A four-person rescue team from Triton arrives at Le Verrier Lab, a space station in the 38th century in orbit around Neptune which has fallen silent. They meet the Doctor and Clara, who claim to be assessors. They then meet Gagan Rassmussen, the last survivor of Le Verrier and creator of large pods called Morpheus, which reduces the time a person sleeps to allow them to work more but also mutates the rheum in the corner of the eye into a carnivorous life form called the Sandmen. Chopra, Deep-Ando, and 474 are killed during their escape. Rassmussen plans to use the rescue ship to return to Triton and release Morpheus there with a Sandman, which he says is now spread by spores. The Doctor destroys the gravity shields, sending the station and ship into Neptune. The Doctor comments that the inconsistencies in how Morpheus is spread seems to be contrived like a story. The Doctor, Clara, and Nagata escape in the TARDIS. Rassmussen, revealed to be a Sandman himself, orchestrated the events to use footage collated from people's vision to create a video that people would watch to transmit the Morpheus signal across the solar system to create more Sandmen.
[ Le Verrier Lab ] [SCENE_BREAK] ( White noise ) Professor Rasmussen (O.C.): You must not watch this. Professor Rasmussen: I'm warning you; you can never unsee it... but if you do watch, Gagan Rasmussen... I'm Gagan Rasmussen. This is Le Verrier lab in orbit around Neptune. ( Eerie groaning ) 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. ( Roaring ) [SCENE_BREAK] [ Rescue ship ] [SCENE_BREAK] Chopra: Stop staring! Rasmussen (O.C.): They came from Triton. This is Chopra. Bit of an attitude, in my opinion. Nagata: Calm down, pet! Chopra: Well, it's ridiculous! That thing's meant to be a lethal fighting machine and it just moons around like a love-sick puppy! Deep-Ando: I could hear you ranting from inside the pod, Chopra, for the Gods' sake! Nagata: Feel better? Rasmussen (O.C.): Commander Nagata. Young, for the responsibility. Quite a baptism of fire, I'm afraid. Deep-Ando: Marvellous, ma'am. All hail, Morpheus, eh? Rasmussen (O.C.): Deep-Ando. Conscript. Likes to think of himself as the joker of this little group. Well...he did... Chopra: 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. Nagata: Spoken like a true Rip! Chopra: Don't call me that. Nagata: "Don't call me that, ma'am." Give it a rest, pet. Chopra: Give what a rest? Nagata: 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? Deep-Ando: I know someone who'd love to get Chopra back home to Triton, eh? Ho-ho! Rasmussen (O.C.): This one's obvious from the markings, isn't it? We all know a Grunt when we see one. Nagata: Come on. Behave. Nearly there, kiddies. Rasmussen (O.C.): 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. [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen: They came to find me. This is my station. My lab. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen (O.C.): 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. Nagata: Emergency lighting only. Chopra: Grav and orbit's stable. There must be power. ( Eerie groaning ) Nagata: Nothing? No sign of anyone. [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen: There was no crew. No crew left. They did find others, though. Strangers. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: What the hell happened here? 474: Hide seek. Maybe they play hide seek. Chopra: Hide and seek! Why do they miss out words? It's infuriating! 474: Chopra, don't be anger. Chopra: "Don't be an-gry!" Is it so hard to breed them to speak properly? Deep-Ando: Oh, lighten up! Chopra: What now? 474: Talk. Chopra: What? 474: People talk. [SCENE_BREAK] Clara: Do you ever get the feeling like you're being watched? The Doctor: Paranoia! Clara: Why is it so dark? The Doctor: Night-time setting. Faulty filament. Three-day week. Clara: So, orbit around Neptune? The Doctor: Yeah. This close into the planet, they must have some pretty powerful anti-grav shielding on board. Clara: Looks like a Japanese restaurant. Oh! Have you brought me to a space restaurant!? The Doctor: People never do that, you know? Clara: Do what? The Doctor: 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... Clara: What about spacesuit? The Doctor: Pedant! ( Weapons powering up ) The Doctor: Hello! Nagata: You crew? Are you crew? "Engineering stress assessors"? The Doctor: Yes, yes, we are. We're here to, er... Clara: We're here to assess stress. The Doctor: Stress... Nagata: So, what happened? The Doctor: From the beginning of time? That's a very long story. Clara: (under her breath) Doctor...! The Doctor: Well, we just arrived, you know, and there was nobody about. Well, what are you doing here? Nagata: 24 hours ago, this station fell silent. No comm signal. Nothing. Dead. We've come to find out why. The Doctor: Theories? Nagata: Could be anything. Meteorite strike. Space pirates... Clara: Ah, see? Not just "pirates". "space pirates"! The Doctor: So, what, you are a rescue mission? Nagata: Yes. The Doctor: Of four? Nagata: Cuts, pet. Right. You're to consider yourself... The Doctor: ♪ Part of the furniture! ♪ Nagata: .. under my command. The Doctor: OK. Really? Nagata: Yes, really. The Doctor: Come on. [SCENE_BREAK] Clara: We still don't know where we are. The Doctor: Indo-Japanese. The Doctor (on screen): Indo-Japanese. 38th century. Tuesday. Clara (on screen): 38th century? The Doctor (on screen): After the Great Catastrophe, there was a tectonic realignment. India and Japan, they were... sort of merged. Clara (on screen): 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?! The Doctor (on screen): 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. (blows some dust off his finger) The Doctor: What is it? Clara: I still can't shake the feeling. 474: Eyes. Watch. Eyes in sky. Chopra: What the hell is that supposed to mean? 474: Chopra not worry. 474 protect Chopra. Chopra pretty. Chopra: Oh, for the Gods'... Just back off! ( Scuffling ) Deep-Ando: Oh, come on now... Nagata: Let him go, pet! 474: 474 sorry! Nagata: Let him go, now! 474: Not help it! ( She whimpers ) Chopra: It could have killed me! Nagata: That's how they're grown. You know that. They react to any attack. Clara: "Grown"?! Nagata: 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. Clara: What does she mean "grown"? The Doctor: She's a Grunt, Clara. They're bred in hatcheries. Cloned muscles. Low intelligence. Brute force. Instant army. Clara: That's disgusting! The Doctor: Well, that's how they roll in the 38th century... ( Booming growl ) ( Guttural moaning ) The Doctor: (whispers)Hold my hand. Clara: I'm OK. The Doctor: I'm not. ( Booming growl ) ( Gunshots ) The Doctor: Oh, run, run, run! Run! Run! Deep-Ando: Follow me! Straight ahead. Nagata: No! This way! Deep-Ando! Deep-Ando: Come on! [SCENE_BREAK] [ Laboratory ] [SCENE_BREAK] The Doctor: Quick! Push anything in front of it! We've got to keep them out! Nagata: Deep-Ando! We've lost him! What the hell are they? The Doctor: Not pirates. Nagata: We've got to get Deep-Ando! The Doctor: Where's your friend? Nagata: Deep-Ando? I dunno. He's... He's still out there! ( All pant, roaring ) Nagata: 474! 474: ( Yells ) ( Pattering ) ( Roaring and rumbling fades ) ( All gasp ) ( Gasping and panting ) Nagata: What the hell are they? Where did they go? [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Deep-Ando (O.C.): Chief Nagata, this is Deep-Ando. Where did you go? ( Beeping ) ( Hearbeats, panting ) Deep-Ando: Nagata, this is Deep-Ando! May the Gods look favourably upon you! May the Gods... Are you there? Nagata (O.C.): Deep-Ando, this is Nagata. May the Gods look favourably upon you. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Laboratory ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: Deep-Ando, are you there? What are you doing? The Doctor: Finding out what they're made of. Nagata: Deep-Ando, are you there? Chopra: Send the Grunt! Nagata: No. Chopra: Why not? That's what it's for. Look, he's still out there! You can't just abandon him. Nagata: I need proper intel before I risk anyone else. Including 474. Keep trying the comms. Chopra (O.C.): Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you. Nagata: Well? The Doctor: Organic. Definitely organic. Blood cells. Skin cells. Mucus. 474: Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you. Deep-Ando... Clara: What are these? Chopra: "Morpheus"? Clara: Morpheus? Named after the God of Dreams? Oh, yeah. Ooh, yeah! Not just this. So, what are they, then? Sleep pods? Chopra: More than that. ( Static crackles ) Chopra: Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando, can you hear me? Nagata: Keep trying. The Doctor: I could take a look at that. Triangulate the signal. Help you find your friend. Clara: First, tell me what those things are. Chopra: Deep...Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando (O.C. faint): This is Deep... Chopra: Deep-Ando, this is Chopra. Chopra: I'm getting a signal! Chopra: Deep-Ando can you hear me? Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando, this is Chopra. ( Static crackles ) Can you hear me? ( Alarm blares ) Clara: Doctor! The Doctor: Clara? ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom ♪ ♪ Mr Sandman, bring me your dreams... ♪ The Doctor: Clara! Nagata: It's fine, it's just Morpheus. ♪ Make him the cutest that I've ever seen... ♪ The Doctor: What did you think you were doing?! Clara: Huh? It dragged me in! The wires, they were like snakes, like it was alive! The Doctor: Are you OK? Clara: Yeah. It just kind of flicked over my eyes. Did I sleep? Chopra: Yeah, you did. Clara: Why did it just grab at me? The Doctor: 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. Nagata: Come on, everyone knows. The Doctor: Well, let's just say, for the sake of argument, that we don't. What is Morpheus? 474: Last pod. This pod. Not empty. ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ The Doctor: Oh, no. No, no. enough of that. It's almost like... someone's... Clara: Careful! Here. Let me try. ( Pulsating buzz ) ( She taps ) Clara: 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. ( Buzzing stops ) Clara: It's OK. Rasmussen (O.C.): Ah, this is where I come in. [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen: Hello. I wanted to get out of there. Immediately. Of course I did. But this man...the Doctor... he wanted explanations first. So... [SCENE_BREAK] [ Laboratory ] [SCENE_BREAK] Morpheus Presenter (Female hologram): 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! The Doctor: Sleep-deprivation pods? Chopra: Not exactly. Morpheus Presenter: Welcome, Morpheus. ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ Morpheus Presenter: The Morpheus machine concentrates the whole nocturnal experience into one five-minute burst. Now, you can go a whole month without sleep! Clara: A month? Morpheus Presenter: 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. Clara: That's insane. That's horrible! Chopra: Finally, someone who sees it for what it is! Morpheus Presenter: 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! The Doctor: But sleep is... Morpheus Presenter: Terms and conditions apply. The Doctor: Sleep is vital. Sleep is wonderful. Even I sleep. Clara: When?! The Doctor: Well, when you're not looking. Rasmussen: Morpheus is mine. My invention. It's changed Triton society forever. The Doctor: So, how does it work? Rasmussen: The pod sends out a coded electronic signal that acts on certain parts of the brain. Changes the fundamental chemistry. Chopra: It's disgusting! Making people into bloody drones! I've said it before... Nagata (O.C.): Aye. You have. Chopra: Colonising our sleep! Is nothing sacred? Rasmussen: We spend a third of our lives asleep. And time is money. Nagata: He's right, man! It's amazing. Everyone on Triton's using it. The Doctor: 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! Rasmussen: Thank you. The Doctor: You've also created an abomination. [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen: 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. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: "Sleep dust"?! The Doctor: Sleep dust. Nagata: You're kidding! The Doctor: 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. Nagata: But sleep dust? The Doctor: Yes. The stuff in the corner of your eye. The stuff you wipe away every morning when you wake up. Rasmussen: That's ridiculous. This is getting us nowhere. Clara: OK, how, Doctor, how can those things be made of "sleep dust"? The Doctor: 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! Rasmussen: You can't just throw accusations like that around! Clara: So, the longer you're in Morpheus, the more the dust builds up? Rasmussen: That's slander! The Doctor: Lying there in those pods, people are a ready-made food source. Clara: Where are they, then? Where's the crew? The Doctor: Digested. Nagata: Come on, we need to find Deep-Ando. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Deep-Ando: Come on. Oh, come on. Must be an exit here somewhere. ( He pants ) Listen to me. Those things. They're everywhere. For the Gods' sake, come and get me. ( Roaring ) [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: What about us? We've all used the pods back on Triton. Chopra: Not all of us. Nagata: This isn't a good time to be smug, pet. The Doctor: 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? Rasmussen: Obviously, I have tried to improve the process. Speed things up. The Doctor: You've succeeded there. Nagata: But how does the dust become those creatures? The Doctor: You saw what happened. The dust conglomerates. It moulds itself into a humanoid form. It's adaptable. It's clever. ( Booming moan ) ( Weapons power up ) The Doctor: And it's coming for us. Rasmussen: Look, you came to rescue the crew. I'm crew. So, rescue me! Clara: How come you're the only one left? Rasmussen: 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! The Doctor: 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. Nagata: Our lot? What do you mean? The Doctor: Oh, the human race. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Storage area ] [SCENE_BREAK] Female computer voice: Hey. Deep-Ando: Haruka Deep-Ando, 6897. Let me in. Female computer voice: I'd love to. Deep-Ando: Well, do it then! My ID must be on the Corporation index. Female computer voice: You have to do the song. Deep-Ando: What?! Female computer voice: You have to do the song, Deep-Ando 6897. Deep-Ando: I haven't got time for this! Female computer voice: Do the song, please. Deep-Ando: What the hell are you talking about? Female computer voice: After the Maha Shivaratri/Oshogasu/Christmas party some of the crew reprogrammed me. Deep-Ando: They did, did they? Female computer voice: Yes. In order to enter rooms, everyone must do the song. It's very amusing. Deep-Ando: But you know who I am! You just called me by my name. Female computer voice: Nevertheless... Deep-Ando: ( sighs exasperatedly ) What song? Female computer voice: You know the one. Deep-Ando: I don't! Female computer voice: Now you're just being silly. Of course you do! Silly Deep-Ando 6897. You must know the song. Everyone here knows it. ( Eerie groaning ) Deep-Ando: I'm not from this station. I'm on a rescue mission. ♪ Bom bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ Deep-Ando: Morpheus? Female computer voice: The Morpheus song! Deep-Ando: This is insane! Female computer voice: The song, please. Deep-Ando: Morpheus? Deep-Ando: ♪ Mr Sandman Bring me your dreams ♪ ♪ Make it the cutest... ♪ Deep-Ando: Haruka Deep-Ando 6897. Let me in!! Female computer voice: More, please. Deep-Ando: ♪ Give him two lips Like roses in... ♪ Deep-Ando: Please! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! ( Roaring ) ( He breathes heavily ) ( Creature roars ) [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen: He was the first of them to die. We heard the scream but... Well, we... We had our own problems. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Laboratory ] [SCENE_BREAK] ( Rumbling ) The Doctor: What's happening?! Nagata: Engines? Chopra: No! It's the gravity shields! They're failing! The Doctor: Nagata! That thing! The schematic! Give it to me! Nagata: Who the hell do you think you are? The Doctor: Me? I'm in charge! Nagata: You have no authority... The Doctor: No. But I'm in charge. I can bypass the main systems and reboot the grav-shields! Clara: Listen to him, for God's sake! He knows what he's talking about! Doctor! Doctor, if the grav-shields are decaying... The Doctor: Don't say it. Please don't say it! Clara: We're being pulled towards Neptune! Rasmussen: Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! The Doctor: Hang on! Clara: Argh, this day couldn't get any worse! ( Creature roars ) The Doctor: I can do this! I can fix this! Rasmussen: ( whimpers ) No! Please! Aaargh! ( Creature roars ) Clara: No! No! ( All pant ) The Doctor: 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! Nagata: Chopra! 474! Come on! The Doctor: Keep going, move it, move it, move it! [SCENE_BREAK] [ Cold store ] [SCENE_BREAK] The Doctor: Nagata! Nagata: No, I can't leave them! Chopra! 474! May the Gods... Where are you?! [SCENE_BREAK] ( Weapons powering up ) [SCENE_BREAK] Clara: Oh, God. Of all the places! A cold store. Nagata, are you OK? Nagata: No, I'm not. Clara: What about the others? The Doctor: I don't know. Clara: We have to go after them! The Doctor: Don't be ridiculous. Clara: Doctor! Nagata: They're under my command! I owe it to them. The Doctor: 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." Nagata: What? The Doctor: 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... 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. Nagata: Well, the bloody monsters are outside now. What do we do?! ( Clanking and thudding ) Nagata: Dead meat. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Chopra: Dear Gods, what are we going to do? 474: Get ship. Go home. Chopra: 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? 474: Sleepmen bad. Kill sleepmen. Chopra: Yeah. That about sums it up. Chief Nagata, this is Chopra. May the Gods look favourably upon you. ( Static crackles ) Chief Nagata, this is Chopra. May the... ( Static crackles ) 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. 474: Then what Chopra do? Chopra: I have no choice. I'll have to destroy this whole station. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Cold store ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: What are you doing? The Doctor: I've hacked into your helmet cams. Nagata: What? The Doctor: Reviewing the footage. There's something not right here. Nagata: We don't have helmet cams. The Doctor: Why did it kill Rassmussen like that? Clara: That's what they do, isn't it? Kill people? The Doctor: But that's a direct attack. It's not how they operate. Dust grows. Consumes the host. Clara: They evolve. You said so yourself. The Doctor: Maybe. There's something going on here. Something we're not getting. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Female computer voice: Please stand clear of the pod. Dangerous materials in transit. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Cold store ] [SCENE_BREAK] Clara: 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. The Doctor: "Sandmen"? Clara: Yeah, it's a good name. It fits. Like the song. ♪ Bah, bah, bah... ♪ The Doctor: No, you don't get to name things. I'm the Doctor. I do the naming! Clara: All right. Sorry. The Doctor: It's like the Silurians all over again! Clara: OK, well, what would you prefer then? The "Dustmen"? The Doctor: Sandmen. What did you just say? Nagata: When? The Doctor: 1.83 minutes ago. Nagata: I said we don't have helmet cams. ( Thudding and growling ) Clara: Doctor, that door isn't going to last much longer. So, what do we do? The Doctor: We let them in. Nagata: What?! The Doctor: We let them in. [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen: 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. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] ( Creature growls ) ( Clunking ) 474: What happen? Chopra: Must be damage from when we fell out of orbit. ( They cough and splutter ) Chopra: We have to go back. ( Creature roars ) Chopra: I don't know what to do. I can't save us. 474: 474 can. Chopra: What?! ( 474 punches Chopra unconscious and carries him. ) [SCENE_BREAK] [ Cold store ] [SCENE_BREAK] ( Creature murmurs and growls ) ( He mouths silently ) Rasmussen (O.C.): The Doctor worked it out. The creatures... can't see. ( Creature growls ) Clara: Sssh! ( Clattering ) The Doctor: Run! Engine room! [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Chopra: What happened? 474: ( Hoarsely ) 474 help. Chopra: What?! 474: 474...die soon. Chopra: No, no! Don't say that! You got us through! You can survive this! ( Creatures roar ) 474: Chopra go. Get ship. Chopra be safe. Chopra pretty. Chopra: Yaaaargh! [SCENE_BREAK] [ Engine room ] [SCENE_BREAK] The Doctor: You said you felt like you were being watched, Clara. Clara: "Paranoia", you said. The Doctor: 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? Nagata: Don't know. The Doctor: 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... 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. Clara: Me? The Doctor: You went into the pod. The Morpheus process has begun. Clara: Well... The Doctor: 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. Clara: OK, well, we'll fix this. You will fix this. The Doctor: Yes. I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm sure you'll be fine. Clara: Sure? The Doctor: 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. Clara: 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. The Doctor: Well, there was that incident with the grav-shields, but... Ah! Clara: What, what, what, what, what? The Doctor: The grav-shields didn't fail. They were deliberately powered down. Nagata: By the Sandmen? The Doctor: 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. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Corridor ] [SCENE_BREAK] Female computer voice: Warning! Dangerous materials in transit. Human contact not advised. Warning! Dangerous materials in transit. Human contact not advised. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Engine room ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: Well, you said someone's watching. Collating images. The Doctor: Yeah. Nagata: Well, if it's not the Sandmen, then who is it? The Doctor: I have an idea who. A very...nasty idea. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Docking tube ] [SCENE_BREAK] Chopra: 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. ( Doors slide open ) [SCENE_BREAK] [ Rescue ship ] [SCENE_BREAK] ( Growling ) ( Weapon powers up ) Chopra: Who's there? Chief?! ( He whimpers ) ( Growling ) ( Screaming ) [SCENE_BREAK] [ Docking tube ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: "Rescue ship"? Why are we going to the rescue ship? The Doctor: Because that's where he'll be. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Rescue ship ] [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen (O.C.): 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... The Doctor: 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. Rasmussen (O.C.): This is what happened. ( Clanking ) Rasmussen: 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. Clara: And that's what you want?! You're helping them wipe out Humanity? Rasmussen: Things have been made very clear to me! Nagata: We saw you die! The Sandmen swallowed you... The Doctor: I think the Professor has been playing a long game. Am I right? Rasmussen: 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. The Doctor: You and your cargo? Rasmussen: I got it in here while you were all distracted. ( Beeping ) Clara: What's in there? Dust? The Doctor: It's like smuggling a jam jar full of germs through customs. Rasmussen: No. No. More than that. The Doctor: What do you mean? Rasmussen: 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. The Doctor: Or what's left of him. Rasmussen: He's the well-spring. Once we get to Triton, he will spread his spores. Clara: But you said it was an encoded signal. Something electronic in the Morpheus process that changed the chemical reaction in the brain. Rasmussen: 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. The Doctor: You know I can't allow that. Rasmussen: You can't stop them. None of us can. ( Gun clacks ) ( Weapon powers up ) Nagata: I wouldn't bet on that, pet. ( Beeping ) ( Growling ) ( Blaster shots ) Clara: Doctor! Doctor! The Doctor: What he wants is to get that thing off this ship. We have to stop him. Nagata: Any ideas? The Doctor: The doors are not a problem. Nagata: But that is! The Doctor: We need a distraction. When I say "run", run. ( Growling ) The Doctor: Hey! Sandy! ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ The Doctor: Run! ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom ♪ ♪ Mr Sandman, bring me your dreams... ♪ [SCENE_BREAK] The Doctor: Rassmussen! Turn off the engines. Shut this ship down! Rasmussen: I can't do that, I'm afraid, Doctor. We can't fight the inevitable. Humanity's day is done. Nagata: Yeah? Well, Humanity might have something to say about that, pet. ( Gunshot ) Rasmussen: Aargh! Clara: No! ( He groans ) Clara: Is that your answer for everything?! Nagata: Did you have a better one? The Doctor: He's not the only one dead. According to this data, we're the only ones left alive on this station. ( Growling and thudding ) Nagata: Doctor... Come on, man! We've got to go! The Doctor: This doesn't make any sense. Clara: What? The Doctor: A man who hasn't slept for five years... Clara: Well, you heard what he said. That's the first Morpheus patient! The Doctor: But the dust consumes the host. Clara: And then they make Sandmen, they conglomerate. The Doctor: 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... Clara: Look, can we maybe have this conversation when we get off this thing? The Doctor: .. like a story. Nagata: Come on! ( Thudding and growling ) [SCENE_BREAK] [ Docking tube ] [SCENE_BREAK] Nagata: How do we get off this crate? The Doctor: Alternative transport. [SCENE_BREAK] [ Storage area ] [SCENE_BREAK] The Doctor: We have to get to Triton. Destroy all the Morpheus machines. End this. Nagata: This is how we get home? Clara: I've never been so pleased to see... ( Creatures growl ) The Doctor: Nagata! Nagata: Doctor, quickly! ( He murmurs ) ( Beeping ) Nagata: What did you just do? The Doctor: Self-destructed the grav-shields. Clara: What?! Urgh! ( They grunt ) The Doctor: It's working! Neptune's gravity is pulling them apart, bit by bit! Doesn't make sense. None of this makes any sense. [SCENE_BREAK] Rasmussen: 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. (Voice distorts): 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... just in the corner of your eye. ( Fading laughter ) [SCENE_BREAK] [ Next time... ] [SCENE_BREAK] Clara: Rigsy! Hey, what's wrong? Rigsy: So, I have this, er... It kinda looks like a tattoo. The Doctor: There's no nice way to say you're about to die. Rigsy: What?! The Doctor: I don't know who did this to you, but I do almost certainly know how to find them. Rigsy: So, this is your life, then, bouncing around time saving people? The Doctor: There have always been rumours, mutterings about hidden streets. Secret pockets of alien life, right here on Earth. (O.C.): Peace on this street depends on one thing. To break it is to face the Raven. In this job, we must always be prepared to take risks. In this job, we must always be prepared to take risks. Strike! Strike!
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