Part One

(Sitting in heavy rain.)

CLYDE: Where were you the day of the storm? You know the one I mean. No-one's ever going to forget that day.

[Common room]

CLYDE [OC]: I was at school.

(Clyde is reading a book on the French Revolution.)

RANI: So then, Clyde. Your starter for ten. What are the parallels between the fall of the French aristocracy in the 1790s and the credit crunch of 2008?
CLYDE: Hmmm?
RANI: Well, Mrs Pittman always says history can teach us stuff about the present.
CLYDE: Yeah?

(She snatches the comic he is drawing from inside the text book.)

CLYDE: Hey!
RANI: The Silver Bullet?
CLYDE: Every crook is a target in Blood River City.
RANI: Hey, this is good.
CLYDE: Do think so?
RANI: Yeah. Really good. Don't see how he's going to get you through your history exam.
CLYDE: But this is what I'm going to do when I finish school. Comics. The Silver Bullet's just one idea. Wait till you see Susie June Jones, Alien Slayer.
RANI: Susie June Jones. You're joking. Tell me you're joking.

[Office]

HARESH: Well, Sky, I hope you'll enjoy life at Park Vale. Luke certainly flourished here.
SKY: I like to learn stuff. There's lots I don't know yet.
HARESH: That's a very healthy attitude. These days, too many students of our students think they know it all.
SARAH JANE: Oh, Sky's a keen student.
SKY: Clyde says I'm a bright spark.

(Electricity crackles around then a fish thumps against the window.)

HARESH: What on Earth?
SARAH JANE: Haresh, there seems to be a trout on your windowsill.
HARESH: Excuse me, Sarah Jane, Sky. Some of our pupils have an over-developed sense of humour.

[Common room]

(Wet fish noises.)

RANI: Did you hear that? What was that?

[Playground]

(Fish are falling from the sky.)

RANI: What's this all about?
CLYDE: Now this looks dead fishy.

[Attic]

SARAH JANE: Mister Smith, I need you!
SMITH: Yes, Sarah Jane. How can I help you?
CLYDE: Have you got a good recipe for the biggest fish pie in history?
SMITH: I have been monitoring reports of the unusual storm over London.
SKY: I love this planet. When you think you get fish in the sea, they start coming out the sky.
SMITH: Throughout the ages, there have been many reports of fish raining out of the sky. There is a meteorological explanation.
RANI: What, you mean it's natural?
SARAH JANE: 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 are small. Wouldn't satisfy next door's cat. Mister Smith, the fish today, they were this big.

(Traditional fisherman's exaggeration.)

SARAH JANE: Yeah, well, still not natural. Mister Smith, I want you to scan for alien energies.
SMITH: Of course.
CLYDE: Oh, and Mister Smith, you'd better cast your net pretty wide.
RANI: Oh, don't encourage him.
CLYDE: You know, I'm glad Sky turned up. Finally there's someone here who appreciates my comic genius.
SMITH: Sarah Jane, you may be interested to know that the Museum of Culture is currently staging an exhibition of totem poles. Among them is what has become known as the Totem of the Lost Tribe.
RANI: Oh, my dad wants to see that. Said they found in a cave, like it had been hidden.
SARAH JANE: I still don't get the connection.
SMITH: The Totem pole was discovered in the Mojave Desert. A legend surrounding its discovery suggests when it was first removed from the cave, a storm came out of nowhere, and it rained fish.

[Outside the museum]

SKY: So, what's in a museum?
CLYDE: Dead things, mostly.
SKY: And people like to look at dead things? Isn't that a bit weird?
CLYDE: If you ask me, yeah.
SARAH JANE: Museums help preserve our past, Sky. They're fascinating places. You'll see.
RANI: Mum and Dad met in a museum.
SARAH JANE: Oh, how romantic. Though I never saw your mum as the museum type.
RANI: It was raining.
SARAH JANE: Ah.
ELLIE: You got any spare change? Enough for a sandwich, please?
CLYDE: Yes, sure, here. Get a bacon butty or something.
ELLIE: Cheers.
SKY: Why did she want money?
CLYDE: Because she's a scrounger.
SKY: Why did you give her some?
CLYDE: Because it's probably not her fault.

[Museum]

(A display of AmerIndian culture with the Totem as the centrepiece.)

SKY: Isn't it pretty?
RANI: I think the word you're looking for is creepy. Look at those faces.
SARAH JANE: There really shouldn't be anything sinister about a totem pole. They were generally a kind of storybook carved from cedar trees as a of myths or family histories.
CLYDE: I'm glad they're not my family. You're a funny-looking bunch, aren't you?

(He tickles a face under its chin.)

CLYDE: Ow! Splinter.
SAMANTHA: We would rather you didn't touch the exhibits.
SARAH JANE: Oh, I'm sorry, Clyde didn't mean any harm.
CLYDE: Clyde Langer. I'm sorry. I just. I love art. Even when it does bite back.
SAMANTHA: Well, it looks like you came off worse.
RANI: Oh, did you get a splinter, you big baby?
SARAH JANE: My name's Sarah Jane Smith. I'm a journalist.
SAMANTHA: Doctor Samantha Madigan. I run the Anthropology Department here. I suppose you've made the connection between the totem pole and fish raining from the skies today, then?
SKY: So it was the totem pole.
SAMANTHA: No, 0f course not.
CLYDE: She's not really with us.
SARAH JANE: My daughter has quite a sense of humour.
SKY: Do I?
SAMANTHA: Have to say, I couldn't have wished for a better publicity stunt. Maybe Hetocumtek is on our side.
SARAH JANE: I'm sorry? Why Hetocumtek?
SAMANTHA: 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 tribes' greatest medicine men came together and tricked Hetocumtek, imprisoning him in a totem pole.
RANI: What, this totem pole?
SAMANTHA: Well, tis only a story. Now, if you'll excuse me.
RANI: So what do you think, Sarah Jane? Hetocumtek, what was he? Warrior god or nasty alien?
SARAH JANE: Aliens masquerading as gods? It wouldn't be the first time. But I don't really believe in the magical powers of medicine men, and according to my scans, there's no alien energy here. So if anything alien did cause today's shower of fish, it wasn't this totem pole or Hetocumtek.

(Clyde finally prises the splinter from his finger.)

CLYDE: Ah, gotcha.
SARAH JANE: Come on.

[Langer kitchen]

CARLA: Hello, love. Was that Sarah Jane giving you a lift?
CLYDE: Yeah, me and Rani were helping her mum at the shop and Sarah Jane dropped by.
CARLA: Oh, that's nice. Did you see the fish?
CLYDE: Yeah. That's school dinners sorted for the next week. Could've come battered with chips, though.
CARLA: They're saying it's some kind of freak weather thing. Anyway, I hate fish. When it's raining chocolate, let me know.
CLYDE: I'll go and set the table.
CARLA: Oh, who needs chocolate when I've got my little Clydey? Ah, the day it starts raining Clyde Langers, that'll be a miracle.

[Clyde's room]

(Clyde puts the finishing touches to a frame of his comic.)

CLYDE: Sleep easy, Blood River City. The Silver Bullet is watching your back. The End. Clyde Langer. Step aside, Batman.

(He gets into bed with the wound from the splinter still bothering him. As he sleeps, around the room the places where his name appears become flame.)

[Lounge]

CLYDE: Morning! What's the weather forecast for today, then? Raining cats and dogs?
SARAH JANE: Sunny and bright, apparently. Not a halibut in sight. Mister Smith hasn't been able to find anything to suggest an alien energy, so maybe for once we can stand down.
CLYDE: Do you want to meet a hero who never stands down?
SARAH JANE: Mmm hmm.

(Clyde shows her his comic.)

CLYDE: The Silver Bullet.
SARAH JANE: Did you do this?
CLYDE: Of course. What do you think?
SARAH JANE: It's good. It's really good. Is this what you want to do? I mean, after school?
CLYDE: Yeah, well, drawing's about the only thing I'm any good at, so.
SARAH JANE: Oh, don't do yourself down. You're bright. But there's no doubt art really is your thing.
CLYDE: And I love comics, so I thought, why not? Look out, Stan Lee, here comes Clyde Langer.

(Clyde's name burns across Sarah's eyeball as Clyde's splinter bothers him.)

CLYDE: I mean, rocket scientist or whatever is fine if you're a super-brain like Luke. But me?
SARAH JANE: What do you mean, super-brain?
CLYDE: Well, he is, isn't he. He's a genius.
SARAH JANE: Yes, but the way you say it, it's a bad thing. As if there's something wrong.
CLYDE: Ah, no, sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. Luke's my best mate. Are you all right?
SARAH JANE: No. To be honest, I'm sick and tired of the way you're always making fun of my son.
CLYDE: Sarah Jane, what's going on?
SARAH JANE: Since you first showed up, all you've ever done is tell him how uncool he was, what a geek he was, a freak he was. And all the while you're wasting your time with rubbish like this. My son is worth a hundred of you, and I've had just about as much as I'm going to take.
CLYDE: Sarah Jane?
SARAH JANE: Get out, now. Take your stupid comic book with you.
CLYDE: What's going on? I don't get it.
SARAH JANE: Get out!
CLYDE: This is crazy.
SARAH JANE: You want crazy? I'll give you crazy!
CLYDE: No!

(Sarah brandishes her lipstick and Clyde flees the house.)

[Outside Rani's home]

RANI: Hey, what's going on?
CLYDE: It's Sarah Jane. She's just gone completely mental.
RANI: What are you talking about?
HARESH: Ah, Clyde Langer.

(Clyde's name burns across Rani's eyes.)

RANI: You get away from me!
CLYDE: What?
HARESH: Leave my daughter alone.
CLYDE: What's going on? What did I do? I didn't do anything!
RANI: Dad, you keep him away from me.
CLYDE: Rani, we're mates.
HARESH: Keep away from her. You're no friend of my daughter.
CLYDE: But this is mad. We're friends, Rani!
RANI: You're mad if you think I'd be any friend of yours. I hate you!
CLYDE: Rani.
HARESH: I'll give you ten seconds. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter. Is that understood? Now, as far as school goes, you're excluded!
CLYDE: You can't do that. Something's got at you. Both of you. And Sarah Jane. I don't know what it is, but none of it's real. Just think about it, please. I haven't done anything!
HARESH: You're out of time!
RANI: Come anywhere near me again, and I'm calling the police.
CLYDE: All right, I'm gone. But there's something going on here, and I'm going to fix it.
RANI: You do what you like, but I don't want to see you again! Not ever!

[Attic]

(Sarah is ripping up Clyde's sketches on a draughting board.)

SMITH: Sarah Jane, are you all right?
SARAH JANE: Yes, Mister Smith. I'm fine.
SMITH: I am detecting an exceptionally high oscillation of beta brainwaves suggesting intense anger.
SARAH JANE: No, Mister Smith. I don't think so.
SMITH: Oh. How curious. Your beta brainwave activity is now normal.
SKY: Sarah Jane. How do I look?
SARAH JANE: Oh, you look marvellous! I'm so proud of you.
SKY: Why? Because I put the school uniform on right?
SARAH JANE: No, no. Because you're on your way to school, and you've barely been on Earth a month. And I know this must all seem so strange to you, but you're very brave, Sky.
SKY: Why do I have to be brave at school? Will people try and hurt me there?
SARAH JANE: No, no. No, no one's going to try to hurt you, but, well, it will seem strange, and you're going to be mixing with lots of new people.
SKY: I know. It's going to be so exciting.
SARAH JANE: You see, that's what I mean. Oh, you're going to be brilliant.
SKY: Will you be lonely without me today?
SARAH JANE: Well, actually, I was thinking I might pay another visit to the museum.
SKY: I thought you said the totem pole wasn't alien.
SARAH JANE: No, no, it isn't. But this is a professional interest. Mister Smith, has anyone run a story on the mythological connection between the shower of fish and the totem pole?
SMITH: It appears not, Sarah Jane.
SARAH JANE: Perfect. So, while I'm getting my scoop, you'll be making new friends at school. And don't worry, Rani will always be close by if you need her.
SKY: And Clyde.
SARAH JANE: You keep away from him!
SKY: Why?
SARAH JANE: Just do as I say. Keep away from him. Don't go anywhere near him. Do you hear me?
SKY: Yes, Sarah Jane.
SARAH JANE: I don't ever want to hear his name again.
SMITH: Excuse me, but has Clyde upset you?
SARAH JANE: 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.
SMITH: Understood, Sarah Jane.
SARAH JANE: Sky, come on. School.

[Park]

(Clyde is on the phone.)

CLYDE: Luke? It's Clyde. Look, I'm getting freaked out here. Something's. Luke? No, no, listen to me. I'm your friend. Please. There's something. It's got to you, too. Luke!

(The call ends.)

CLYDE: This is not happening. This is not happening.
STEVE: Had enough of sixth form, then?
CLYDE: Are you all right, Steve?
STEVE: What, too busy to come and play football with your mates?
CLYDE: Yeah. Sort of. I'm sorry. How's your job-hunting going?
STEVE: Yeah, great. Got a Chelsea scout coming down this afternoon to watch me play. It's going to be good. Quarter of a million a week, choice of my own WAG. Girls Aloud, Saturdays, you name it. It's brilliant, isn't it?
CLYDE: I'm sorry, mate.
STEVE: Fancy a kickabout?
CLYDE: Stuff to do. But, listen, Steve, it was nice to see you, man.
STEVE: No worries. Look, I tell you what, I'll put in a good word for you. I'll say, listen, Cheryl, I got a friend, mate of mine. Clyde Langer.

(The name flares across his eyeball.)

STEVE: He used to be all right.
CLYDE: Steve?
STEVE: Now he's in sixth form, he thinks he's better than all his mates.
CLYDE: No, no, you've got it all wrong. You said my name. They all said my name. Steve, look, listen to me, okay? This is going to sound crazy, but it's like there's something wrong with my name. It's like it's cursed.
STEVE: We'll fix that!
CLYDE: No, Steve. You don't want to do this, okay? This isn't you. Just listen to me.

(Steve pushes Clyde down and stamps on his mobile phone.)

STEVE: And that's what I'll do to you.

(Clyde runs.)

STEVE: Get him! Stop him! He's getting away.

[Underpass]

(Clyde hides behind some wheelie bins.)

STEVE: Where did he go? Got to go somewhere. Look, come on!

(The gang run on. Clyde's splinter wound is red and nasty, and he has a vision of the Totem.)

[Museum]

(Clyde stares up at the Totem.)

CLYDE: Now what? Oh, excuse me. Hi, Doctor Madigan?
SAMANTHA: Hello. Weren't you here yesterday?
CLYDE: Yeah. Look, you're an expert on totem poles and Native American stuff, right?
SAMANTHA: And stuff. Lots of stuff, yes.
CLYDE: Do you know anything about curses?
SAMANTHA: Native American curses? The most famous is the Curse of Tippecanoe. It was, or is, a curse on the Presidents of the United States.
CLYDE: What about a curse that makes all your friends turn on you?
SAMANTHA: I'm sorry?

(Sarah enters the exhibition.)

CLYDE: I'm going to have to go.
SARAH JANE: I'd advise you to keep your distance from him.
CLYDE: Sarah Jane, please, listen to me. This is some sort of curse.
SAMANTHA: You're serious. You think you've been cursed?
SARAH JANE: Don't waste your time. He's a trouble-maker.
SAMANTHA: He's clearly distressed.
CLYDE: All day, every one of my friends has been turning against me. I think it's something to do with my name.
SARAH JANE: Oh, don't waste your time.
SAMANTHA: Your name? It's Clyde, isn't it?
CLYDE: No, don't!
SAMANTHA: Clyde Langer.
CLYDE: It's not just the people that know me, it's everybody!
SAMANTHA: I think you'd better leave. Or do I have to call security?
SARAH JANE: What did I tell you?
SECURITY: Is there a problem, Doctor?
SAMANTHA: Get him out of here.
SECURITY: Let's have you, pal.
CLYDE: No! It's the totem pole!
SECURITY: Oi! That's enough! Get him, lads!

(Three guards drag Clyde away.)

CLYDE: Sarah Jane! Please remember me! I'm your friend!

(Sarah makes a phone call.)

SARAH JANE: Police? I want to make a complaint. I'm being harassed.

(The beggar girl watches Clyde leave.)

[Langer home]

CLYDE: Mum? Mum? Mum.

(His mother is sitting at the table with a pile of letters in front of her. The top one is addressed to Clyde.)

CARLA: Where've you been?
CLYDE: Just out. Why?
CARLA: You're always lying about where you've been, what you've been doing.
CLYDE: No, Mum.
CARLA: More lies. Always lies.
CLYDE: Mum, whatever you're thinking, it's not real. It's my name. You've seen my name on a letter and somehow it's messing with your head.
CARLA: Don't touch me. How can I ever trust you? Always skulking around, keeping secrets.
CLYDE: But this isn't real. I haven't done anything.
CARLA: I don't want you here. I don't want to look at you, I don't want to hear you. I feel like I've had my soul torn out of me.
CLYDE: I didn't do this. It's not my fault. Tell me what it is I've done! Tell me what I've done. You can't, can you, mum? You can't because it's all a trick. You've all been tricked. You, Sarah Jane, Rani. Everybody.
CARLA: Yeah, I was tricked, all right. Life tricked me the day you were born. I've had enough now. And I want you out of here. Out of my life!
CLYDE: No! You don't mean that! Mum, I love you. Please, don't do this.

(Knocking on the door.)

POLICE [OC]: Police, open up.
CLYDE: Don't answer it.
CARLA: And you wonder why I want you out of my life?
CLYDE: I haven't done anything. It's the curse! It's taking everything over!
CARLA [OC]: He's through there.

(Clyde runs out of the back door and ends up at -)

[Bannerman Road]

CLYDE [memory]: We're not alone though, are we. We got each other.
SARAH [memory]: Oh, Clyde, you are brilliant.
CLYDE [memory]: We're a team, Sarah Jane.

[ATM machine]

(Clyde puts in his card and enters his pin. The screen fills with his name. He runs.)

[Alleyway]

(It starts to rain hard. Clyde hammers on a fire exit then sits down on the step. The beggar girl finds him.)

ELLIE: Are you all right?
CLYDE: No.
ELLIE: Come with me.

Part Two

[Under a bridge]

(Clyde wakes up next morning.)

ELLIE: Hiya. Sleep all right? You'll get used to it. At least it's dry. What was he thinking, kipping out in the rain? Want to get sick?
CLYDE: Like things can get any worse.
ELLIE: If you want to try pneumonia, go for it.
CLYDE: No, look, I'm sorry. This is all sort of new to me. But thanks for bringing me here.

(Ellie gives him a dry jacket.)

ELLIE: I saw you the other day, you know. You gave me a couple of quid.
CLYDE: Oh, outside the museum? I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you.
ELLIE: Course not. People don't look. They're scared they might catch something.
CLYDE: No. It's not that.
ELLIE: I saw them chuck you out. What did you do, unravel a bit of a mummy to blow your nose?
CLYDE: That's not the only place I got thrown out.
ELLIE: Look, if you've had a row with your folks, go home. With any luck, you'll be nice and warm in bed tonight. Spare us a thought.
CLYDE: Yeah, but I've got no-one. My mum, my friends, they're history. You're the first person that hasn't turned on me.
ELLIE: I'm Ellie Faber. What about you?

(Clyde takes the offered mug of hot drink and sees a pizza box nearby.)

CLYDE: Enrico. Enrico Box.
ELLIE: Okay.

[Attic]

(Clyde's name burns everytime Sarah sees it. She is putting his stuff into a bin liner.)

SKY: What are you doing?
SARAH JANE: Having a clear-out. There's too much clutter in this attic.
SKY: But those are Clyde's things.
SARAH JANE: Yeah, well, he should've taken them with him. Too late now.
SKY: I don't understand. What did he do to upset you so much?
SARAH JANE: Listen to me, Sky, and remember. I don't want to hear his name again, and I don't want you to have anything to do with him. Is that clear?
SKY: Yeah.
SARAH JANE: Good.

(In the museum, the security man sees lightning play over the Totem pole, and runs.)

[Under a bridge]

CLYDE: So how long have you been living like this?
ELLIE: Two years. Time doesn't mean much here.
CLYDE: How?
ELLIE: My dad died, and my mum married again. Let's just say it didn't work out for me, okay?
CLYDE: I'm sorry.
ELLIE: Doesn't matter. You grow up fast out here. There's a load of stuff that happens and
CLYDE: What sort of stuff?
ELLIE: It's like everywhere else. There's good people, and there's bad. And there's the Night Dragon.
CLYDE: What's that?
ELLIE: Sometimes people disappear. I mean, how bad is that? We've already vanished once.
CLYDE: Maybe they find somewhere to go?
ELLIE: And don't tell anybody they're going? They're just gone. And then the next morning people say the Night Dragon took them. And they never come back.

[School cafeteria]

RANI: School chips. Best chips in the world.
SKY: The menu said there was toad in the hole. Mister Smith said there are five hundred species of toad. When I asked which one we were having, the dinner lady didn't seem very pleased.
RANI: So Mister Smith gave you a basic grounding for starting school by telling you about toads, and nothing about school dinners? Sounds just like him.
SKY: I think he's still nervous of me. He doesn't like me too close, just in case I blow his circuits.
RANI: He'll get used to you. You're one of the gang now.
SKY: Like Clyde?
RANI: Don't say that!
SKY: He was your friend, and Sarah Jane's. She says everything has a reason, but no one can give me a reason why you all turned on Clyde.
RANI: I don't feel well.

[Museum]

SAMANTHA: I looked you up on the internet after you came to interview me. You have a reputation as a journalist for investigating strange phenomena, so I thought maybe you'd come across something like this before.
SARAH JANE: What happened?
SAMANTHA: According to our security guard, lightning burst out of the Totem pole.
SARAH JANE: That's impossible.
SAMANTHA: Of course, but I'm almost thinking there's truth in the legend after all.

(Sarah gives it a quick scan with her wrist watch.)

SARAH JANE: But it was dead.
SAMANTHA: The myth says the medicine men of the Great Plains trapped the god Hetocumtek in the Totem pole, but warns that Hetocumtek would find a way to escape if ever the Totem pole fell back into the hands of men.
SARAH JANE: That's why it was hidden deep in a cave in Death Valley.
SAMANTHA: Well, it's only a legend.

(Doctorr Madigan answers her mobile phone. When she turns away, the eyes of the image at the top of Totem flare.)

SARAH JANE: Doctor Madigan, I think it might be best if you close the exhibition for a while. Just as a precaution.
SAMANTHA: Yes, of course.

[By the park]

ELLIE: You got any spare change, mate?
CLYDE: So you do this every day? Even in the rain?
ELLIE: Well, you're hungry, I'm hungry. It's either this or going through the bins. Yeah, I've done that too.
CLYDE: Have you got any spare change, mate?
ELLIE: Not like that. You sound like you're flogging china down the market. Too cocky.
CLYDE: It's not cocky, it's charisma.
ELLIE: Whoever heard of a homeless person having charisma?
CLYDE: This is how it goes, isn't it? Everything you ever were, everything you ever wanted to be, it just gets worn away till there's nothing left.
ELLIE: The people that make it were always fighters. Survivors.
CLYDE: I'm one of them. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've done. Creatures I've seen.
ELLIE: Creatures? Are you into wildlife, then?
CLYDE: Yeah, it was a wild life.
ELLIE: Let's go get something to eat.

[Attic]

SMITH: Are you all right, Sarah Jane?
SARAH JANE: Yeah. Something about that totem pole. It's alive, Mister Smith, I saw it. Just for a moment. I know I did. There's something terrible.
SMITH: It must have been dormant on your first visit to the museum. However, there are now energies building around the totem pole.
SARAH JANE: But why? That's what worries me.

[Soup kitchen]

ELLIE: That's Max. He used to be a boxer, then he got too old. He's been on the streets years. That woman in the duffel coat. Polish, came over to get married. Got dumped. Can't get home. And that's Polly the Porsche. She used to work in the City. Always telling everyone what she used to drive. Now she pushes everything she's got around in an old trolley.
CLYDE: No way.
ELLIE: All of them, ignoring us on the street. They wouldn't believe how easy it could be. One day it just all falls apart, and you're here. Steven's Point. Getting hand-outs. All right, Mags? How's the tea leaves?
CLYDE: Hello, love.
ELLIE: This is Mystic Mags. This is my friend, Rico. If you want to know the numbers for the lottery, she's your girl.
MAGS: Mock, but there's strange things in the air.
ELLIE: Yeah. Like fish.
MAGS: Something bad's coming!
CLYDE: You mean the Night Dragon?
MAGS: Huh! The Dragon's coming. I can see it in the leaves. It's always in the leaves, before one of us is taken. But this isn't no dragon. It's something else. And it's put its mark on you.
CLYDE: What?
MAGS: There's a curse on you, and everyone what knows you.
ELLIE: Cut it out, Mags.
CLYDE: She's right. She's right, I'm cursed.
ELLIE: What are you talking about?
CLYDE: Look, I'm only ever going to get you into trouble, Ellie. Thanks for trying to help me, but you can't. No one can.
ELLIE: Hey, wait !

[Outside St Stephens]

ELLIE: Rico! Rico, wait!
CLYDE: My name's not Rico.
ELLIE: What, your name's not really Enrico Box? Who'd have guessed. It doesn't matter.
CLYDE: I can't tell you my name. She was right.
ELLIE: What, you're cursed? Look at me. Welcome to the club!

(Clyde pulls Ellie out of the way of a pair of skateboarders.)

BOY: Losers!
CLYDE: Watch it!
ELLIE: See? You can't be cursed. You're my lucky charm.

[Car]

HARESH: Are you coming down with something?
RANI: No, I'm fine.
HARESH: You've not said a word since we left the shops. Come on, what's wrong? Rani, love, what is it?
RANI: I don't know. It's like something's wrong. It feels like I've lost something really special, only I don't know what it is.
HARESH: That doesn't make any sense.
RANI: I know it doesn't. And it's driving me mad. But I can't shake it. It's like nothing's right any more. My whole life, Dad, it's like. It's like it's not me any more.

(She cries on his shoulder.)

[Langer home]

CARLA: So, how are you settling in with Sarah Jane? Have you met Luke yet? He's such a lovely boy. He was such big friends with

(And bursts into tears.)

SKY: Mrs Langer?
CARLA: This keeps happening to me. Something comes into my head, and, I don't know what. It's like, a part of my world has gone and I don't know what it is.
SKY: Is it Clyde?
CARLA: Don't use that name in my house.
SKY: Why? I don't understand. Everybody's turned against him, but nobody can tell me why.
CARLA: Just be glad he's gone.
SKY: But Clyde's your son. Don't you love him?
CARLA: I told you, don't say that name.
SKY: It's just a name, Mrs Langer. Clyde is your son's name.
CARLA: It hurts! Stop saying it!

(Sky sees Clyde's name burn on an envelope.)

SKY: That's it. It's his name. His name's doing all this. It's going to be all right, Mrs Langer. Somehow, I promise.

(In the museum, the Totem's eyes are swivelling and the mouth is moving, growling.)

[Railway arches]

ELLIE: I've never seen so much thunder and lightning. It's like flippin' Transylvania. Just wetter.
CLYDE: Why didn't we go back to Camp Cardboard?
ELLIE: The streets make people superstitious. Mystic Mags will have told everyone you're cursed. Well?
CLYDE: Well, what we need here is paper.

(He gets his comic strip out of his rucksack, puts it under the small pile of wood and lights it.)

CLYDE: Where were you the day of the storm? You know the one I mean. No one's ever going to forget that day. I was at school.
ELLIE: I was on the street, and then this fish drops between my feet. Splat! It was totally random.
CLYDE: Well, at least you had something to eat.
ELLIE: Yeah, like I know what to do with a fish. It might as well have rained bricks. Someone said it was a weird weather thing.
CLYDE: Yeah, I heard that, too. So, what if the fish was some sort of sign that something bad was coming, like Mystic Mags said?
ELLIE: Worse than the Night Dragon?
CLYDE: Yeah, really bad.
ELLIE: I've been through really bad stuff in my life. Maybe it doesn't matter now.
CLYDE: I don't understand.
ELLIE: For two years, I've been telling myself I'll get off the street. I'll get on some sort of scheme. Get a job, get a flat. Get my life back. Meet a nice boy. That was my dream. Now it's starting to come true.

[Attic]

(All the eyes and mouths on the Totem are moving.)

SARAH JANE: It feels like someone has died, but you don't know who. It's like someone really special has been taken from you.
RANI: Yeah, that's it. That's exactly it.
SARAH JANE: Yeah, I'm feeling it, too.
SKY: What's going on?
RANI: Something really weird.
SARAH JANE: The only thing I can think is it's something to do with the totem pole. There's an energy in it. It's been dormant but it's getting stronger all the time.
SKY: Getting stronger? Since when?
SARAH JANE: Oh, some time after we all went to the museum.
SKY: Since Clyde touched the totem pole? Since he got the splinter?
SARAH JANE: Don't say that name!
SKY: Mister Smith, I need you!
SARAH JANE: Oh, what are you doing?
SKY: It's the only way I can make you listen to me. Mister Smith, when Clyde got the splinter from the totem pole, could that have activated it's energy?
RANI: Stop saying that!
SMITH: It is conceivable.
SARAH JANE: None of this makes sense, Sky.
SKY: You turning your back on Clyde doesn't make sense. Even his mum's thrown him out. She feels the same as you and Rani, like something's been torn from her life, and she can't remember what it is.
RANI: Well, it isn't him. I hate him!
SKY: Why, Rani? Think about it. You both love Clyde. You'd never turn your backs on him. The only way this could happen is some alien messing with your heads. Clyde needs us.
SARAH JANE: Stop saying that name, please!
SMITH: Sarah Jane, your reaction to his name suggests that Sky is correct. You have been subjected to a psychophonic programming, possibly designed to keep Clyde isolated.
RANI: Well, say that's true. Why?
SKY: Because Hetocumtek needs Clyde. What if it's found a way to escape? The longer Clyde's out there, the more powerful it's getting.
SARAH JANE: The legend said that if the totem pole fell back into the hands of men, then Hetocumtek would escape.
SKY: Hands of men! Clyde got a splinter! It's a curse and you've got to break it!
SARAH JANE: That name. Just the sound of it, it's agony.
CARLA [memory]: It hurts!
SKY: His name's the key. His mum couldn't say it. Maybe if you can, it will break the curse.

(But just the effort is painful.)

SARAH JANE: Oh, it's no good.
SKY: You've got to! We've got to find Clyde. It's the only way of stopping Hetocumtek escaping.
SARAH JANE: We can do this, Rani.
RANI: It's just a name. We can say it, right? Okay.
SKY: Say it, say it. Come on. Clyde Langer. Clyde Langer.
SARAH JANE: Clyde. Clyde.
RANI: Clyde.
SARAH JANE: Clyde!
RANI: Clyde.
SARAH JANE: Clyde Langer.

(They break through the pain barrier.)

RANI: Clyde, Clyde Langer.
SARAH JANE: Clyde Langer.
BOTH: Clyde Langer! Clyde Langer! Oh! Clyde Langer!
SARAH JANE: Oh. Now, the most important thing is we get Clyde back.

[Street]

(Clyde shows Ellie a sketch of herself.)

CLYDE: Look. What do you think?
ELLIE: That's brilliant.
CLYDE: You know, I was thinking I could do this, like a street artist. We could go up to Covent Garden or somewhere and people will pay to have their portraits drawn.
ELLIE: On the back of old paper bags?
CLYDE: No, I'll get a drawing pad. I've already got the pencils. I'm telling you, Ellie, we can do this. We can get off the streets together.

(Ellie kisses Clyde.)

ELLIE: Stay here. I'm going to go and get us a coffee to share. I feel like celebrating.
CLYDE: Okay.
SARAH [OC]: Clyde!
CLYDE: Sarah Jane. Rani?
RANI: Clyde!

(Rani, Sky and Sarah gets out of Sarah's car and run to Clyde.)

SARAH JANE: I'm so sorry. What have I done?
RANI: We've been looking for you all night. You have to thank Sky. The curse didn't affect her. She fought so hard for you.
CLYDE: Thank you, Sparky.
RANI: Something alien is trapped in the totem pole, and somehow it's using you to get free. And if it does, we are in trouble.
SARAH JANE: We need you back at the attic.
CLYDE: I've got to wait for someone. My friend.
SARAH JANE: Clyde, there isn't time. We have to go!
CLYDE: But I can't leave her. You don't understand.
SARAH JANE: We have to go, Clyde. We have to go. Please!
CLYDE: Ellie? Ellie!
SARAH JANE: Clyde, listen to me. That thing could break free at any moment.
CLYDE: I'm coming back.

[Attic]

SMITH: Clyde. Welcome back. Sarah Jane, I have hacked into a passing Chorium trading vessel's transmat systems.
SARAH JANE: Mister Smith, do it!
SMITH: Locking onto the Culture Museum. Bringing totem pole to the attic now.

(The Totem appears, growling. Lightning flashes around the room.)

SMITH: The psychophonic curse must be reversed.
SARAH JANE: Do as I told you, Clyde. Now!
RANI: It's fighting back!

(A branch crashes through the skylight.)

SKY: What's happening?
SARAH JANE: Clyde, you're the only one that can stop all this.
CLYDE: You tried to ruin my life. To take away everything and everyone that was most important to me. But I'm a survivor and you failed, you big plank. My name's Clyde Langer.

(Clyde embraces the Totem.)

CLYDE: My name is Clyde Langer! My name is Clyde Langer!

(The Totem dissolves into a pile of ash, and the storm stops.)

CLYDE: Team Sarah Jane?

(Group hug.)

[Outside the Langer home]

CLYDE: Mum?
CARLA: I love you, Clyde.

[Railway arches]

CLYDE: She's not here.
SARAH JANE: London's a big city, Clyde. Ellie could be anywhere.
CLYDE: I've got to find her. Come on, let's try Steven's Point.

[Soup kitchen]

(Clyde holds up his sketch.)

CLYDE: Her name's Ellie. Sixteen or seventeen, with a green coat. Have you seen this girl?

[Tunnel]

CLYDE: Have you seen Ellie?
MAN: No, sorry, mate.
CLYDE: Have you seen this girl?
MAN 2: Nah.
CLYDE: She was the only friend I had when when you all turned on me. And now she thinks I abandoned her like everyone else, but I haven't. I won't, not ever. I will find her.
SARAH JANE: I know, Clyde. I just can't believe, after all the things we've seen, the most alien world of all is right here. And no-one knows. Because they don't want to.

[Street]

CLYDE: Mate, have you seen this girl?
MAN 3: No, mate.
CLYDE: All right. Thanks anyway.

(He gives the beggar some coins.)

CLYDE: We can find her, can't we? I mean, we've got Mister Smith. We find aliens. We help them get home, right across the universe. We can help Ellie, can't we? We can find her.
RANI: Clyde. Look.

(Rani spots a poster for a jazz quartet.)

RANI: Ellie Faber.
CLYDE: It wasn't her name. She just took it off an old poster.

(A Night Dragon haulage truck drives past.)

MAX: The Night Dragon took her.
CLYDE: What, that was the Night Dragon? A truck?
MAX: Comes by every so often. The drivers will sometimes give you a lift. Glasgow, Dublin, France, Germany. They go all over the place. It's another chance. That's why people go.
CLYDE: She's gone.
RANI: She meant a lot to you, didn't she?
SARAH JANE: Come on. Let's go home.

Transcript originally provided by Chrissie. Adapted by TARDIS.guide. The transcripts are for educational and entertainment purposes only. All other copyrights property of their respective holders.