by MERVYN HAISMAN
and HENRY LINCOLN
EPISODE TWO
first broadcast - February 10th 1968
1. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Craftsman WEAMS, Corporal LANE, and ANNE TRAVERS sit around waiting. Captain KNIGHT enters and they all stand.)
KNIGHT: It’s all right, they were on their own. OK Weams, no sense in wasting any more time. Off you go.
WEAMS: Right, sir.
(WEAMS flips two switches on the blast recorder, then pushes a button.)
2. PLATFORM, CHARING CROSS
(The DOCTOR crouches beside the pile of expl*sives, examining the thick covering of webbing thoughtfully. The web glows with a brilliant white light and the sound of an expl*si*n fills the platform. The DOCTOR is thrown from the platform with a scream. The noise dies down, leaving the crates pulsing with a white glow inside the web.)
3. COMMON ROOM
(JAMIE bangs on the barred window of the Common Room door.)
JAMIE: (Shouting.) Come on, let us out! Let us out!
VICTORIA: It’s no good, Jamie, they can’t hear!
(JAMIE lowers his hand with a sigh and VICTORIA shakes her head.)
VICTORIA: (Upset.) What have we done?
JAMIE: Not we, Victoria - me. I’m the one that’s to blame. I should have told them about the Doctor.
4. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Staff Sergeant ARNOLD has told Captain KNIGHT, Craftsman WEAMS, and ANNE that the DOCTOR was in the tunnels when the expl*si*n was set off.)
KNIGHT: A doctor! Well, if he was anywhere near those expl*sives when they went up . . . .
ARNOLD: Yes sir. Don’t you think I should go and have a look, sir? The youngsters said he was following the cable.
KNIGHT: Yes, you’d better.
ARNOLD: Sir!
(ARNOLD stomps lightly as a form of salute and strides to the door.)
KNIGHT: Oh, and Staff, take someone with you.
ARNOLD: Sir!
(He leaves the room. WEAMS is messing with the blast recorder with a screwdriver. He flips a switch and nothing happens. He lifts the screwdriver and studies the head.)
WEAMS: Sir?
KNIGHT: Yes, Weams?
WEAMS: This blast recorder ain’t working, sir.
KNIGHT: Rubbish. Miss Travers checked it!
WEAMS: Well it ain’t registered, sir.
ANNE: (Looking at the equipment.) He’s right!
KNIGHT: But it fired. (Points.) Look at the circuits! You can’t have an expl*si*n without a blast, can you?
WEAMS: No sir.
ANNE: Well, come to think of it, we didn’t hear anything either. We should have heard something, even at this distance.
KNIGHT: Yes . . . .
WEAMS: Sir, this er . . . this Doctor bloke that’s in the tunnel - he could have tampered with the charges, you know.
KNIGHT: Sabotage. Yes I think it’s time we had a chat with those two youngsters.
5. COMMON ROOM
(JAMIE and VICTORIA are sitting at the table. VICTORIA has her hands folded and JAMIE plays with a pen anxiously.)
VICTORIA: You mustn’t blame yourself, Jamie. After all, the Doctor did tell us to be careful. Now we still don’t know who these people are.
JAMIE: No, we don’t know anything, except the Doctor might have been blown to kingdom come.
(He puts the pen down heavily in frustration. They look at the door and quickly stand, asking about the DOCTOR as Captain KNIGHT enters followed by ANNE.)
JAMIE: Ah. The Doctor, is-?
VICTORIA: Oh, the Doctor, is he all-?
KNIGHT: Sit down, both of you.
(They sit quietly. HAROLD CHORLEY enters last and closes the door.)
VICTORIA: Is it bad news, then?
ANNE: Oh, no. Well at least, we hope not.
KNIGHT: We don’t know for the moment. I’ve sent a couple of men along the tunnel to investigate. But that’s not why I came in here. You three are up to something, and I mean to find out what.
JAMIE: (Indignant.) We’re up to something? Now just a moment. Suppose you tell us first just what’s going on down here.
CHORLEY: How did you get into the tunnel?
(He thrusts the microphone under JAMIE’s nose, who makes a face and pulls back. He takes the microphone back.)
CHORLEY: Or let me put it another way - where did you break in?
(He gives the microphone back to JAMIE.)
VICTORIA: We didn’t break in.
(He shoves the microphone at VICTORIA.)
CHORLEY: But you must have done. All the stations are sealed, aren’t they?
(VICTORIA pulls her head back with an annoyed sigh as CHORLEY pushes the microphone right up to her mouth.)
VICTORIA: (Annoyed.) We just arrived - we were brought here!
(Everyone looks as Craftsman WEAMS opens the door and enters in a hurry.)
WEAMS: Sir, Lane’s got Holborn on the line. Sounds like trouble.
KNIGHT: Yeti?
WEAMS: Could be, sir. Something’s up.
KNIGHT: OK, Weams.
(The two soldiers leave, with CHORLEY tagging behind them, speaking into his microphone.)
CHORLEY: That was one of the soldiers, reporting the Yeti have . . . .
(The two travellers are left with ANNE.)
JAMIE: (Concerned.) Yeti? Did he say Yeti?
6. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Corporal LANE sits hunched over the desk in the corner, speaking into the telephone. He is watched by another soldier over his shoulder, Private O’BRIEN.)
LANE: Hello, hello, Holborn? (Spins the rotor.) This is HQ to Holborn. Can you hear me . . . ? (To O’BRIEN.) Not a sausage.
O’BRIEN: There must be someone manning the phone.
(Captain KNIGHT, Craftsman WEAMS and CHORLEY enter.)
KNIGHT: OK, Lane, what gives?
LANE: Well, it’s just firing at the other end, sir.
KNIGHT: Firing?
LANE: Yes, sir. Listen.
(He hands the receiver to KNIGHT, who hears muffled sounds of a fierce g*n battle. CHORLEY raises his microphone to the receiver to record the g*nf*re while everyone listens silently with concern. Soldiers shout unintelligibly amidst the loud blasts. A soldier screams and a Yeti roars before the line goes dead with a moment of static.)
CHORLEY: Great stuff.
(The soldiers look at him with varying levels of contempt and confusion.)
LANE: (Into telephone.) Hello, HQ to Holborn?
(CHORLEY keeps the microphone on LANE. LANE gives KNIGHT a concerned glance.)
KNIGHT: What happened, Lane?
LANE: Well, it was difficult to hear, sir. I think the truck was late getting there. (Replaces the receiver.)
KNIGHT: Then what?
LANE: Well they must have got the a*mo unloaded, sir, ‘cos he says they was jumped when they was leaving.
(KNIGHT thinks a moment.)
KNIGHT: (To Lane.) Take O’Brien and a couple of the others.
LANE: Sir! (Inclines his head.) Come on, mate.
(LANE and Private O’BRIEN leave, followed by KNIGHT, but CHORLEY stops him.)
CHORLEY: Here, you’re not going out there?
KNIGHT: Yes, Mr Chorley. (Patronizing.) Want to come? Report some action first hand?
CHORLEY: (Sheepish.) Well, I don’t think I’d better get in the way. I, er . . . (Chuckles nervously.) think I’d better stay here, don’t you?
KNIGHT: Yes. (Making no attempt to mask his contempt.) Yes, I think you better had.
(He quickly walks out, leaving CHORLEY alone to doubt his own self-esteem.)
7. PLATFORM, CHARING CROSS
(Footsteps echo and a shadow darkens the wall until Corporal BLAKE and Staff Sergeant ARNOLD appear around the curve of the tunnel. Holding their r*fles ready, they approach the station platform, which they find deserted and undamaged.)
BLAKE: There hasn’t been an expl*si*n, Staff!
ARNOLD: I can see that, lad. Here!
(He gestures with his g*n to move forward. They climb onto the platform and search all entrances to make sure it’s safe.)
BLAKE: No sign of that Doctor bloke.
ARNOLD: No . . . .
(ARNOLD takes notice of the pile of splinters covered in the burnt, white web substance in the middle of the platform.)
ARNOLD: Here, what do you make of this?
(He crouches and picks up a small box off the crispy covering. BLAKE crouches and takes the box.)
BLAKE: It’s our detonator, all right. It’s fired, too. ‘Ere, hang on a minute. (Puts down the detonator.) All the a*mo, Staff. If it’s fired, then why didn’t-?
ARNOLD: Yeah, why didn’t this tunnel go up?
(They look around nervously.)
ARNOLD: No damage at all . . . . (Stands.) Yet something blew up here!
BLAKE: (Stands.) It’s obvious, innit? It’s been got at.
ARNOLD: Where’s that Doctor? That’s what I’d like to know.
(They look down the tunnel suspiciously, g*ns ready.)
8. LABORATORY
(On a bench covered in tools, wires, and odds and ends sits a silver control sphere and two tiny Yeti models. Professor TRAVERS lifts the top off the control sphere, revealing a network of wires and silver ball bearings oriented around a small central column. He carefully lifts the control sphere to his face. His spectacles are awry to make room for his jeweller’s eyepiece. ANNE bursts into the room.)
ANNE: Father?
(He doesn’t turn away from the sphere.)
TRAVERS: Hmm . . . ?
ANNE: The soldiers have found two youngsters in the tunnels. They seem to know a great deal about the Yeti.
TRAVERS: Oh?
(He is finally interested and puts the sphere down.)
ANNE: They know they’re robots!
TRAVERS: What!
ANNE: And they know about the control spheres, too.
(TRAVERS takes out his jeweller’s eyepiece.)
TRAVERS: But they can’t have. I mean, the-the-the public were never told!
ANNE: I know!
TRAVERS: Well, where are they?
(He marches past ANNE, who follows him through the door.)
9. COMMON ROOM
(JAMIE appears to have been pacing while VICTORIA sits at the table.)
JAMIE: (Gesturing for emphasis.) Don’t you see, it makes sense, Victoria! If the Yeti are in London, then the Intelligence is here too!
VICTORIA: Wh- you mean controlling them?
JAMIE: Aye, and not only them! (Strides toward her and leans over the table.) Look, it must have been the Intelligence that got hold of us in space, and it must have brought us here.
VICTORIA: Oh, but why?
JAMIE: (Turns away in frustration.) Oh, I wish I knew. Revenge perhaps.
(TRAVERS suddenly bursts in just in front of JAMIE and looks him over suspiciously.)
TRAVERS: Huh . . . hmm, well now . . . . (Steps toward VICTORIA.) You’ve got some explaining to do, haven’t you?
(ANNE enters behind him.)
JAMIE: We have!? Now look here!
(VICTORIA begins to realize who it is.)
TRAVERS: Now now, just what do you know about the Yeti?
(VICTORIA’s eyes light up and her smile slowly widens.)
JAMIE: Quite a lot, but before we go into all-
(VICTORIA inhales to speak, but no one is giving her any space.)
TRAVERS: And the spheres? Where’d you find out about them?
JAMIE: That’s none of your business! I’d just like to-!
TRAVERS: Who are you?
JAMIE: I’d like to ask you the same question!
VICTORIA: (Over JAMIE.) Wait a minute, Jamie! (Turns to TRAVERS with a smile and speaks with emphasis.) I’m Victoria Waterfield!
(TRAVERS grunts, puzzled. He suddenly pauses, searching deep in his memory, and looks at VICTORIA.)
VICTORIA: (Chuckles.) And that’s Jamie McCrimmon!
(TRAVERS slowly turns to JAMIE. JAMIE gives him a look, still trying to be aggressive and intimidating. He lets his guard down when TRAVERS looks back at VICTORIA, stunned to speechlessness.)
ANNE: (Concerned.) Father?
TRAVERS: But it . . . it can’t be . . . .
(TRAVERS collapses into a chair. JAMIE and ANNE come around him, watching him with concern. TRAVERS looks between JAMIE and VICTORIA in disbelief, breathing heavily.)
TRAVERS: Why that’s . . . that’s over . . . (Eyes widen.) forty years ago!
JAMIE: What’s going on here?
VICTORIA: (Smiling broadly.) Oh Jamie, don’t you recognise him? It’s Professor Travers!
(JAMIE and TRAVERS look at each other.)
JAMIE: (Spreads his hand.) So it is! Professor Travers!
(VICTORIA laughs.)
JAMIE: (To VICTORIA.) Hey, hasn’t he got old!
TRAVERS: Huh?
JAMIE: (Takes TRAVERS’ hand and shakes it vigorously.) Oh, but we’re very pleased to see you, Professor, very pleased!
(TRAVERS just stares at him, still dumbstruck.)
TRAVERS: Oh . . . well it’s . . . . (Breathing heavily.) The time machine . . . it was all true then?
(VICTORIA nods.)
JAMIE: The t*rd - I mean aye, of course it’s true! Hey! (Points.) Do you know what’s happened to the Doctor?
VICTORIA: Oh, is he safe?
TRAVERS: Isn’t he with you?
ANNE: No, he’s in the tunnels. Arnold’s gone to look for him. Father, what is going on?
TRAVERS: Oh dear, I do hope he’s all right. (Taps JAMIE’s arm.) Come on, Jamie, let’s go and find out if he’s got back yet.
(TRAVERS and JAMIE quickly leave and ANNE calls after them, frustrated and confused.)
ANNE: Father!
TRAVERS: Eh? (Pops back in.) Oh, er, Victoria, try and explain to Anne, will you? Eh . . . . It’s all right, Victoria, I mean . . . you- you were born . . . er, I mean . . . . (To Anne.) She was born years before I was!
(He leaves, still flustered. ANNE turns to VICTORIA, frustrated.)
ANNE: (Disbelieving.) A time machine?
(VICTORIA is not excited about trying to explain.)
VICTORIA: Oh dear.
10. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Staff Sergeant ARNOLD and Corporal BLAKE have returned from Charing Cross to find Craftsman WEAMS and CHORLEY in the Operations Room.)
ARNOLD: The Captain’s been gone about twenty minutes, you say?
WEAMS: Yes, Staff.
CHORLEY: Sounded quite a battle. I should think we’ve lost those chaps bringing back the a*mo.
ARNOLD: Well it’s to be hoped you’re wrong, Mr Chorley. All right, Blake, you can stand down now. You too, Weams.
WEAMS: Righto, Staff.
(As WEAMS and BLAKE leave, JAMIE rushes in with TRAVERS.)
JAMIE: Ah, Sergeant! The Doctor, is he all right?
ARNOLD: He weren’t k*lled in the expl*si*n, if that’s what you mean.
TRAVERS: Oh, thank heavens!
ARNOLD: For the simple reason that there weren’t no expl*si*n.
(JAMIE and TRAVERS stare at him in confusion.)
CHORLEY: What?
ARNOLD: Somebody had tampered with it - and it’s my guess it was this Doctor feller.
TRAVERS: What rot, Arnold, the Doctor’s a friend of mine. He’s the one man that can help us!
ARNOLD: Is he now? Well, he weren’t nowhere to be seen; he’d disappeared.
JAMIE: Do you think the Yeti got him?
ARNOLD: No.
JAMIE: What makes you so sure?
ARNOLD: I dunno - just a hunch.
(JAMIE makes for the door, but ARNOLD follows him.)
ARNOLD: Hey, wait a minute, where d’you think you’re going?
JAMIE: (Waves arm.) He may be lying injured!
ARNOLD: No, we’d have found him. Unless you know where he is?
JAMIE: I might . . . .
ARNOLD: Take me to him, could you?
JAMIE: Aye.
ARNOLD: Right, well come on, lad!
(They both leave.)
11. COMMON ROOM
(ANNE is incredulous at VICTORIA’s explanation of the t*rd.)
ANNE: It flies? Through time and space?
VICTORIA: Not exactly “flies” . . . oh, it’s difficult to explain.
ANNE: Not half as difficult as it is to believe!
VICTORIA: Your father believes it.
ANNE: Yes . . . yes, he seems to, and . . . and you met him - when was it you said? In 1935?
VICTORIA: In Tibet, yes!
ANNE: You couldn’t possibly have. You’re no older than . . . . But you seem to know about the Tibet business . . . . Why didn’t my father tell anyone about this Doctor friend of yours and his t*rd?
VICTORIA: You’re his daughter, and even you find it difficult to believe. So how would other people react?
(ANNE looks like she concedes to VICTORIA’s point but she doesn’t have time to respond before Harold CHORLEY walks through the door.)
CHORLEY: Sorry to barge in. Left my typewriter in here, and I want to knock up a quick piece about this mysterious Doctor chap.
(He picks up a suitcase off the bookcase and takes it to the table.)
CHORLEY: A bit of a turn-up for the book, wasn’t it? Any theories?
ANNE: On what?
CHORLEY: On what the Doctor and these two kids were doing in the tunnel.
ANNE: Mushrooming?
CHORLEY: (Chuckles.) No, seriously.
ANNE: Ask a silly question . . . .
CHORLEY: Well hasn’t she told you anything?
ANNE: Nothing that you would print, Mr Chorley.
CHORLEY: (Turns away in frustration.) Oh for goodness sake, why is everybody being so evasive? Why won’t anybody answer any questions?
ANNE: Perhaps they’re afraid you’ll interpret them in your own inimitable style.
(Her perpetual smile never fades, although this time it is not kindness but no-nonsense honesty, not afraid to hurt someone’s feelings.)
CHORLEY: And what does that mean, pray?
ANNE: It means you have a reputation for distorting the truth. You take reality, and you make it into a comic strip. In short, Mr Chorley, you are a sensation-monger.
CHORLEY: You smug little redbrick university-!
ANNE: (Interrupts.) Don’t say it, Mr Chorley, I have a very quick temper and very long claws.
CHORLEY: There’s no sense in losing our temper, Miss Travers. I’m sorry that my journalistic style doesn’t appeal to you, but there are millions of people who-
ANNE: (Condescending.) Yes, the Gutter Press has a very large following.
CHORLEY: Yes, it does, it does indeed, and you’d do very well to remember that, because I intend to print all the facts when we get out of here. (Patting his suitcase.)
ANNE: If we get out of here - the Yeti, remember?
CHORLEY: I’m not forgetting. (Gesturing toward VICTORIA.) In fact, I think our little friend here could tell us a few things about them. It was quite a coincidence, wasn’t it, you three pitching up when you did.
VICTORIA: (Defensively.) What do you mean?
CHORLEY: Ah, don’t give us the innocent bit, love. You know very well that the Doctor sabotaged that expl*si*n.
ANNE: Mr Chorley, what are you talking about?
CHORLEY: Arnold’s just come back and confirmed there was no expl*si*n in the tunnel, and the only person who was in there, as far as we know, was your Doctor friend.
VICTORIA: (Adamant.) If the Doctor did stop it, he had a very good reason.
CHORLEY: Yes, well we’ll find out soon enough, because Arnold’s just taken the lad back in to hunt him out.
VICTORIA: (Worried.) Jamie’s gone into the tunnel?
12. TUNNEL BARRICADE
(Captain KNIGHT and one soldier, Private THOMPSON, have built a barricade of ammunition crates which they have salvaged from Holborn across the tunnel. They place one last expl*sive box on top of the barricade, breathing heavily in exertion.)
KNIGHT: Right, Thompson, that’s the best we can do. Now go and tell the Corporal to get the men back here as fast as he can.
(Private THOMPSON begins to climb over the barricade, but g*nshots ring from down the tunnel and KNIGHT pulls him back.)
KNIGHT: No, you’re too late. Stay where you are.
(THOMPSON aims his g*n down the tunnel and KNIGHT cups his hands and shouts through the sound of g*nf*re.)
KNIGHT: Lane? Lane! Fall back, you’ll never hold them!
13. TUNNEL
(Corporal LANE and two soldiers, Privates O’BRIEN and c*ck, fire wildly at two Yeti lumbering down the tunnel.)
c*ck: Will nothing stop them?
(The b*ll*ts seem to have no effect on the giant creatures.)
O’BRIEN: They’re still coming!
(LANE and the two soldiers continue to fire bravely, fear evident on their faces. The Yeti continue to amble on, unaffected, eyes glowing menacingly. LANE lowers his g*n and runs. He stops when his soldiers don’t move.)
LANE: Come on, back!
(Privates c*ck and O’BRIEN continue to fire as the Yeti advance relentlessly.)
c*ck: Right, come on!
(c*ck gets up to run, but his foot is caught in the rail and he falls. His comrade stays to protect him as the Yeti come closer and closer. c*ck pulls the trigger repeatedly, but his r*fle is jammed.)
c*ck: Change!
(Private O’BRIEN fires relentlessly, unwilling to leave his comrade but unable to help. The Yeti are right on top of them. c*ck pulls the trigger frantically.)
c*ck: Stop him!
(Knowing weapons have no effect, O’BRIEN throws himself against the Yeti with a growl in a last-ditch effort to protect his friend, attempting to wrestle with the beast. LANE watches in horror as the Yeti tosses O’BRIEN aside like a twig. Unprotected, c*ck points his useless weapon at the approaching Yeti. It lumbers right past him. He looks at the second Yeti, which raises its weapon. With a sweeping, rushing noise, the Yeti fires its web substance at c*ck. Covering his face with an agonised scream, he collapses, dead. LANE retreats down the tunnel.)
14. TUNNEL
(Staff Sergeant ARNOLD and JAMIE stop and look at each other, hearing the scream.)
ARNOLD: Come on, boy.
(They continue down the tunnel.)
15. TUNNEL BARRICADE
(Corporal LANE rushes down the tunnel and Private THOMPSON helps him climb over the barricade.)
LANE: We couldn’t hold ‘em, sir. They’re coming, two of ‘em! They got O’Brien and c*ck, nothing stops them!
(Muffled shouts come from down the tunnel, in the opposite direction to the Yeti, and Captain KNIGHT, LANE, and THOMPSON spin around, g*ns raised.)
LANE: It’s Staff Arnold!
KNIGHT: Yeah, come on.
(KNIGHT pats LANE’s shoulder and walks past him toward Staff Sergeant ARNOLD and JAMIE. KNIGHT takes ARNOLD’s shoulder and they all look down the tunnel toward the Yeti past the barricade.)
ARNOLD: Captain?
KNIGHT: (Breathless.) Yeti!
THOMPSON: They got two of us!
KNIGHT: And the a*mo detail - they’re all gone.
ARNOLD: What’s the plan then?
KNIGHT: I brought a load of expl*sives down from Holborn. I’m going to blow it - and them with it.
ARNOLD: Taking a bit of a risk, aren’t you, sir?
KNIGHT: Yeah, I know.
(In the distance, the sound of Yeti web-guns can be heard.)
JAMIE: (Points.) Hey, look what’s happening!
(The Yeti stand over the expl*sives, smothering them with webbing.)
LANE: What are they doing?
(The Yeti continue to spray until the expl*sives are completely covered.)
JAMIE: Looks like the cobwebs!
KNIGHT: Cobwebs or not, I’m going to blow it sky high. Get back!
(KNIGHT readies his p*stol and the others retreat. With the Yeti standing straight over the barricade, KNIGHT fires a single shot into the expl*sives, creating a bright flash and an enormous bang. As the light fades, the expl*sives are still intact and the Yeti roar in anger. The boxes in the web glow with an eerie white light, which fades and shines rhythmically with a low rushing sound. LANE approaches KNIGHT.)
LANE: What’s that noise?
JAMIE: (Points.) The boxes are pulsating!
(The YETI roar and kick down the barricade, forcing their way through with their size and brute strength. KNIGHT resumes firing.)
KNIGHT: Get back!
(They turn to run from the robots, but stop in horror - standing in front of them are another pair of Yeti!)
16. LABORATORY
(The PROFESSOR fiddles with a circuit board at the laboratory bench while ANNE works with containers on a shelf. Professor TRAVERS lowers his circuit board with a look of concern.)
TRAVERS: Hmm . . . Chorley’s an idiot - telling Victoria the boy’s gone. Those two are . . . all that child’s got in the world. Mm . . . .
(ANNE approaches with an intact control sphere.)
ANNE: I asked her to make some tea - thought it would take her mind off things.
TRAVERS: Oh, good idea. Oh, switch the soldering iron on, will you?
ANNE: Mm. (Turns on the switch.) Father?
(She leans against the bench while he puts down what he was working on and picks up another one.)
TRAVERS: Hmm?
ANNE: Have you ever seen this t*rd?
(He looks at her nervously, understanding what she’s getting at.)
TRAVERS: No, no, I can’t say I have.
17. FORTRESS MAIN CORRIDOR
ANNE: [OOV.] It all sounds a bit far-fetched to me.
(VICTORIA walks around the corner, carrying a tea tray, and approaches the laboratory door. She stops outside the door, concerned at the conversation.)
ANNE: [OOV.] You know, I think the Doctor’s at the back of all this.
TRAVERS: [OOV.] What do you mean?
ANNE: [OOV.] Doesn’t it strike you as odd that on the two occasions you’ve encountered the Yeti, you’ve also come across the Doctor?
(VICTORIA looks back, hearing someone approaching.)
TRAVERS: [OOV.] Well?
ANNE: [OOV.] Well, it’s obvious - he controls them!
(A soldier walks down the hall and VICTORIA enters the laboratory, pretending she hadn’t been listening.)
18. LABORATORY
TRAVERS: Oh, but surely-
(ANNE quickly touches his arm and shushes him as VICTORIA opens the door.)
TRAVERS: Huh? Oh! Oh, tea. Thank you, my dear.
(She sets down a tray of two mugs on the bench.)
TRAVERS: Oh, er, aren’t you having any?
VICTORIA: N-no, I think I’ll go and lie down for a bit.
TRAVERS: Good idea.
(VICTORIA leaves. ANNE stands beside her father.)
ANNE: Do you think she heard?
TRAVERS: No . . . . In any case, what you say is nonsense, Anne. And I saw the Doctor defeat those robots and save Detsen Monastery. Well he wouldn’t do that if he was in league with them, now would he?
(ANNE looks at him.)
ANNE: (Politely.) No, no I suppose not. In a situation like this, one imagines all sorts of things.
TRAVERS: (Nods.) Mm-hm.
19. TUNNEL
(Captain KNIGHT, Staff Sergeant ARNOLD, Corporal LANE, Private THOMPSON, and JAMIE are crowded in a circle, surrounded by Yeti, two on each side. The YETI stand motionless.)
LANE: This waiting’s getting on my nerves. Why the heck don’t they do something?
ARNOLD: Steady, lad. We’ll know soon enough.
LANE: We can’t just stand here. Can’t we make a run for it?
JAMIE: We wouldn’t stand a chance, not with them switched on.
KNIGHT: (Accusing.) How do you know that?
ARNOLD: It’s all right, sir. The Professor’s vouched for him. Understand he knows a great deal about these robots.
JAMIE: See, you have to find out-
(He stops as the Yeti suddenly start emitting their familiar rhythmic bleeping noise at various pitches. JAMIE looks around.)
JAMIE: What’s that?
(The soldiers back against the wall as the Yeti suddenly move past them, totally ignoring them. They watch the Yeti go, gripping their g*ns once again.)
LANE: (Whispers.) What are they, blind?
KNIGHT: What made them do that, I wonder?
ARNOLD: Couldn’t say, sir. But I don’t think we should stay to find out.
KNIGHT: Yes, you’re right, Staff. Come on, let’s get back.
(The soldiers start to move back, but JAMIE stops KNIGHT.)
JAMIE: Wait - can we not just see what they’re up to?
(JAMIE takes a step toward them, but KNIGHT holds him back.)
KNIGHT: No! If there’s one thing that I’ve learned, it’s never push your luck. Now come on.
(KNIGHT turns JAMIE around and ushers him after the others.)
20. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Craftsman WEAMS and Corporal BLAKE sit drinking from mugs, BLAKE sitting on the table and WEAMS with his feet up on it.)
WEAMS: Tibet? Tibet? You’re joking.
BLAKE: (Fingering something in his mug.) That’s where old Travers says they come from. He reckons they’re Abominable Snowmen.
WEAMS: Well, he’s off his chump, ain’t he? How’d they get here in the first place?
BLAKE: Come through the post, didn’t they?
WEAMS: Nah, seriously. Outer space, that’s where they come from. Well that’s what I reckon, anyway. (Takes a sip.)
BLAKE: Oh do leave off! You’ve been reading too many kids’ comics, you have!
WEAMS: All right then, Corp, where do they come from?
BLAKE: It’s a foreign power, innit? Bacteriological warfare, that’s what that stuff is in the tunnels. (Nods toward the board map hanging from the ceiling.)
WEAMS: What, that fungus stuff?
BLAKE: Yeah. And them Yeti are some sort of new weapon. Well, a sort of robot army.
WEAMS: What, you mean it ain’t real then?
BLAKE: Well of course they ain’t, you nit! (Stands.) Otherwise we’d be able to knock ‘em out with the small arms, wouldn’t we? (Sits on a crate.)
WEAMS: Yeah - nothing hardly touches ‘em, does it?
BLAKE: Not unless you can cop ‘em straight between the eyes. (Touching between his eyes.) Then they’ve had it.
WEAMS: Yeah, well that’ll take some doing. I mean, I’d have a job just holding me arm steady if one of them ugly creeps came at me, wouldn’t I?
BLAKE: I wish we had some more hand grenades, ‘cos they’re the things that seem to stop ‘em dead in their tracks.
WEAMS: Yeah, but we ain’t got any, have we?
BLAKE: Nah . . . . It’s a pity that a*mo truck they stopped at Holborn had all the gear in.
WEAMS: (Sits up.) Stone me! ‘Ere, we ain’t got much of a chance if it comes- we come up against that lot, ‘ave we?
BLAKE: Not with the funny old crowd we got down here with us. (Puts mug on the table and counts on his fingers.) You got civvies, RE’s, REME . . . .
WEAMS: (Unamused.) ‘Ere, watch it, mate.
BLAKE: The lot. A right old Fred Karno’s Army, innit? Still, (Slaps WEAMS’ knee.) not to worry, me old son. (Stands.) Not the end of the world, is it? Want some more tea?
WEAMS: Yeah, all right then.
(BLAKE picks up his mug and takes WEAMS’ mug.)
BLAKE: Well move then!
(WEAMS moves his chair out of the way. As BLAKE walks to the door, WEAMS happens to glance up at the map on the wall.)
WEAMS: (Stands.) Here, Corp, look at this!
(BLAKE stops and turns.)
BLAKE: What?
(He puts the mugs down as he approaches WEAMS and the map.)
BLAKE: Oh, crikey!
(The map is of the London Underground, the rail lines marked with a bright white light. A line of black where the lights are out, indicating rails blocked with fungus, have taken over most of the Circle Line, from the Embankment through Paddington to Euston Square. The northern end of the black line flickers towards Kings Cross.)
BLAKE: That’s what comes of talking about it!
WEAMS: It’s that fungus stuff, it’s moving again!
21. LABORATORY
(TRAVERS holds a tool to the exposed wiring of an open control sphere. The point starts smoking as TRAVERS’ hands shake. He puts the tools down in frustration.)
TRAVERS: (Waving arms angrily.) Oh Anne, come and do this for me, would you?
ANNE: All right, father. (Walks around the bench.)
TRAVERS: It’s my hands - can’t control ‘em! Getting old, that’s my trouble!
(He walks away and ANNE picks up the tool.)
ANNE: Don’t worry!
(She bends down to work on the sphere.)
TRAVERS: Huh, can’t help it. I feel . . . responsible somehow. (Sighs.) If only the Doctor would turn up. I’m sure he could help us.
(A knock comes at the door and TRAVERS grunts in surprise. Corporal BLAKE rushes inside.)
BLAKE: ‘Scuse me, sir.
TRAVERS: Eh, what?
BLAKE: (Buttoning his collar.) That fungus stuff, it’s on the move again. Euston Square’s gone.
TRAVERS: (Rushes to the door.) Come on, let’s have a look!
(ANNE and BLAKE quickly follow him.)
22. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Craftsman WEAMS rubs his chin as he looks at the map. TRAVERS, ANNE, and Corporal BLAKE rush into the room and join WEAMS. The light at King’s Cross continues to flicker.)
TRAVERS: It’s on the move again, Weams?
WEAMS: Yes, sir. Kings Cross has gone, and it’s moving on to Farringdon.
ANNE: It’s never moved as fast as this before!
WEAMS: Hasn’t moved at all the last three weeks, Miss.
BLAKE: What started it up again all of a sudden?
TRAVERS: Err, can’t say.
(Harold CHORLEY suddenly shows up out of nowhere, holding his glasses.)
CHORLEY: Strange, isn’t it, that all this should happen on the very day that your mysterious Doctor friend turns up? (Smiles at TRAVERS.)
ANNE: He hasn’t turned up.
CHORLEY: Precisely. He could have sent those kids in here as spies. (Puts on his glasses.)
TRAVERS: Rubbish! Would Jamie go away and leave Victoria, if he didn’t intend coming back again?
BLAKE: Excuse me, sir, but where is the young lady?
TRAVERS: Oh, in the Common Room, I suppose.
BLAKE: No she’s not, ‘cos I went in there when I was looking for you!
TRAVERS: What? Well . . . where is she then?
23. TUNNEL
(VICTORIA wanders alone in the tunnels, hopelessly lost. She stops at an intersection and calls softly, too frightened to speak up.)
VICTORIA: Jamie? Doctor?
(She steps into a side tunnel.)
VICTORIA: Jamie? Doctor?
(She continues warily down the tunnel.)
24. OPERATIONS ROOM
(ANNE and Corporal BLAKE come in through the door; the others are all still standing around.)
ANNE: Not a sign of her.
BLAKE: We looked everywhere.
TRAVERS: Oh, then, she must have gone . . . .
CHORLEY: Like I said, a couple of spies.
WEAMS: (Points at the map.) Look, sir, the fungus! It’s moving again!
(The lights go out on the map as the black line continues its journey round the Circle Line, engulfing Farringdon and closing in on Liverpool Street.)
BLAKE: (Steps forward.) Hope the Captain and Staff Arnold ain’t anywhere near that little lot.
25. TUNNEL
(A male voice in the distance sings up and down a scale. JAMIE and the soldiers creep down the tunnel, confused by the singing. They stop as the voice sings up and down the scale again.)
ARNOLD: (Whispers.) What is it, sir?
KNIGHT: (Whispers.) Quiet! Listen.
(They listen to the voice finish the scale.)
KNIGHT: (Whispers.) Quick, get in there.
(Captain KNIGHT motions with his g*n toward a nearby alcove and most of them slip inside, while two of them hide in the alcove on the other side of the tracks. The voice starts a rendition of “Sospan Fach” in Welsh. As it gets closer, the source, an army Private, appears round a corner, striding down the tunnel, g*n ready. As the soldier, EVANS, passes the alcove, Staff Sergeant ARNOLD steps out.)
ARNOLD: Soldier!
(EVANS spins around and they point their r*fles at each other. He has a crooked jaw, when he smiles it is wry, and his eyes are always wide. JAMIE and the other soldiers file out of their alcoves.)
EVANS: (Lowers r*fle.) Well, there’s a sight for sore eyes!
KNIGHT: (In a loud whisper.) Are you stark raving mad!?
EVANS: Aye, well I always sing when I’m scared, see.
ARNOLD: Stand to attention when you’re talking to an officer!
(EVANS stands rigid.)
ARNOLD: Name and last three!
EVANS: (Loudly.) 6-0-
ARNOLD: Shush!
EVANS: (Whispers.) 6-0-1 Evans, sir!
KNIGHT: Evans? Anybody know him?
EVANS: Oh, I’m not one of your lot, sir.
ARNOLD: Then what are you doing down here?
EVANS: Trying to get out, Sarge!
ARNOLD: Don’t try to be funny with me, lad! How did you get down here in the first place?
EVANS: Driver on the a*mo truck to Holborn. Got jumped, we did - quite a dust up, there was. Couldn’t get past them hairy creatures, see? Been wandering for hours. Lost, I was. I tried one way, but there seemed to be some sort of cobweb muck moving down the tunnel.
KNIGHT: Moving? Are you sure it was moving?
EVANS: Well of course I’m sure! Er, sir . . . . Sounds daft, I know, but it seemed to be following a Yeti that had a kind of pointed glass thing in its hands.
JAMIE: (Indicating size with his hands.) Was it shaped like a pyramid?
EVANS: Well, I suppose it was, really.
JAMIE: (Pointing.) Well that’s it! Smash the pyramid, and you put the Intelligence out of action! (Swipes hands through the air.)
KNIGHT: What Intelligence?
ARNOLD: Whereabouts did you say this happened?
EVANS: Kings Cross, Staff.
KNIGHT: What!
ARNOLD: Headquarters, sir - HQ may be in danger!
KNIGHT: Yes, we’d better get back as soon as we can. Come on.
(KNIGHT and ARNOLD turn to leave, but JAMIE grabs KNIGHT’s arm.)
JAMIE: No, look-
ARNOLD: Now listen to what the officer said, young man. Come on!
JAMIE: (Pointing at ARNOLD.) Now look, I came down here to find the Doctor. I’m not going back till I have!
ARNOLD: Now look here.
JAMIE: No, I’m not going! And if I get a chance to smash that pyramid, I will!
KNIGHT: That’s quite a risk you’re taking.
JAMIE: Aye, but it’s me that’s taking it.
KNIGHT: All right, it’s your neck, chum.
EVANS: Sir!
KNIGHT: Yes?
EVANS: I’d like to volunteer to go with the young gentleman, sir.
KNIGHT: Well, you’re not one of my lot. All right. Come on, the rest of you.
(The soldiers head off.)
JAMIE: (To EVANS.) Thanks!
EVANS: (Smiling.) Don’t be daft, boyo. First chance I get and I’m skipping!
(JAMIE’s face falls.)
26. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Craftsman WEAMS, CHORLEY, TRAVERS, and ANNE still watch the map.)
WEAMS: Liverpool Street gone now, sir.
TRAVERS: Aha . . . but still no movement on the southern section.
BLAKE: (Rushing into the room.) No sign of the Captain yet.
WEAMS: Once this stuff joins up, we’ve had it. Why don’t we try and get out now, while we’ve still got a chance?
CHORLEY: Sounds like a very good idea to me.
TRAVERS: (Stands.) No, no! The decision to evacuate this Fortress must be taken by Captain Knight!
ANNE: Yes, but where is he, father? He’s been gone for ages!
BLAKE: Let’s just hope he’s not on the Circle Line.
27. PLATFORM, CANNON STREET
(JAMIE and Driver EVANS walk onto a station platform and examine an underground map.)
EVANS: (Pointing.) Here we are, then. Cannon Street. Circle Line.
(JAMIE searches the map with his finger.)
JAMIE: We’ve gone miles out of our way!
(He resumes examining the map to determine a new course.)
EVANS: I told you I didn’t know one tunnel from another, didn’t I?
JAMIE: Why didn’t you tell me about these maps before?
EVANS: Why? Who wants to find a Yeti anyway?
JAMIE: (Reading the map.) Monument next, then Tower Hill. Come on, we must find that pyramid.
(JAMIE looks down the tunnel, then jumps down and sets off, followed by Driver EVANS.)
28. OPERATIONS ROOM
(CHORLEY spreads his arms like he’s expecting a hug.)
CHORLEY: Oh, thank heavens you’re back, Captain!
(Captain KNIGHT and the soldiers enter, ignoring CHORLEY.)
ANNE: Where are the other men?
KNIGHT: Gone.
TRAVERS: Captain, come here!
(TRAVERS Leads KNIGHT and his men to the map.)
TRAVERS: (Pointing.) The southern section’s on the move. Charing Cross and the Temple have gone.
(CHORLEY worms his way to the front.)
CHORLEY: Look, Weams says there’s a danger we might be cut off. Now don’t you think it would be a very good idea if-
KNIGHT: (Interrupts.) If you want to leave, Mr Chorley, no-one’s stopping you. (Turns to TRAVERS.) Now, when did all this happen?
TRAVERS: Just after you left. Still no sign of the Doctor?
KNIGHT: None.
ANNE: Or the girl?
KNIGHT: Has she gone too?
TRAVERS: (Sadly.) Yes.
ARNOLD: That means . . . all three of them are out there, sir.
KNIGHT: Yes. (Turns to the map.) But where?
29. TUNNEL
(VICTORIA continues to walk down the tunnels, tense with fear, alone and hopelessly lost.)
VICTORIA: Doctor? Jamie?
(Nearby, the booted foot of an unfamiliar soldier silently steps off the rail, ducking back into the alcove . . . .)
VICTORIA: Doctor?
30. OPERATIONS ROOM
(Staff Sergeant ARNOLD and Captain KNIGHT have moved away from the main group, and are talking in the background.)
WEAMS: I think we’ve had it, Corp!
BLAKE: Yeah, that stuff’s got us trapped, all right.
TRAVERS: Captain? (Approaches KNIGHT and ARNOLD.) Look, I know it seems hopeless, but . . . if we could find the Doctor! I’m sure he could help us.
KNIGHT: Perhaps. But I’m sure that he must be dead by now.
ARNOLD: If any of those three are on the Circle Line, sir . . . they’ve had it.
CHORLEY: Captain Knight? (Takes KNIGHT’s shoulder and leads him to the map.) Captain Knight! Cannon Street and Tower Hill have gone now!
KNIGHT: (Gravely.) That just leaves the Monument.
31. PLATFORM, MONUMENT
(JAMIE and Driver EVANS approach another station along the railway. JAMIE glaces up as they walk past.)
JAMIE: Monument! Then it’s Tower Hill next.
EVANS: Hey! Wait a minute!
(JAMIE stops. EVANS looks around.)
EVANS: Did you hear something?
JAMIE: What?
EVANS: Listen.
(A distant seething, pulsating sound can be heard; it is gradually getting louder and closer.)
EVANS: (Points past JAMIE.) Look!
JAMIE: The fungus, it’s here!
(A bright glow of white light emanates from the tunnel, and a glowing mass of bubbly fungus appears, blocking their retreat. The mass on the rails grows rapidly, completely filling the tunnel as the noise becomes deafening.)
JAMIE: We’d better get out, fast!
(JAMIE pushes EVANS back and they run away from the web, but EVANS stops and JAMIE grabs his shoulders so as not to run into him. The tunnel opposite is bathed in the same pulsating glow. JAMIE looks both ways, horrified.)
JAMIE: We’re trapped!
(The fungus completely blocks the tunnel they just came from.)
EVANS: We’ve had it, boyo! We can’t go forward, and we can’t go back!
(The noise crescendos with a whine and JAMIE and EVANS cover their ears, cringing, as the fungus continues to close in on them from both sides . . . .)
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Doctor Who
PATRICK TROUGHTON
Anne Travers
TINA PACKER
Corporal Lane
ROD BEACHAM
Craftsman Weams
STEPHEN WHITTAKER
Captain Knight
RALPH WATSON
Staff Sergeant Arnold
JACK WOOLGAR
Jamie
FRAZER HINES
Victoria
DEBORAH WATLING
Harold Chorley
JON ROLLASON
Corporal Blake
RICHARDSON MORGAN
Professor Travers
JACK WATLING
Soldier
JOSEPH O’CONNELL
Driver Evans
DEREK POLLITT
Yeti
GORDON STOTHARD
JOHN LORD
JOHN LEVENE
JEREMY KING
Title Music by
RON GRAINER
And the BBC RADIOPHONIC WORKSHOP
Story Editor
DEREK SHERWIN
Designer
DAVID MYERSCOUGH-JONES
Producer
PETER BRYANT
Directed by
DOUGLAS CAMFIELD
Transcribed by
DAN SALTER
MAL
and KITTY MIDNIGHT
with thanks to Historias de Trenzalore on Dailymotion
PATRICK TROUGHTON
Anne Travers
TINA PACKER
Corporal Lane
ROD BEACHAM
Craftsman Weams
STEPHEN WHITTAKER
Captain Knight
RALPH WATSON
Staff Sergeant Arnold
JACK WOOLGAR
Jamie
FRAZER HINES
Victoria
DEBORAH WATLING
Harold Chorley
JON ROLLASON
Corporal Blake
RICHARDSON MORGAN
Professor Travers
JACK WATLING
Soldier
JOSEPH O’CONNELL
Driver Evans
DEREK POLLITT
Yeti
GORDON STOTHARD
JOHN LORD
JOHN LEVENE
JEREMY KING
Title Music by
RON GRAINER
And the BBC RADIOPHONIC WORKSHOP
Story Editor
DEREK SHERWIN
Designer
DAVID MYERSCOUGH-JONES
Producer
PETER BRYANT
Directed by
DOUGLAS CAMFIELD
Transcribed by
DAN SALTER
MAL
and KITTY MIDNIGHT
with thanks to Historias de Trenzalore on Dailymotion