(Jenny, Baines and Mr. Clarke break into Mr. Smith's room)
Baines: Mr. Smith? (no reply) No one home...
Jenny: The maid was definitely hiding something. A secret around this Mr. Smith.
Baines: We both scented him though, he was plain and simple human.
Jenny: Maybe he knows something though. Where is he?
(Jenny and Bains look through books on the bookshelf. Mr. Clarke holds up a poster about the dance)
Mr. Clarke: I think this might help.
Jenny: Well. That makes it easy son of mine. Because daughter of mine's already there.
Baines: We've been invited to the dance.
(Jenny enters room)
Martha: There you are! Come look what I've got. Mr. Paul didn't want his afternoon tea so cook said I could have it, and there's enough for two. (Jenny stands and stares) What're you standing there for? (Jenny takes a hard sniff) You alright?
Jenny: (monotone, bland throughout) I must have a cold coming on.
Martha: Problem is I keep thinking about them but I don't know what to do.
Jenny: Thinking about who?
Martha: Mr. Smith and Matron. 'Cause it's never gonna last, he's gonna leave in a few weeks.
Martha: It's like his contract comes to an end, and she's going to be heartbroken.
Jenny: Leave for where?
Martha: All sorts of places. Oh I wish I could tell you Jenny, but it's complicated.
Jenny: In what way?
Martha: I just, can't.
Jenny: It sounds so intersting, tell me, tell me now.
(Martha grows suspicious - Jenny is still monotone, bland)
Martha: Would you like some tea?
Jenny: Yes thanks.
Martha: I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot, and some mutton, or sardines and jam, how about that?
Jenny: I like the sound of that.
Martha: Right. Hold on a tick...
(Martha leaves building quietly and runs. Jenny realises too late, shoots out the window but misses)
Jenny: (crying) I don't understand. It's Mr. Clarke, isn't it? What have I done wrong?
Mr. Clarke: Nothing at all. In fact, you're just what we need, girl.
Baines: She works at the school. And whatever's happening seems to be centred around that establishment. The faintest of traces but they all lead back there.
Jenny: It's Bains isn't it? This isn't very funny Sir (weeping).
Baines: SHUT UP STOP TALKING CEASE AND DESIST THERE'S A GOOD GIRL!!! Mother of mine is dying to meet you. And here she is... (shows Jenny a glowing green sphere)
Jenny: (still weeping) Stop mocking me Sir!
Baines: NO! Mother of mine just needs a shape. We go through shapes so very fast. Yours is perfectly adequate, if a little grim. Mother of mine, embrace her!
(a green cloud exits the sphere and enters Jenny).
John Smith: Then almost every night, hmm, this is going to sound silly...
Joan: Tell me.
John Smith: I dream quite often that, that I have two hearts.
Joan: Well then I can be the judge of that. Let's find out.
(Joan takes a stethoscope and listens to both sides of Mr. Smith's chest)
Joan: I can confirm the diagnosis: just one heart.
Bains: We asked for SILENCE!!! Now then, we have a few questions for Mr. Smith.
Lucy Cartwright: No. Better than that. The teacher, he's the Doctor. I heard them talking.
Baines: You took human form!
John Smith: Of course I'm human, I was born human as were you Bains, and Jenny and Mr. Clarke. What is going on; this is madness!
Bains: Ooo, and a human brain too, simple, thick and dull.
Jenny: But he's no good like this.
Mr. Clarke: We need a Timelord.
Bains: Easily done. (raises gun at Mr. Smith) Change back.
John Smith: I don't know what you're talking about...
Bains: CHANGE BACK!!!
John Smith: I literally do not know...
(Jenny grabs Martha and points gun to her head)
Martha: GET OFF ME!!!
Jenny: She's your friend, isn't she? Doesn't this scare you enough to change back!?!
John Smith: I don't know what you mean!
Jenny: Wait a minute. The maid told me about Smith and the Matron. That woman there!
(Mr. Clarke grabs Joan and points a gun at her head)
Mr. Clarke: Let's have you!
Baines: Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human. Has it taught you wonderful things? Are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or Matron? Your friend or your lover? Your choice!
Doorman: Spare us a penny
Baines: I didn't spare you.
(Shoots and vapourises the doorman)
Joan: You best warn me in advance, can you actually dance?
John Smith: I'm not certain.
Bains: But I don't understand, who are you?
Male Voice: We are the family, far more important.
Female Voice: Who are you, little thing?
Bains: My name's Bains, Jeremy Bains. Please can I go.
Female Voice: I'm so sorry Bains, Jeremy Bains, but I don't think you can ever leave.
Jeremy Baines: Who are you, why can't I see you?
Male Voice: Why would you want to see us?
Bains: I... I want to know what you look like.
Female Voice: Oh, that's easily answered, because very soon we will look so familiar...
Martha: He's different from any other man you've ever met, right?
Martha: And sometimes he says these strange things, like people and places you've never heard of, yeah? But it's deeper than that. Sometimes when you look in his eyes, you know, you just know that there's something else in there. Something hidden, right behind the eyes, something hidden away, hidden in the dark.
Joan: I don't know what you mean.
Martha: Yes, you do. (pause) I don't mean to be rude, but the awful thing is it doesn't even matter what you think, but you're nice and you're lucky and I just wanted to say sorry for what I'm about to do.
Doorman: Staff entrance, I think, miss!
Martha: (walking straight past him) Yeah, well… think again, mate.
Martha: Doctor, we're hiding from aliens and they've got Jenny and they've… possessed her or copied her or something and you've got to tell me, where's the watch?
John Smith: Oh, I see. (to Joan) Cultural differences. (to Martha) It must be so confusing for you. Martha, this (indicated book) is what we call a story.
Martha: Oh, you complete… This (indicates John) is not you. This is 1913.
John Smith: Good. This is 1913.
Martha: I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I've got to snap you out of this.
(Martha slaps John hard across the face)
Martha: WAKE UP! You're coming back to the TARDIS with me!
John Smith: How dare… How dare you! I'm not going anywhere with an insane servant! Martha, you are dismissed! You will leave these premises immediately. Now get out!
(After seeing the Doctor and Joan together, Martha goes back to the TARDIS and listens to the recording again)
Martha: What about the stuff you didn't tell me? What about women? I know you didn't think of that. What the hell am I supposed to do then?
The Doctor: (on the recording) Thank you.
Martha: You had to, didn't you? You had to go and fall in love with a human... and it wasn't me.
(John has drawn Joan)
Joan: You've made me far too beautiful.
John Smith: That's how I see you.
Joan: Widows aren't supposed to be beautiful. I think the world would rather we stopped. Is that fair, that we stop?
John Smith: That's not fair at all.
Joan: I found myself as part of that school, watching boys learn how to kill.
John Smith: Don't you think discipline is good for them?
Joan: Does it have to be such military discipline? I mean, if there's another war those boys won't find it so amusing.
John Smith: Well, Great Britain is at peace, long may it reign.
Joan: In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year, 1914.
John Smith: It was just a dream.
Joan: All those images of mud and wire. You told of a shadow, a shadow falling across the entire world.
John Smith: Well, then we can be thankful it's not true. I'll admit, mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honour and valour.
John Smith: (to Latimer) Keeping your head low avoids the mockery of your classmates, but no man should hide himself, don't you think?
(The Doctor leaves Martha a recorded message in the TARDIS)
The Doctor: Is this working? Martha, before I change, here's a list of instructions for when I'm human. One: Don't let me hurt anyone. We can't have that, but you know what humans are like. Two: don't worry about the TARDIS. I'll put it on emergency powers so they can't detect it. Just let it hide away. Four… no, wait a minute, three: no getting involved in big historical events. Four: you. Don't let me abandon you. And five…
Martha: (fast-forwarding the Doctor's instructions) But there was a meteor, a shooting star. What am I supposed to do then?
The Doctor: And twenty-three: if anything goes wrong, if they find us, Martha, then you know what to do. Open the watch. Everything I am is kept safe in there. Now, I've put a perception filter on it so the human me won't think anything of it. To him, it's just a watch, but don't open it unless you have to. Cause once it's open, then the Family will be able to find me. It's all down to you, Martha. Your choice. Oh, and thank you.
(the recording finishes)
Martha: I wish you'd come back.
The Doctor: Never thought I'd use this. All the times I've wondered.
Martha: What does it do?
The Doctor: Chameleon arch. Rewrites my biology. Literally changes every single cell in my body. I've set it to human. Now, the TARDIS will take care of everything. Invent a life story for me, find me a setting and integrate me. Can't do the same for you, you'll just have to improvise. I should have just enough residual awareness to let you in.
Martha: But hold on, if you're going to rewrite every single cell… isn't it going to hurt?
The Doctor: Oh yeah, it hurts.
(Martha and Jenny are drinking outside the pub)
Martha: Ooo, it's freezing out here, why can't we have a drink inside the pub?
Jenny: Now, don't be ridiculous. You do get these notions. It's all very well, those suffragettes, but that's London, that's miles away.
Martha: But don't you just want to scream sometimes, having to bow and scrape and behave? Don't you just want to tell them?
Jenny: I dunno. Things must be different in your country.
Joan: Who is he?
Martha: I'm sorry?
Joan: It's like he's left the kettle on. Like… he knows he has something to get back to, but he can't remember what.
Martha: That's just him.
Joan: You arrived with him, didn't you? He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?
Martha: I used to work for the family. He just sort of… inherited me.
Joan: Well, I'd be careful. If you don't mind my saying, you sometimes seem a little familiar with him. Best remember your position.
(Joan is looking through John Smith's 'Journal Of Impossible Things' and comes across a sketch of Rose)
Joan: Quite an eye for the pretty girls.
John Smith: Oh, no, no. She's just an invention. This character. Rose, I call her. Rose. She seems to disappear later on. (Joan finds a picture of the TARDIS) Oh, that's the box. The blue box. It's always there. Like a … magic carpet. This funny little box that transports me to faraway places.
Joan: Like a doorway?
John Smith: Yes. I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were true.
Joan: If only...
Joan: Truth be told, when it's just you and me, I'd much rather you called me Nurse Redfern. Matron sounds rather… well, matronly.
John Smith: Ah. Nurse Redfern it is, then.
Joan: Though we've known each other all of two months, you could even say… Joan.
John Smith: Joan?
Joan: That's my name.
John Smith: Well, obviously.
Jenny: (about John Smith) Head in the clouds, that one. Don't know why you're so sweet on him.
Martha: He's just kind to me, that's all. Not everyone's that considerate what with me being…
Jenny: A Londoner?
John Smith: It all took place in the future, in the year of Our Lord 2007.
Martha: I can prove that wrong for you, sir. Here's the morning paper. It's Monday November 10th 1913, and you're completely human, sir. As human as they come.
John Smith: That's me. Completely human.
John Smith: Sometimes I have these extraordinary dreams.
Martha: What about, sir?
John Smith: I dream I'm this… adventurer. This daredevil. A madman. The Doctor, I'm called, and, last night, I dreamt that you were there. As my… companion.
Martha: Teacher and a housemaid, sir? That's impossible.
The Doctor: They're following us.
Martha: How can they do that? You've got a time machine.
The Doctor: Stolen technology. They've got a time agent's vortex manipulator. They can follow us wherever we go. Right across the universe. They're never going to stop. Unless… I'll have to do it. Martha, you trust me, don't you?
Martha: Of course I do.
The Doctor: Cause it all depends on you.
Martha: What does? What am I supposed to do?
The Doctor: Take this watch, cause my life depends on it.