Doctor Who s09e09 Episode Script

Sleep No More

You must not watch this.
I'm warning you.
You can never unsee it.
But if you do watch .
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Gagan Rassmussen.
I'm Gagan Rassmussen.
This is Le Verrier lab in orbit around Neptune.
I've put things together into some kind of order so that you can understand, so you can have some idea.
There are bits missing.
Sorry about that.
I don't fully understand what's been going on here.
But, er This is what happened.
Stop staring! 'They came from Triton.
'This is Chopra.
'Bit of an attitude, in my opinion.
' Calm down, pet! Well, it's ridiculous! That thing's meant to be a lethal fighting machine and it just moons around like a love-sick puppy! I could hear you ranting - from inside the pod, Chopra, for the Gods' sake! - Feel better? 'Commander Nagata.
'Young, for the responsibility.
'Quite a baptism of fire, I'm afraid.
' Marvellous, ma'am.
All hail, Morpheus, eh? 'Deep-Ando.
Conscript.
'Likes to think of himself as the joker of this little group.
'Well he DID' Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus Sleep's the one thing left to us.
The one thing they couldn't get their filthy mitts on.
Now, they're even grabbing that! Colonising it.
- Spoken like a true Rip! - Don't call me that.
- "Don't call me that, ma'am.
" Give it a rest, pet.
- Give what a rest? This is a mission, Chopra.
We find out what's happened on Le Verrier and then we all go home.
Keep your politics to yourself, OK? I know someone who'd love to get Chopra - back home to Triton, eh? - Ho-ho! 'This one's obvious from the markings, isn't it? 'We all know a Grunt when we see one.
' Come on.
Behave.
Nearly there, kiddies.
'These are the rescue crew.
'Don't get too attached.
'Everything you're about to see is from their individual viewpoints 'or taken from the station itself -- the only footage available.
' They came to find me.
This is my station.
My lab.
'I've pieced together the rescue as best I could.
'If you're going to watch, then pay close attention.
'Your lives may depend on it.
' Emergency lighting only.
Grav and orbit's stable.
There must be power.
Nothing? No sign of anyone.
There was no crew.
No crew left.
They did find others, though.
Strangers.
What the hell happened here? - Hide seek.
- Maybe they play hide seek.
Hide AND seek! Why do they miss out words? It's infuriating! Chopra, don't be anger.
"Don't be an-gry!" Is it so hard to breed them to speak properly? Oh, lighten up! - What now? - Talk.
- What? - People talk.
Do you ever get the feeling like you're being watched? Paranoia! - Why is it so dark? - Night-time setting.
Faulty filament.
Three-day week.
- So, orbit around Neptune? - Yeah.
This close into the planet, they must have some pretty powerful anti-grav shielding on board.
Looks like a Japanese restaurant.
Oh! Have you brought me to a space restaurant!? - People never do that, you know? - Do what? They never put the word "space" in front of something just because everything's all sort of hi-tech and future-y.
It's never "space restaurant" or "space champagne" or "space" you know"hat".
It's just "restaurant", "champagne" or "hat".
Even if this was a restaurant - What about spacesuit? - Pedant! - Hello! - You crew? Are you crew? "Engineering stress assessors"? Yes, yes, we are.
- We're here to, er - We're here to, er to, er .
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assess stress - So, what happened? - From the beginning of time? - That's a very long story.
- (Doctor!) Well, we just arrived, you know, and there was nobody about.
Well, what are you doing here? No comm signal.
Nothing.
Dead.
We've come to find out why.
Theories? Could be anything.
Meteorite strike.
Space pirates Ah, see? Not just "pirates".
"SPACE pirates"! - So, what, you are a rescue mission? - Yes.
- Of four? - Cuts, pet.
Right.
You're to consider yourself # Part of the furniture! # .
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under my command.
- OK.
Really? - Yes, really.
Come on.
We still don't know where we are.
Indo-Japanese.
- Tuesday.
- 38th century? After the Great Catastrophe, there was a tectonic realignment.
India and Japan, they were .
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sort of merged.
We still don't know where the rest of the crew are, though.
I mean, a place this size Hey, what? "Great Catastrophe"? What Great Catastrophe?! Well You've got all that to look forward to, haven't you? Mind you, this place looks as if it's been dead for a long while now.
What is it? I still can't shake the feeling.
Eyes.
Watch.
Eyes in sky.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Chopra not worry.
474 protect Chopra.
Chopra pretty.
Oh, for the Gods' Just back off! Oh, come on now - Let him go, pet! - 474 sorry! - Let him go, now! - Not help it! It could have killed me! That's how they're grown.
You know that.
They react to any attack.
"Grown"?! They might not give them much upstairs, but our friend here certainly knows how to fight.
You'd be glad of her in a tight corner, I'll bet.
What does she mean "grown"? She's a Grunt, Clara.
They're bred in hatcheries.
Cloned muscles.
Low intelligence.
Brute force.
Instant army.
That's disgusting! Well, that's how they roll in the 38th century (Hold my hand.
) I'm OK.
I'm not.
- Oh, run, run, run! - Run! Run! Follow me! Straight ahead.
NO! This way! Deep-Ando! Come on! Quick! Push anything in front of it! We've got to keep them out! Deep-Ando! We've lost him! What the hell are they? - Not pirates.
- We've got to get Deep-Ando! Where's your friend? - Deep-Ando? I dunno.
He's - He's still out there! What the hell are they? Where did they go? 'Chief Nagata, this is Deep-Ando.
Where did you go? 'Nagata, this is Deep-Ando! May the Gods look favourably upon you!' May the Gods Are you there? Deep-Ando, this is Nagata.
May the Gods look favourably upon you.
Deep-Ando, are you there? What are you doing? Finding out what they're made of.
Deep-Ando, are you there? - Send the Grunt! - No.
Why not? That's what it's for.
Look, he's still out there! You can't just abandon him.
I need proper intel before I risk anyone else.
Including 474.
Keep trying the comms.
Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you.
- Well? - Organic.
Definitely organic.
Blood cells.
Skin cells.
Mucus.
Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you.
Deep-Ando - What are these? - "Morpheus"? - Morpheus? Named after the God of Dreams? Oh, yeah Ooh, yeah! Not just this.
- So, what are they, then? Sleep pods? - More than that.
- Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando, can you hear me? - Keep trying.
I could take a look at that, you know.
Triangulate the signal.
- Help you find your friend.
- First, tell me what those things are.
- Deep Deep-Ando? - 'This is Deep' Deep-Ando, this is Chopra.
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I'm getting a signal! Deep-Ando can you hear me? Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando, this is Chopra.
Can you hear me? - Doctor! - Clara? # Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom # Mr Sandman, bring me your dreams # - Clara! - It's fine, it's just Morpheus.
# Make him the cutest that I've ever seen # What did you think you were doing?! Huh? It dragged me in! - The wires, they were like snakes, like it was alive! - Are you OK? Yeah.
It just kind of flicked over my eyes.
Did I sleep? - Yeah, you did.
- Why did it just grab at me? Semi-sentient.
It thinks it knows what's good for you.
You obviously needed 40 winks.
Clever little sleep pod.
You said it was something more than that, though.
- Come on, everyone knows.
- Well, let's just say, for the sake of argument, that we don't.
What is Morpheus? Last pod.
This pod.
Not empty.
# Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom # Oh, no.
No, no.
enough of that.
It's almost like someone's Careful! Here.
Let me try.
Hello-o? It's OK.
We're not going to hurt you.
Will you open up now? Come on.
Let's start with names, shall we? Um, I'm Clara.
This is the Doctor.
It's OK.
'Ah, this is where I come in.
' Hello.
I wanted to get out of there.
Immediately.
Of course I did.
But this man the Doctor .
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he wanted explanations first.
So May the Gods look favourably upon us all! Friends.
We live in a time of unparalleled prosperity.
A golden age of peace, harmony and industry But every shift must come to an end.
Every working day must stop.
Of course, we can take stimulants to make that deadline, to keep us propped up through that important meeting.
But always, always, sleep claims us in the end.
Until now! Sleep-deprivation pods? Not exactly.
Welcome, Morpheus.
# Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom # The Morpheus machine concentrates the whole nocturnal experience into one five-minute burst.
Now, you can go a whole month without sleep! - A month? - All the chemical benefits of rest, but freeing up the nights to continue working, working, working! To get the edge on your competitor.
To turn that extra profit.
That's insane.
That's HORRIBLE! Finally, someone who sees it for what it is! Leave the Rip Van Winkles behind and become one of the new generation of Wide-Awakes! The future is here.
The future is now.
Let yourself slip into the arms of Morpheus! - But sleep is - Terms and conditions apply.
Sleep is vital.
Sleep is wonderful.
Even I sleep.
When?! Well, when you're not looking.
Morpheus is mine.
My invention.
It's changed Triton society forever.
So, how does it work? The pod sends out a coded electronic signal that acts on certain parts of the brain.
Changes the fundamental chemistry.
It's disgusting! Making people into bloody drones! - I've said it before - Aye.
You have.
Colonising our sleep! Is nothing sacred? We spend a third of our lives asleep.
And time is money.
He's right, man! It's amazing.
Everyone on Triton's using it.
Are they now? "Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care.
"The death of each day's life, "sore labour's bath.
"Balm of hurt minds, "chief nourisher in life's great feast.
" Congratulations, Professor! You've revolutionised the labour market! - You've conquered nature! - Thank you.
You've also created an abomination.
The Doctor said that we had to find the other soldier.
And to find answers.
So, we left the lab.
He thought that there was some connection between my Morpheus process and those creatures that attacked us.
Anyway, you'll see.
He He had a theory.
- "Sleep dust"?! - Sleep dust.
- You're kidding! Do I look like I'm kidding? Is this a kidding face? Ask the crew of this station if they're kidding.
Or what's left of them.
- But sleep dust? - Yes.
The stuff in the corner of your eye.
The stuff you wipe away every morning when you wake up.
That's ridiculous.
This is getting us nowhere.
OK, how, Doctor, how can those things be made of "sleep dust"? Well, when we sleep, the mucus crust builds up in our eyes.
Blood cells.
Skin cells.
That's what dust largely is.
Human skin.
But your meddling has evolved it.
Hot-housed it.
What used to be sleep in your eye has turned into a carnivorous life form! You can't just throw accusations like that around! So, the longer you're in Morpheus, the more the dust builds up? That's slander! Lying there in those pods, people are a ready-made food source.
Where are they, then? Where's the crew? Digested.
Come on, we need to find Deep-Ando.
Come on.
Oh, come on.
Must be an exit here somewhere.
Listen to me.
Those things.
They're everywhere.
For the Gods' sake, come and get me.
What about us? We've all used the pods back on Triton.
- Not all of us.
- This isn't a good time to be smug, pet.
My guess is that the ones you're using are pretty primitive compared to what's going on up here.
These are a sort of a Mark II, yeah? Obviously, I have tried to improve the process.
Speed things up.
You've succeeded there.
But how does the dust become those creatures? You saw what happened.
The dust conglomerates.
It moulds itself into a humanoid form.
It's adaptable.
It's clever.
And it's coming for us.
Look, you came to rescue the crew.
I'm crew.
So, rescue me! How come you're the only one left? Because I hid.
I hid in the only place I thought those monsters wouldn't find me.
Look, we've got to get out of here! No.
We can't leave this place until there's not a trace of the dust or your machines left.
Or that's it for your lot.
Our lot? What do you mean? Oh, the human race.
'Hey.
' Haruka Deep-Ando, 6897.
Let me in.
'I'd love to.
' Well, do it then! My ID must be on the Corporation index.
'You have to do the song.
' What?! 'You have to do the song, Deep-Ando 6897.
' I haven't got time for this! 'Do the song, please.
' What the hell are you talking about? 'After the Maha Shivaratri/Oshogasu/Christmas party 'some of the crew reprogrammed me.
' They did, did they? 'Yes.
In order to enter rooms, everyone must do the song.
'It's very amusing.
' But you know who I am! You just called me by my name.
'Nevertheless' What song? 'You know the one.
' I don't! 'Now you're just being silly.
Of course you do! 'Silly Deep-Ando 6897.
'You must know the song.
'Everyone here knows it.
' I'm not from this station.
I'm on a rescue mission.
# Bom bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom # Morpheus? 'The Morpheus song!' This is insane! 'The song, please.
' Morpheus? # Mr Sandman Bring me your dreams # Make it the cutest # Haruka Deep-Ando 6897.
Let me in!! 'More, please.
' # Give him two lips Like roses in # Please! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! He was the first of them to die.
We heard the scream but Well, we We had our own problems.
- What's happening?! - Engines? No! It's the gravity shields! They're failing! Nagata! That thing! The schematic! Give it to me! - Who the hell do you think you are? - Me? I'm in charge! - You have no authority - No.
But I'm in charge.
I can bypass the main systems and reboot the grav-shields! Listen to him, for God's sake! He knows what he's talking about! Doctor! Doctor, if the grav-shields are decaying Don't say it.
Please don't say it! We're being pulled towards Neptune! Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! Hang on! Argh, this day couldn't get any worse! I can do this! I can fix this! No! Please! Aaargh! No! No! The G-force is increasing the closer we get to the planet! Hold on! We're back online! Grav-shields fixed! We're rising! Go, let's go! Get out of here! Go, go! Out of here, come on! Chopra! 474! Come on! Keep going, move it, move it, move it! Nagata! No, I can't leave them! Chopra! 474! May the Gods Where are you?! Oh, God.
Of all the places! A cold store.
Nagata, are you OK? No, I'm not.
- What about the others? - I don't know.
- We have to go after them! - Don't be ridiculous.
- Doctor! They're under my command! I owe it to them.
To die? They wouldn't thank you for that.
Nor you, Clara.
"To die, to die.
"Glamis hath murdered sleep, "therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more.
"Macbeth shall sleep no more.
" What? Shakespeare.
He really knew his stuff.
They all did.
The Ancients.
The poets.
All those sad songs.
All those lullabies.
Sleep is essential to every sentient being in the universe.
But to humans -- greedy, filthy, stupid humans .
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it's an inconvenience to be bartered away! Well, now we know the truth.
Sleep isn't just a function.
It's blessed.
Every night we dive deep into that inky pool.
Deep into the arms of Morpheus.
Every morning, we wake up and wipe the sleep from our eyes.
And that keeps us safe.
Safe from the monsters inside.
Well, the bloody monsters are outside now.
What do we do?! Dead meat.
Dear Gods, what are we going to do? Get ship.
Go home.
We can't let those things off here! If they were to get out, to spread It's like an infection.
You don't understand, do you? Sleepmen bad.
Kill sleepmen.
Yeah.
That about sums it up.
Chief Nagata, this is Chopra.
May the Gods look favourably upon you.
Chief Nagata, this is Chopra.
May the We'll head for the rescue ship.
If we don't hear from them soon, I'm going to have to assume they're dead.
Then what Chopra do? I have no choice.
I'll have to destroy this whole station.
- What are you doing? - I've hacked into your helmet cams.
- What? - Reviewing the footage.
- There's something not right here.
- We don't have helmet cams.
Why did it kill Rassmussen like that? That's what they do, isn't it? Kill people? But that's a direct attack.
It's not how they operate.
Dust grows.
Consumes the host.
They evolve.
You said so yourself.
Maybe.
There's something going on here.
Something we're not getting.
'Please stand clear of the pod.
'Dangerous materials in transit.
' What now? We can't stay in here.
We're going to freeze to death.
And we can't go back out there because the Sandmen will get us.
"Sandmen"? Yeah, it's a good name.
It fits.
Like the song.
# Bah, bah, bah # No, you don't get to name things.
I'm the Doctor.
I do the naming! All right.
Sorry.
It's like the Silurians all over again! OK, well, what would you prefer then? The "Dustmen"? (Sandmen.
) - What did you just say? - When? - 1.
83 minutes ago.
I said we don't have helmet cams.
Doctor, that door isn't going to last much longer.
So, what do we do? We let them in.
What?! We let them in.
Hmm.
Clever, that.
Clever strategy.
If they'd stayed in there, they'd have frozen to death.
So, the Doctor had to let the creatures in.
That was his theory.
Oh, I'm not dead.
You've probably guessed that by now.
What happen? Must be damage from when we fell out of orbit.
We have to go back.
I don't know what to do.
I can't save us.
- 474 can.
- What?! The Doctor worked it out.
The creatures can't see.
Sssh! Run! Engine room! What happened? What?! No, no! Don't say that! You got us through! You can survive this! Chopra go.
Get ship.
Chopra be safe.
Chopra pretty.
Yaaaargh! You said you felt like you were being watched, Clara.
- "Paranoia", you said.
- Not this time.
There is a feed.
Wireless.
These images are being stored by someone.
Collated.
Nagata, look at this footage! What's wrong with it? - What's wrong with it? - Don't know.
Look, there's one very obvious thing about it.
Do you see it yet? No? OK.
I'll tell you what's wrong.
There's footage here of everyone.
But what's missing in all of it? What can't you see anywhere? Not in the footage, not on this ship.
Look Really look.
There are no cameras here.
No CCTV.
No helmet cams.
So, how and why does this footage even exist? The dust has been watching us.
Each little organic speck .
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just a tiny spy! Drifting through the air.
The monsters have been with us all along.
That's why the Sandmen are blind.
Their visual receptors are being hijacked! But by whom, and why? And then, there's this.
That's you, Clara.
That's you, looking at me.
Me? You went into the pod.
The Morpheus process has begun.
Well There's nothing here from Chopra's point of view because he refuses to use Morpheus.
But everybody else is here.
Including you.
You don't have a camera, Clara.
But you will have by now, sleep in your eye.
OK, well, we'll fix this.
You will fix this.
Yes.
I'm sure it'll be fine.
I'm sure you'll be fine.
Sure? We will sort this, Clara.
We'll sort you.
We'll sort Nagata.
And everyone back on Triton.
And then we will destroy Morpheus forever.
OK then.
Let's get on with it.
The power's been almost entirely out since we arrived.
But we've still got emergency lighting.
But the engines are still on.
Well, there was that incident with the grav-shields, but Ah! What, what, what? The grav-shields didn't fail.
They were deliberately powered down.
By the Sandmen? Well, that's not their style, is it? It's like It's like something's been kept here.
Near the engines.
Where it's hot.
Like something's being kept alive.
'Warning! Dangerous materials in transit.
'Human contact not advised.
'Warning! Dangerous materials in transit.
'Human contact not advised.
' Well, you said someone's watching.
Collating images.
- Yeah.
- Well, if it's not the Sandmen, then who is it? I have an idea who.
A very nasty idea.
In the absence of any further communication with Chief Nagata and the others, I must regrettably assume them to be deceased.
Under the circumstances, I'm now returning to the ship and will begin preparations to destroy Le Verrier station.
Who's there? Chief?! "Rescue ship"? - Why are we going to the rescue ship? - Because that's where he'll be.
'Gagan Rassmussen.
I'm Gagan Rassmussen.
'This is Le Verrier lab in orbit around Neptune.
'I've put things together into some kind of order' You had that prepared well in advance, didn't you? Your statement.
Your alibi.
There would inevitably be questions when you got to Triton.
So, you needed to get your story straight.
'This is what happened.
' You can't fight them, Doctor.
There's no point.
They're the future.
A new life form! A BETTER life form.
That's very clear to me now.
They've made me understand.
And we're to be their food and that's only correct.
I just needed to find a way to get them off this station, and back to Triton.
And then, they'll spread.
- Spread everywhere.
- And that's what you want?! You're helping them wipe out Humanity? Things have been made very clear to me! We saw you die! The Sandmen swallowed you I think the Professor has been playing a long game.
Am I right? They speak to me in my mind.
Trust me, I think But they're like children.
Babies.
So new.
Evolving.
Hungry.
Always so hungry.
I made them understand.
We had to find a way out.
And then there'd be new food sources.
Unlimited.
So, they spared me.
And we waited.
You and your cargo? I got it in here while you were all distracted.
What's in there? Dust? It's like smuggling a jam jar full of germs through customs.
No.
No.
More than that.
What do you mean? I've been working on Morpheus for a very long time, Doctor.
I had to start somewhere.
Morpheus's first client.
Patient Zero.
The ultimate Wide-Awake.
Inside there is a man who hasn't slept in five years.
Or what's left of him.
He's the well-spring.
Once we get to Triton, he will spread his spores.
But you said it was an encoded signal.
Something electronic in the Morpheus process that changed the chemical reaction in the brain.
That's how it started, yes.
But it's changing all the time.
Evolving new ways to infect.
To flourish.
Whole moons, whole planets, whole civilisations.
They'll spread everywhere.
You know I can't allow that.
You can't stop them.
None of us can.
I wouldn't bet on that, pet.
Doctor! Doctor! What he wants is to get that thing off this ship.
- We have to stop him.
- Any ideas? The doors are not a problem.
[But that is!.]
We need a distraction.
When I say "run", run.
Hey! Sandy! - # Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom # - Run! # Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom # Mr Sandman, bring me your dreams # Rassmussen! Turn off the engines.
Shut this ship down! I can't do that, I'm afraid, Doctor.
We can't fight the inevitable.
Humanity's day is done.
Yeah? Well, Humanity might have something to say about that, pet.
- Aargh! - No! - Is that your answer for everything?! - Did you have a better one? He's not the only one dead.
According to this data, we're the only ones left alive on this station.
Doctor Come on, man! We've got to go! - This doesn't make any sense.
- What? A man who hasn't slept for five years Well, you heard what he said.
That's the first Morpheus patient! But the dust consumes the host.
And then they make Sandmen, they conglomerate.
We escaped from that cold storage room because they were blind.
And why power down the grav-shields when he did? It's like this is all for effect Look, can we maybe have this conversation when we get off this thing? .
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like a story.
Come on! - How do we get off this crate? - Alternative transport.
We have to get to Triton.
Destroy all the Morpheus machines.
- End this.
- This is how we get home? I've never been so pleased to see Nagata! Doctor, quickly! - What did you just do? - Self-destructed the grav-shields.
- What?! - Urgh! It's working! Neptune's gravity is pulling them apart, bit by bit! Doesn't make sense.
None of this makes any sense.
Hello again! Thing is, you see, this message, this testament, it wasn't just my alibi.
It was my plan.
There are no spores.
No infection.
The Morpheus process remains the same.
An electronic signal that affects the sleep centres of the brain.
Changes them.
An electronic signal that's contained in this recording.
There it is.
Tickles, doesn't it? I've just got time to fit this bit in and then I can finish the story.
Then I'm going to transmit this footage to the whole Solar System.
I do hope you've enjoyed the show.
I did try to make it exciting.
All those scary bits.
All those death-defying scrapes, monsters, and a proper climax with a really big one at the end! Compulsive viewing.
I did tell you not to watch.
There's nothing left of Rassmussen any more.
Only us.
Only us.
You will show this film to your family, won't you? And your friends.
And everyone, really.
Then we can all be together, dust to dust.
Excuse me, you've got something there .
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just in the corner of your eye.
Rigsy! Hey, what's wrong? So, I have this, er It kinda looks like a tattoo.
- There's no nice way to say you're about to die.
- What?! I don't know who did this to you, but I do almost certainly know how to find them.
So, this is your life, then, bouncing around time saving people? There have always been rumours, mutterings about hidden streets.
Secret pockets of alien life, right here on Earth.
Peace on this street depends on one thing.
To break it is to face the Raven.