| 15-year old Susan Foreman (the subject
of the teacher's scrunity) is listening to a little pocket radio,
putting it up to her ear. She's a slim beauty with elfin features,
(unusually short for that time) black hair and brown eyes. She's
grooving along to that Mersey beat, making funny movements with her
right hand and fake strumming a guitar. |
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| Ian and Barbara walk in. She's oblivious
to them. Barbara seems to be caught by the door jam, but manages to
free herself. |
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| BARBARA: Susan? |
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| SUSAN: (putting down the radio)
OH!! Oh, sorry, Miss Wright! I didn't hear you coming. ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
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| (Barbara smiles) |
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| SUSAN: Aren't they
fabulous? |
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| BARBARA: Who? |
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| SUSAN: It's John Smith and the
Common Men. They've gone from 2 to 19, 19 to 2 in the hit
parade! |
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| BARBARA: (not understanding a bit
of it, chuckles) Not bad. |
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| IAN: (he does, and he laughs)
"John Smith" is the stage name for the honourable Aubrey Waites. He
started his career as Chris Waites and the Carollers, didn't he,
Susan? |
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| SUSAN: You are surprising, Mr.
Chesterton. I wouldn't expect you to know a thing like
that. |
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| IAN: I have an enquiring
mind.....(motions to the loud radio) and a very sensitive
ear. |
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| SUSAN: Oh, sorry. (turns the
radio off, flustered) |
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| IAN: (chuckles) Thank
you. |
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| SUSAN: (notices the book
Barbara's holding) I-is that the book you're lending me, Miss
Wright? |
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| BARBARA: Yes. (hands it
over) |
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| SUSAN: Thank you. (looks it over
with relish) It will be interesting.....I'll return tomorrow.
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| BARBARA: Oh, that's not
necessary. 'Til you've finished it. ...... ...... |
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| SUSAN: (moves to put it in her
bag) I'll have finished it. |
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| Ian and Barbara glance at each other in
surprise -- she's a speed reader too?? |
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| IAN: Oh, where do you live,
Susan? I'm, uh, giving Miss Wright a lift home. I've got room for
one more. |
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| SUSAN: (avoids his gaze) No thank
you, Mr. Chesterton. I rather like walking in the English fog. It's
sort of mysterious. |
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| BARBARA: You say that as
if... |
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| IAN: (cutting Barbara off) Then
we won't deprive you of that romantic pleasure. |
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| BARBARA: Well, hurry home Susan.
And, becareful. The fog's getting thicker. |
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| (Susan doesn't respond.) |
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| BARBARA: Well, see you in the
morning? |
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| SUSAN: I expect so. Good
night. |
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| BARBARA: Good night. |
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| IAN: Good night. |
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| Ian and Barbara leave. A slight shadow
of loneliness crosses young Susan's face....but that fades as she
walks over to one of the tables, humming a tune. She picks up one of
the ink quills and begins splattering ink on to a sheet of paper.
Once satisfied, she folds the paper in half wich spreads the ink
out. She unfolds the paper and draws a shape around the splattered
ink.She then becomes nervous and crumples up the paper. (What she's
drawn here looks alot like the TARDIS console.) |
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| 15-year old Susan Foreman
(the subject of the teacher's scrunity) is listening to a little
pocket radio, putting it up to her ear. She's a slim beauty with
elfin features, (unusually short for that time) black hair and brown
eyes. She's grooving along to that Mersey beat, making funny
movements with her right hand and fake strumming a
guitar. |
| . |
| Ian and Barbara walk in.
She's oblivious to them. Both chuckle with amusement. ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
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| BARBARA: Susan? |
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| SUSAN: (putting down the radio)
OH!! Oh, I-I'm sorry, Miss Wright! I didn't hear you come in. Aren't
they fabulous? |
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| BARBARA: Who? |
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| SUSAN: I-It's John Smith and the
Common Men. They've gone from 19 to 2! ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... |
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| BARBARA: (not understanding a bit
of it) Hmm. |
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| IAN: (he does, and he laughs)
"John Smith" is the stage name of the honourable Aubrey Waites. He
started his career as Chris Smith and the Carollers, didn't he,
Susan? ...... |
| . |
| SUSAN: Y-you are surprising, Mr.
Chesterton. I wouldn't expect you to know things like
that. |
| . |
| IAN: I have an enquiring
mind.....(motions to the loud radio) and a very sensitive
ear. |
| . |
| SUSAN: Oh -- (turns the radio
off, flustered) I'm sorry. |
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| IAN: Thank you. |
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| SUSAN: (notices the book
Barbara's holding) Is that the book you're bringing me? ...... ...... ...... |
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| BARBARA: (hands it over)
Yes. |
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| SUSAN: Thank you very much.
(looks it over with relish) It will be interesting.....I'll return
it to you tomorrow. |
| . |
| BARBARA: Oh, that's not
necessary. Keep it until you've finished it. |
| . |
| SUSAN: (moves to put it in her
bag) I'll have finished it. |
| . |
| Ian and Barbara glance at each other in
surprise -- she's a speed reader too?? |
| . |
| IAN: Oh, where do you live,
Susan? I'm giving Miss Wright a lift home. I've room for one
more. |
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| SUSAN: (avoids his gaze)
Uhhh......no thank you, Mr. Chesterton. I like walking in the dark.
It's mysterious. |
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| BARBARA: Be careful, Susan. It'll
probably be fog again tonight. ...... ...... ...... |
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| SUSAN: (closes her bag)
Hmm. |
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| BARBARA: See you in the
morning. |
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| SUSAN: I expect so. Good
night. |
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| BARBARA: Good night. |
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| IAN: Good night. |
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| Ian and Barbara leave. A slight shadow
of loneliness crosses young Susan's face....but that fades as her
eyes fall upon the book. Picking up "The French Revolution," she
starts into it with dancing eyes. A moment later, she blinks at the
book, startled. ...... ......
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| SUSAN: But that's not
right....!!! |
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| Continue | |