fish out of the water into the upper atmosphere. They freeze, then later, they come raining down. Yeah, but those fish were small. It can satisfy the next door neighbor's cat. Mr Smith, the fish today, they were this big! [widens her hands to a very large extent]
[Clyde shows her the right size, about half the size]
[copies Clyde] Yeah, well still not natural.
And people like to look at dead things? Isn't that a bit weird?
[chuckle]: If you ask me, yeah.
Museums help preserve our past, Sky. They're fascinating places. You'll see.
Mum and Dad met in a museum.
Oh, how romantic. Though I never saw your mum as a museum type.
[looking at the totem pole] Isn't it pretty?
I think the word you're looking for is "creepy." Look at those faces.
There shouldn't really be anything sinister about a totem pole. They were generally a kind of storybook, carved from cedar trees as a representation of myths of family history.
Well, I'm glad they're not my family. What a funny looking bunch, aren't you? [rubs finger against the pole, receiving a splinter] Ow!
MDr Madigan
I have to say, I couldn't have wished a better publicity stunt. Maybe Hetocumtek is on our side.
I'm sorry, why Hetocumtek?
MDr Madigan
According to legend, Hetocumtek was a vicious warrior god who descended from the skies and tried to enslave the people of the Great Plains. But the story goes that the tribe's greatest medicine men came together and tricked Hetocumtek, imprisoning him in a totem pole.
MDr Madigan
Well, 'tis only a story.
So while I'm off getting my scoop, you'll be making lots of new friends at school. And don't worry. Rani will always be close by if you need her.
[angered] You keep away from him!
Just do as I say. Keep away from him. Don't go anywhere near him. Do you hear me?
[quietly] Yes, Sarah Jane.
I don't ever want to hear his name ever again.
Excuse me, but has Clyde upset you?
And that goes for you, too! In fact, I want you to put your sensors on a permanent scan for him. If he ever sets foot in Bannerman Road again, I want you to deal with him.
[in a barking manner] Sky, come on! School! [exits]
[Sky walks out of the attic slowly, in confusion.]
[to the totem pole] You tried to ruin my life, to take away everything and everyone that was most important to me. Well, I'm a survivor and you failed your big plan. My name is Clyde Langer. [grabs ahold of the pole, voice echoes] My name is Clyde Langer! My name is Clyde LANGER!
[The totem pole disintegrates]
[staring at a jazz poster] Clyde, look. [reads] "Ellie Faber."
Wasn't her name. She just took it off some old poster.
HMHomeless Man
The Night Dragon took her.
What, that was the Night Dragon? A truck?
MMan
Comes by every so often. The drivers would sometimes give you a lift. Glasgow, Dublin, France, Germany. They go all over the place. It's another chance. That's why people go. [walks away]
She meant a lot to you, didn't she?
I had to leave K-9 back at uni, but look ... [pulls out a long, metal whistle] I made this. Dog whistle. 'Cause you never know.
What's he doing up there?
He's backing up the Bodleian Library. The whole lot. He wouldn't come back with me.
Oh, good...ness me, what a terrible shame.
Oy, Mr Smith, don't be nasty! We could always swap you for another computer...like the SerfBoard.
I hardly think that would be a good exchange.
The SerfBoard is a standard, low-specification laptop computer.
Well, it can't be. The hologram, the big launch tonight, "one in every home."
[Clyde walks over to Rani]
Hold on. [whispers to Rani, about Mr Smith] Right, what if it's got him?
I can hear you, Clyde. And, no, it hasn't "got me".
[about the SerfBoard] Leave it alone. We wait for the others to get back.
But there's not much time. How are you going to feel tonight if everyone's walking down Bannerman Road with their arms out, going, "Serve the computer!"
Oh, come on. The clock's ticking. Let's switch it on and see what it does. [attempts to open the SerfBoard]
[makes noise that stops Clyde] Okay, but we do it my way. We take precautions.
[later]
[Rani and Clyde are seen wearing goggles, aprons, masks, and gloves. Rani turns on the SerfBoard with a pole. She slowly pushes her finger to the screen when Clyde stops her.]
Yeah, well it needs a delicate touch!
Well, I'm delicate! [receives a weird glance from Rani] In a very manly way. I've got artist fingers.
