Do you wear robes and big hats? DOCTOR: No.
DOCTOR: Oh, well, that's why I gave it up. BILL: Time Lord? What's that, your job? DOCTOR: No. DOCTOR: Removals? Bill, I'm a Time Lord He selects a stuffed bear from her belongings. BILL: Thanks for helping, yeah? TARDIS BILL: You should hire this out, like a removal service. DOCTOR: That's all you've got? I thought you'd have loads. The TARDIS materialises around the boxes. BILL’S HOME She has packed her belongings into two towers of boxes in the middle of the room. PAVEL: Stop! He screams, and the door slams shut on us. PAVEL OC: What? No, no! No, no! Stop! The record skips a little. He goes back into his room, out of our sight. He looks down the passageway, but the lightning shows there is no one there, just the bookcases at the end. Then he secures the internal window shutters, and hears a floorboard creaking outside. Sonata No.1 in G Minor by Itzhak Perlman. PAVEL’S ROOM Pavel splices a power cable into the lightbulb one, then goes to his record turntable, blows any fluff off the stylus and places it carefully in the groove. The plaster is missing from part of the wall near his room, showing the underlying lathes. A floorboard creaks under his foot, so he stops and makes it creak again.
Later that night, as thunder and lightning crashes around the sky, Pavel walks in with his belongings. The Landlord smiles at her encouragingly. The contract is laid out on a small table with a tiny stuffed crocodile on it. So, you'll sign the contract? ALL EXCEPT BILL: Yes! FELICITY: Of course. The rooms are huge! Can I move in tonight? My halls are kicking me out. HALLWAY SHIREEN: Bill, look at it! BILL: Yeah, but why's it so cheap? The boys are coming back down the stairs. LANDLORD: I'm afraid the tower is unsafe. The gravel driveway leads to a magnificent Victorian pile with a tower at the back. FELICITY: Oh, wow! PAUL: Oh, mate, check out the tower.
LANDLORD: Forgive me, but are you looking for somewhere to live? OUTSIDE THE HOUSE The old man pushes open a pair of magnificent wrought iron gates with some ivy growing over them. They are approached by a kindly grey-haired old man. SHIREEN: What do other people do? BILL: Other people have money. Moginie James at the end of Sneyd Street Cardiff in real life. It is next door to a cement factory, and there is a pile of fly-tipped rubbish within yards of the front door. SECOND HOUSE FOR SALE ESTATE AGENT: As you can see, this offers more space. Basically an alcove separated from the passageway to the back door by a bead curtain. ESTATE AGENT: And bedroom six is through there. HOUSE FOR SALE The first house is a tiny thing sandwiched between two normal sized terraces. FELICITY: I'd quite like underfloor heating. ESTATE AGENTS ESTATE AGENT: Six bedrooms? PAVEL: I've got audio equipment, so some extra space would be good. General laughter, Bill closes the door behind them. Everyone, this is Bill, your new housemate. Surnames supposed to be Sullivan, but it is never mentioned. Bill opens the door and hugs her visitor, who then introduces her companions. Music is playing, which the subtitles tell me is Weird People by Little Mix. BILL’S FRONT DOOR Knock knock on a lovely brass knocker.