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DOCTOR
WHO
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1. FITZROY SQUARE, LONDON, 1966
(A reprise is shown of the end of The War Machines Episode 4 in which the TARDIS dematerialises from Fitzroy Square, London in 1966. The series theme
music ends.)
2. VORTEX
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THE SMUGGLERS
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by
BRIAN HAYLES
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EPISODE 1
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3. TARDIS, CONSOLE ROOM
(The DOCTOR is at the TARDIS console. Just before the DOCTOR activates the control to close the main doors, BEN and POLLY, the two people that helped him
during the war machines crisis, enter into the console room. The DOCTOR is too occupied to notice BEN and POLLY. The console column starts to rise and fall as
the TARDIS dematerialises. BEN and POLLY look about them at the impossibly large room.)
POLLY: Good heavens!
BEN: Blimey! Where did all this come from? Well, it was a police box, wasn't it?
(The DOCTOR hears the intruders and turns around to face them.)
POLLY: Ah...
DOCTOR: What are you both doing in here?!
(BEN holds up the spare key the DOCTOR had dropped outside of the TARDIS.)
POLLY: Ah... You dropped your key.
(The DOCTOR grabs the key from BEN.)
DOCTOR: How dare you follow me into the TARDIS!
BEN: The what?
DOCTOR: The TARDIS, sir! This is a vessel for travelling through time and space! Why did you follow me?!
POLLY: I... I'm... I'm terribly sorry if... if we've annoyed you, Doctor. It was my fault, I'm afraid.
(BEN starts to examine the console.)
BEN: Well, what's all this then...
(The DOCTOR shoos him away.)
DOCTOR: (Interrupting.) And stand back from those controls. Those controls are used for dematerialising.
BEN: Dematerialising? What does that mean?
DOCTOR: You and this young lady are experiencing it. You are now travelling through time and space.
BEN: (Laughs.) Yeah, well, ah, make sure that I get back by teatime, Doctor. I've got to get back to me ship by tonight.
DOCTOR: Young man, it's going to be a long time before you see your ship again.
BEN: Ay?
POLLY: Why? When are we going to land?
DOCTOR: I don't know. That's the cause of half my troubles through my journeys. I never know.
POLLY: Why not?
DOCTOR: I have no control over where I land. Neither can I choose the period in which I land in. Oh, now...
(The DOCTOR points to the scanner.)
DOCTOR: ...you see that scanner? That is what I call a scanner, up there! We get a very good view from the outside.
(The TARDIS starts to materialise. The scanner displays an image of the interior of a cave by the sea.)
DOCTOR: Ah, yes. I think we're landed in some sort of caves.
BEN: Yeah, well thanks for the home movies, Doctor, now if you'd just open these doors.
DOCTOR: Wait, wait, wait, young man, we don't know where we are. We don't know if it's safe or what period we're in.
BEN: Well, I'll take a little bet with you, ay? London, 1966, Fitzroy Square.
(The DOCTOR checks the readings.)
DOCTOR: Yes, I think it's quite normal. Yes, the temperature's all right. Well, I think you can leave, but watch your step.
(The DOCTOR activates the control to open the main doors.)
POLLY: (Sighs.) What a relief! You had me nervous for a minute, Doctor. Come on Ben.
(BEN and POLLY walk through the main doors leaving the DOCTOR on his own.)
DOCTOR: Oh dear, all this distraction. And I really thought I was going to be alone again. Hmm. (Sighs.)
(The DOCTOR grabs his coat and checks the readings one final time. The DOCTOR leaves the TARDIS.)
4. CAVE
(The outer doors of the TARDIS open. BEN and POLLY step out onto the beach, hardly believing their eyes.)
BEN: Crikey! Look!
(BEN points out the view to POLLY.)
POLLY: Ben, I'm scared. What's happened to us?
BEN: I don't know. Maybe he's some kind of hypnotist. Pinch me!
(POLLY pinches BEN.)
POLLY: Ow! Not that hard.
(BEN turns back to the TARDIS to see the DOCTOR locking the door.)
BEN: Hey, wait a minute.
(The DOCTOR joins BEN and POLLY.)
BEN: What did you do that for?
DOCTOR: I never leave it unlocked, my boy.
POLLY: Doctor, you must take us back.
DOCTOR: I'm not going to take you back to London in the TARDIS.
BEN: Well, you refuse, ay?
DOCTOR: My dear young man...
(BEN turns and begins to walk down the beach.)
BEN: Oh, come on Polly, we'll find our own way back.
(POLLY starts to follow BEN.)
DOCTOR: Heh, heh. (Says to himself.) Well, I suppose I shall have to chase after them. Quite incapable of looking after themselves. Hmm.
(The DOCTOR follows BEN and POLLY.)
5. CLIFF
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY manage to climb a cliff by following a path. Once at the top of the cliff they begin walking inland.)
BEN: Look at this!
POLLY: I don't believe it. Hey, isn't it exciting!
(POLLY starts jumping up and down and running about.)
BEN: Well, it might be if I wasn't so pushed for time. Come on!
POLLY: But it's a super place. Whee!
(Behind BEN and POLLY the DOCTOR is looking keenly about.)
DOCTOR: Yes, I wonder. Ha, yes, I wonder.
BEN: Crumbs!
POLLY: Ben, it's smashing!
BEN: It'd be a lot nicer with a few houses and a bus stop. Got any idea where we are?
POLLY: Looks like Cornwall to me.
BEN: Cornwall?! Are you sure?
POLLY: (Using an old-pirate-like accent.) Looks like it, me handsome.
BEN: Oh, I don't know what this is about. All I know is, I've got to get back to barracks. Come on, it'll take hours from here.
POLLY: All right!
(POLLY notices the DOCTOR following behind.)
POLLY: Are you coming with us, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh yes, yes! (To Himself.) You may know where you are, my dears, but not when! Oh, I can foresee oodles of trouble!
(BEN and POLLY continue walking with determination.)
DOCTOR: (Grunts and then says.) Oh dear, I suppose I'd better follow them. See that they don't get into any harm. Hmm, hmm.
6. CHURCH, EXTERIOR
(BEN and POLLY continue walking. A church comes into view.)
BEN: Here, look! It's a church!
POLLY: So we are in our own time, after all.
BEN: Yeah. You didn't really believe all that nonsense about past and future, did you?
DOCTOR: We can't be too sure, my boy.
BEN: Sure?! There are millions of churches like that!
DOCTOR: Oh, good gracious, most of them have been standing there for centuries.
BEN: Yeah, well so have we here. Come on, I've got a train to catch.
(BEN starts to walk off again.)
POLLY: Sorry Doctor, but we'd better find a station. We can talk on the train.
DOCTOR: Oh, talk on the train, child. Hmm.
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY arrive at the church. POLLY tries to read a worn gravestone.)
POLLY: No use, I can't read it.
BEN: You'd think there'd be a few houses or something. I bet it's miles to a bus.
(The DOCTOR examines the outside of the church.)
DOCTOR: Well, there doesn't seem to appear any Victorian restoration. I think it could be any time after the 16th century.
BEN: Only it's not. It's good old Nineteen Sixty-six.
DOCTOR: Well I don't think so, somehow...
(The DOCTOR is cut off as the main doors of the church open. An old man, the CHURCHWARDEN, points a blunderbuss at the DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Hold fast, I say!
POLLY: (Screams.) Oh, please. Would you put that gun away?!
CHURCHWARDEN: Hold thy tongue, lad!
(The CHURCHWARDEN takes note of the DOCTOR.)
CHURCHWARDEN: You seem to be a gentleman, but why on foot with these lads as company?
DOCTOR: Well, we stopped aside, sir, on our journey to walk along the cliffs and unfortunately we got lost.
CHURCHWARDEN: Thou art foreign?
DOCTOR: No, no. We don't come from this part of the country, hmm.
CHURCHWARDEN: And there's no more of ye than this?
DOCTOR: No, just the three of us. You see, we are travellers looking for shelter.
CHURCHWARDEN: And you came by road and not from the sea?
DOCTOR: No, sir. Not by sea.
(The CHURCHWARDEN puts the gun away.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Very well. I... I cannot give thee shelter but I can give thee sustenance and direction.
DOCTOR: Thank you.
CHURCHWARDEN: Come.
7. CHURCH, INTERIOR
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY enter the church and are directed to a place to sit by the CHURCHWARDEN. The CHURCHWARDEN turns away to get some drinks.)
BEN: Well, he's a right one. What gear's he got on?
DOCTOR: Yes, I'm afraid you're going to lose your bet, young man. That gentleman comes from the Seventeenth Century, hmm.
BEN: Seventeenth century?!
(The CHURCHWARDEN returns carrying a tray which holds a water jug, a bottle of brandy and cups.)
CHURCHWARDEN: There's the brandy.
POLLY: Oh, I... I'll just have a little water, thank you.
(The CHURCHWARDEN pours some water and gives it to POLLY. He offers the brandy to the DOCTOR and BEN.)
DOCTOR: No, we don't touch it. I wonder if you could direct us to the nearest inn. We seek shelter.
CHURCHWARDEN: In time. In good time. I don't know thee, do I?
DOCTOR: No, I don't think we've met before, no. Heh, hmm.
CHURCHWARDEN: Aye, 'tis true. And you've seen no others on the road?! No ships upon the sea?
BEN: Nah. Didn't see a blind thing. Expecting someone are ya?
CHURCHWARDEN: Speak when thee spoke to, Sir!
BEN: Well, I was only...
(The DOCTOR waves his arms at BEN.)
DOCTOR: Ah, Ben, Ben, Ben. (To CHURCHWARDEN.) No, sir. We met nobody and saw nothing. Ah... you... ah... expecting some friends, hmm?
CHURCHWARDEN: Avery's boys are no friends of mine. Never said that.
DOCTOR: (Whispers.) Avery?
(The CHURCHWARDEN takes notice of the DOCTOR's expression.)
CHURCHWARDEN: You know not that name?
(The DOCTOR shakes his head.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Ho, ho, ho. Then you're the happier for it.
DOCTOR: And you are expecting this Avery, hmm?
CHURCHWARDEN: Him? (Laughs.) Why, he's been buried these long years past. Ah, but his spirit rides. Aye, in the dark souls of those who follow in
his wake.
BEN: Was he a sailor?
CHURCHWARDEN: Who mentioned sailor?! What would I know about the sea?! I but tend this church.
POLLY: Are you a priest then?
CHURCHWARDEN: A priest? The word of God touched me too late, boy. I'm the Churchwarden here. Name of Joseph Longfoot - Christian.
DOCTOR: You appear to be afraid, sir. Can we help, hmm?
CHURCHWARDEN: Ye help? (Laughs.) Against Pike's hook? No, thee cannot help.
POLLY: Pike's hook, what's that?
CHURCHWARDEN: The blackest name I know boy. So never say it to me face again!
(The DOCTOR notices that the CHURCHWARDEN is holding his hand, apparently in some pain.)
DOCTOR: Oh your hand, sir. Are you in pain?
CHURCHWARDEN: Nah. 'Tis naught. The fingers but bend. It'll mend.
DOCTOR: Dislocated. Hmm, hmm.
(The DOCTOR grabs the CHURCHWARDEN's hand and jerks on the dislocated finger. The finger snaps back into place. The CHURCHWARDEN is amazed that he can move
all of his fingers again.)
CHURCHWARDEN: (Laughs.) Cured! Ha, ha. Oh your blessed hand is _____...
(The CHURCHWARDEN shakes the DOCTOR's hand.)
DOCTOR: Oh 'tis naught, 'tis naught, my dear chap. Have another drink. We must be on our way. Goodbye.
CHURCHWARDEN: Ah, ah... No, no, don't leave me yet.
BEN: Well we must go, we must get back to the...
(BEN spots the DOCTOR's warning look.)
BEN: ... to the beach!
CHURCHWARDEN: To the beach? There is no beach. The tide will be in.
BEN: The tide!
DOCTOR: Ah, yes, of course, I remember now. Yes, yes, yes. We have to wait until the tide recedes. Heh, heh.
POLLY: Come on, let's hurry.
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY start to walk towards the door.)
DOCTOR: (To the CHURCHWARDEN.) Ah, we could, of course, stay, ah, if you wish.
CHURCHWARDEN: No, this is no place for gentleman and lads. Go thy way.
(As the door opens, a thunderstorm can be heard in the distance.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Go quickly while ye may.
BEN: (Whispering to POLLY.) We must be in the 17th Century.
8. CHURCH, EXTERIOR
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY step outside. The DOCTOR turns to speak to the CHURCHWARDEN.)
DOCTOR: Well, thank you for your diligence, sir and, ah, the kindness of your...
CHURCHWARDEN: Thou... thou art a real gentleman. Go thy way quickly.
DOCTOR: Thank you. Thank you.
(The DOCTOR turns to leave.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Hey! A moment, sir.
(The DOCTOR turns to face the CHURCHWARDEN.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Eh, while at the inn, take care I say. Guard thy tongue. Think only of thy comfort and thy needs.
DOCTOR: We only need shelter for the night.
CHURCHWARDEN: Eh, heed my words. Be watchful.
DOCTOR: Thank you. Goodbye.
CHURCHWARDEN: Goodbye.
(The DOCTOR turns to leave again.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Hey! One more word, sir.
(The DOCTOR turns again to face the CHURCHWARDEN.)
CHURCHWARDEN: If you should come this way again and find me gone, remember these words. This is Deadman's secret key: Smallwood, Ringwood, Gurney.
DOCTOR: Eh, but what to, ah... What's the purpose, sir?
CHURCHWARDEN: It's a secret worth remembering...
DOCTOR: Yes...
CHURCHWARDEN: ...for this kindness...
DOCTOR: ...thank you. Thank you indeed...
(The DOCTOR points to the CHURCHWARDEN's hand.)
DOCTOR: ...and I think that's going to be all right now. Yes. Ye... heh, heh ...s. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye. (To POLLY and BEN.) Come along.
POLLY: Goodbye. Thank you.
CHURCHWARDEN: God bless.
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY walk off into the night. None of them see the bald seaman watching from behind cover. The seaman watches the DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY
walk away, then pulls out a knife and walks into the church.)
9. INN, EXTERIOR
(KEWPER the innkeeper, a burly unshaven man in his early 30s, comes out of the back door of his inn. KEWPER looks up at the grey and threatening sky.)
KEWPER: (Calls.) Tom!
(TOM, a ragged teenage stable-boy emerges from the nearby stables.)
TOM: Aye, Master?
(KEWPER beckons him closer.)
KEWPER: There's business afoot - a message for the Churchwarden tonight.
TOM: But I... I...
KEWPER: Go do as you're bid, boy!
TOM: Aye.
KEWPER: Tell him... tell him that Kewper has had word from friends.
TOM: Down the coast?
KEWPER: A delivery can be expected soon. I'll tell him further when I've made arrangements.
TOM: I'll tell him. Can I take the mare?
KEWPER: Aye, and go on now before the storm breaks.
(KEWPER walks back into his inn. TOM goes into to the stables and emerges riding a mare. TOM gallops away.)
10. INN, INTERIOR
(KEWPER enters the inn from the back. Around the inside of the inn's stone walls are booths, a bar at the far end with bottles and barrels, and a fireplace
with a fire. While KEWPER is cleaning glasses at the bar, the DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY enter the inn, soaked by the thunderstorm raging outside.)
DOCTOR: (Grunts.) Hmm, hmm, ho, ho, ho, ho. Uh! Are you, ah.... You're the landlord, I presume, hmm?
KEWPER: Aye, Jacob Kewper. And I've no rooms. We're full.
DOCTOR: Oh, we only want rooms for the night, my friend, hmm, hmm.
KEWPER: Strangers are not welcome in these parts. Nor are they always what they seem.
POLLY: That's more or less what the Churchwarden said.
DOCTOR: Yes.
KEWPER: Say that?
DOCTOR: The Churchwarden said that you could probably put us up for the night, ah, but it appears that he was wrong.
KEWPER: If he said that, you'll know his name.
DOCTOR: Longfoot, sir, Joseph Longfoot. Now, surely that name means something to you?
KEWPER: A friend of his is welcome, sir, but not so strange travellers. Your pardon, sir.
DOCTOR: Granted, granted. Now rooms, a meal, something hot for us. Surely that's possible?
KEWPER: It is, sir, and you'll be wanting dry clothes for the morning too ay?
DOCTOR: Ah, yes, yes indeed, yes. For the lads. And I think I shall be able to dry myself out with that lovely fire.
KEWPER: It'll be done, sir.
(KEWPER hurries away. The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY move to the fireplace.)
BEN: Well, my lad?
DOCTOR: (In background.) Thank you.
BEN: (Laughs.)
POLLY: Ha ha, very funny. I do wish everyone would stop calling me lad. It does make me feel very odd.
DOCTOR: Yes, should I think it better at the moment, my dear. What would they say to a maiden in trousers, hmm?
BEN: (Laughing.) Huh! Probably die laughing.
POLLY: You would think it funny. You and your bell-bottom sense of humour.
BEN: Oh, listen our little dolly-rocker Duchess, then!
DOCTOR: Eh, ch, ch, ch, watch your tongue, dear boy.
(KEWPER comes over and gives dry clothes to POLLY and BEN.)
KEWPER: I... I hope these will serve, man.
POLLY: Oh, thank you very much. Thank you. (To BEN.) Come on, help me sort these out.
BEN: Look, Doctor, what I want to know is how are you going to get us out of here?
DOCTOR: Oh, we shall return to the TARDIS, my boy, when the tide recedes and let's hope that we, ah, materialize in Nineteen Sixty-six.
POLLY: You don't sound very certain, Doctor.
DOCTOR: No, I'm afraid I'm not, my dear. More likely we shall probably land in the far distant future.
BEN: Oh great! The way things are going there probably won't be a navy when I get back.
DOCTOR: Hmm... Oh...
POLLY: Look Ben, for the moment we're in the seventeenth century - somehow. We'll just have to like it and lump it.
(POLLY passes BEN his share of the clothes.)
POLLY: Here you are.
BEN: Oh, OK.
(BEN looks around.)
BEN: Well, it's a nice old pub anyway isn't it. Yeah, and I'll bet the beer's better than they serve nowadays.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think they're somewhat suspicious of us, hmm, hmm.
POLLY: They certainly don't seem to like strangers, do they?
BEN: Yeah, I wonder why?
DOCTOR: Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that, my dear, because I don't think we're going to be here long enough to find that out!
11. CHURCH, INTERIOR
(In the church, the CHURCHWARDEN is drunk and staggering up a darkened flight of steps. The CHURCHWARDEN is carrying a lantern and singing a little song.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Oh, rob great ships on every sea! Heh. Oh pill-head crews without mercy! (Laughs.)
(The CHURCHWARDEN turns a corner and runs right into CHERUB, the evil-looking bald man who was watching outside earlier.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Master Cherub!
CHERUB: It's nice to see an old shipmate again, eh, Joe? We had good times aboard The Albatross when you was mate, ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: Them days is gone and past.
CHERUB: Ah, but not forgotten, not by your old friends, Joe.
CHURCHWARDEN: I'm no friend of yours. I'm Churchwarden here. A Christian man!
CHERUB: (Laughing.) You always had the leaning towards the Good Book. Holy Joe Longfoot, mate of the Black Albatross!
CHURCHWARDEN: No more I'm not!
CHERUB: We miss you matey. But most of all does the Captain.
CHURCHWARDEN: The Captain... Captain Pike?!
CHERUB: You owes him something matey. He wants what's his.
CHURCHWARDEN: I got naught what his.
CHERUB: If you ain't got it, you knows it's whereabouts. Avery's gold!
CHURCHWARDEN: No Christian man'd touch it.
CHERUB: We ain't all like you, Holy Joe, we ain't all afraid of the curse that's on it - and it's ours by right!
CHURCHWARDEN: 'Tis no man's right!
CHERUB: We'll decide that when we get the loot.
CHURCHWARDEN: Ha! You'll never find it.
(CHERUB pulls out his knife.)
CHERUB: Won't we Joe, my old matey? Ain't you gonna to tell me, ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: You can't threaten me. I got friends here - powerful friends.
CHERUB: They need to be to better Pike.
CHURCHWARDEN: Well, don't you think they couldn't!
CHERUB: Where's your friends now, eh? Gone? The old man and his two lads, what does he know, ay?!
CHURCHWARDEN: Know? Know nothing, I directed him on his way.
CHERUB: Where to? Where to, say I?!
(CHERUB puts the knife to the CHURCHWARDEN's throat.)
CHURCHWARDEN: To the inn, for shelter.
CHERUB: Who was he? What's he to you, ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: A passing traveller, on his way.
CHERUB: No matey, I saw you a-whispering something in his ear. What was you saying to him, ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: Nothing.
CHERUB: Joe, you wouldn't be trying to sell what you know to some strangers, ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: You can rot in hell!
(The CHURCHWARDEN makes a sudden move for his blunderbuss, hung on a nearby hook. CHERUB throws his knife. The knife strikes the CHURCHWARDEN between the
shoulder blades. The CHURCHWARDEN cries out and then falls.)
CHERUB: You're a fool, Joe Longfoot. But before you goes to join your mates, tell me what I want to know. Speak up!
CHURCHWARDEN: Avery's curse on you - you black villain.
CHERUB: Speak, damn your eyes!
(The CHURCHWARDEN dies.)
CHERUB: It wouldn't be like you to go to Davy Jones' silent, matey. So I reckon we best get on to that old fella and get our hooks into him.
(CHERUB leaves.)
12. INN
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY have just finished a meal.)
BEN: Now, that's better!
POLLY: Hmm. Rain stopped.
BEN: Here, I've seen a few shady customers in my time, but this crowd beats the lot.
POLLY: They're fantastic, aren't they?
(BEN turns to speak to a party of customers.)
BEN: Evening!
(The party stares at BEN and POLLY.)
CUSTOMER: Evening.
(The party of customers turns their back on BEN and POLLY.)
BEN: Cheerful lot Doctor, aren't they?
DOCTOR: I think we would do well to remember the Churchwarden's words.
BEN: What? Old rough neck?
DOCTOR: To keep our thoughts only on ourselves.
POLLY: I wonder why though? Do you suppose they're up...
(The main door opens and a rain-soaked TOM enters the room and runs up to KEWPER.)
TOM: Sir! Sir! Quickly! Help!
(There is muttering in the background. KEWPER drags TOM over into the corner.)
KEWPER: What's the trouble, lad?
TOM: The Churchwarden, master Kewper.
KEWPER: Well, what of him, drunk was he, as usual?
TOM: No sir, he was dead.
KEWPER: Dead? How?
TOM: Knifed in the back. He was smiling.
KEWPER: Was he now?
TOM: And the door was burst wide open. No sign of no one though.
KEWPER: No one else of our lads have been down there this night.
TOM: The strangers were though.
KEWPER: Aye, and who else would want to kill Joseph Longfoot, ay?
TOM: None as I know of round here. He'd no money, no enemies, neither.
KEWPER: Word's got to be passed on. You'd best tell your tale to the Squire. Ask him to come here as Magistrate.
TOM: Bring him here, sir?
KEWPER: As fast as the horse can go. Away with you now.
(TOM rushes out the back door. The DOCTOR and BEN have been listening. POLLY, however, is dozing by the fire.)
POLLY: (Yawning.) Oh, sorry.
(Suddenly the main door opens again. This time a group of seamen enter the room. CHERUB, their leader, spots the DOCTOR and walks toward him.)
CHERUB: I want you, old fella.
DOCTOR: I beg your pardon, sir?
CHERUB: Don't you come the gent with me, matey. We're going to have words together, you and me.
(CHERUB grabs the DOCTOR's arm intending to pull him to his feet.)
BEN: Get your dirty hands off him, mate.
(CHERUB releases the DOCTOR. CHERUB pulls a knife on BEN.)
CHERUB: Do what, lad?
BEN: I said lay off. What's he done to you?
DOCTOR: I don't think I've set eyes on you before in my life, man.
CHERUB: No, but we have a mutual acquaintance though.
DOCTOR: And what do you mean?
CHERUB: Joseph Longfoot.
BEN: Well, the Churchwarden.
DOCTOR: Yes, he merely tried to help us. Eh, barely an acquaintance.
CHERUB: Was, you mean.
(CHERUB mimes a throat-cutting gesture.)
CHERUB: You see, him and me, we had a little bit of a tizzie like, mate. (Spits and chuckles.)
POLLY: (Whispers.) Dead.
CHERUB: The trouble was, he forgot to give me an urgent message before he passed over. But he spoke to you didn't he, ay?
DOCTOR: And how do you know all this, sir?!
CHERUB: 'Cause I was keepin' look-out, that's why.
BEN: Well, you're wrong, see.
CHERUB: Well, what I want is what he told him, so speak up, old fella!
POLLY: L... Leave the Doctor alone.
(A seaman grabs POLLY and covers her mouth.)
POLLY: Oh! Oh!
CHERUB: Oh, Doctor ay? Well, sawbones, speak up, or do I have to make you?
(BEN jumps CHERUB but is clubbed over the head by a seaman. BEN falls unconscious to the floor.)
DOCTOR: Don't harm them!
(CHERUB pulls the DOCTOR to his feet.)
CHERUB: Well! Come quietly then.
DOCTOR: And where are you taking me?
CHERUB: (Laughing.) You wait and see, sawbones. (To a seaman.) Daniel!
(The DOCTOR is prodded towards the door. POLLY is thrown to the floor.)
13. INN, EXTERIOR
(The DOCTOR is carried out, placed in the back of a cart, and covered with hay. Two seamen take up the reins and the cart exits at high speed.)
14. INN, INTERIOR
(POLLY listens as CHERUB talks to the other seamen.)
CHERUB: Go on before to the beach, ya scum!
(The seamen leave with the DOCTOR. POLLY checks on BEN's condition.)
CHERUB: (In background.) And go quickly!
POLLY: Help, somebody! Help!
(KEWPER comes over to POLLY with some of his customers.)
POLLY: Help me! Please, help me! The Doctor, they've taken him!
KEWPER: Who has? Who's taken him?
POLLY: Those men! They were terrible and they've hurt Ben! You must help me!
KEWPER: Why, is he bad then, this lad?
POLLY: He's bleeding!
KEWPER: Huh?
(KEWPER examines BEN.)
KEWPER: He's not dead though. Here, take his feet, lad.
(BEN is carried over to a chair. POLLY looks after him. KEWPER and some of his customers talk quietly together. Then KEWPER returns to POLLY.)
KEWPER: Don't you worry, lad. Squire'll be here soon.
POLLY: The Squire?! What can he do? I want to get the Doctor back safely.
KEWPER: The Squire's the law in these parts, cub. And guard your tongue when talking to your elders.
POLLY: (Sobbing) But you don't understand. They were threatening to kill the Doctor.
(KEWPER turns and walks out of the inn.)
15. CLIFF
(The DOCTOR is forced into a small boat and is rowed out to sea. Through the driving rain, a sailing ship can be seen anchored in the bay.)
16. INN, EXTERIOR
(KEWPER stands waiting on the doorstep of the inn. The SQUIRE rides up on his fine black horse, followed by TOM on his mare. TOM takes the SQUIRE's reins and
leads both of the horses into the stables.)
SQUIRE: What's this I hear Jacob, ay?
KEWPER: Trouble, Squire. Strangers.
SQUIRE: Oh, let's deal with it then!
(The SQUIRE and KEWPER enter the inn.)
17. INN, INTERIOR
(POLLY kneels by BEN, desperately trying to revive him. KEWPER and the SQUIRE enter via the main door.)
POLLY: Ben...
SQUIRE: (To KEWPER.) Now then... So these are your strangers, eh?
KEWPER: Aye, Squire, and this one's wounded.
(KEWPER points to BEN. The SQUIRE looks at the wound. TOM enters via the back door.)
SQUIRE: Hmm? Oh, aye. He'll need binding. Tom.
TOM: Sir?
SQUIRE: Fetch cloth and water - and a drop of brandy.
KEWPER: (Under his breath.) Oh... I don't...
SQUIRE: Kewper!
KEWPER: Oh aye, Squire. Go Tom.
(TOM leaves.)
POLLY: Will he be all right?
SQUIRE: Aye, boy, he will. Now, tell me, where's your Master?
POLLY: He's been kidnapped. You've got to save him.
SQUIRE: Kidnapped? And who are the ruffians who did this, ay?
POLLY: Well, there were four of them...
SQUIRE: (Interrupting.) Before you tell me this tale, tell me about yourself.
POLLY: Me?! But the Doctor's the...
SQUIRE: Doctor? Oh, aye him. Well, let's not beat about the bush. I want to know who the three of you are and where you've come from?
POLLY: But the Doctor will be killed if you don't do...
KEWPER: Speak when the Squire tells you.
SQUIRE: (To POLLY.) If you want help, I want the truth. Sit a minute. Well?
(The Squire leaves the bar with KEWPER. TOM arrives with a bowl of water and some clean rags. KEWPER returns and gives POLLY a mug of brandy.)
18. SHIP
(The DOCTOR, CHERUB and the seamen climb on board the sailing ship.)
CHERUB: Come, my beauty, I'll take you to the Captain. You'll find he likes a little conversation with a fine gentleman like yourself. (Laughs.)
(Two seamen grab the DOCTOR's arms and prod him towards the cabin door.)
19. INN, INTERIOR
(POLLY gives BEN some brandy. BEN begins to come around.)
BEN: Oh, blimey, my head! Well, what happened? Well, where's the Doctor?
POLLY: (Whispering.) Ben, he's been taken and we're in trouble.
BEN: Eh? How?
(POLLY points to the SQUIRE.)
POLLY: The big man over there, he's the Squire. And he insists on knowing who we are and where we're from?
BEN: Oh, you haven't told him?
POLLY: Well, of course not, but he won't help us if we don't speak.
(The SQUIRE walks over to BEN and POLLY.)
SQUIRE: (To BEN.) So, you've come to, have you? I've told your young friend here, I want information. He's refused to give it to me. I demand
to be told the truth.
BEN: You'll get it when you got the Doctor back.
KEWPER: You speak civil to the Squire.
BEN: Well, why don't you all do something!? Don't just stand there.
SQUIRE: Be silent, sir! I hold you both to be knaves and rogues and of highly suspicious intent. And as Magistrate of this Borough, I'm hereby arresting
both of you.
BEN: Arresting us? What for?
SQUIRE: For the murder of the Churchwarden. And for this villainous deed you'll be imprisoned until the next Assizes, and there punished accordingly.
20. PIKE's CABIN
(Outside the cabin, CHERUB knocks on the door.)
PIKE: (Out of view.) Enter!
(The DOCTOR, CHERUB and two seamen enter the ship's cabin. The cabin is lavishly furnished and decorated. There are silk hangings and, in one corner, a
cushioned day-bed. In the center of the room is a carved oak table littered with bottles, goblets and the remains of a meal. Behind the table is PIKE, a massive
black-bearded man, luxuriously dressed in the clothes of a fine gentleman. PIKE is holding a glass of wine in his left hand while his other hand is hidden
beneath the table.)
PIKE: Cherub! What in hell's name have you dragged in here now?
DOCTOR: I demand...
PIKE: (Interrupting.) Silence!
CHERUB: Holy Joe's dead, Captain. Dead before he tell his secret.
PIKE: What's that ye say?
CHERUB: But before he died he spoke with this old sawbones here.
PIKE: Ah!
CHERUB: The sawbones won't talk. Not to me.
PIKE: (To the DOCTOR.) Well, by thunder, ye'll talk to me! Or my name's not Samuel Pike!
(PIKE whips his right arm from beneath the table and slams it down on the table revealing a gleaming steel hook in place of a hand.)
(The series' theme music begins. White credits scroll up over the ending scene. The scene fades to a black background as the white credits continue to scroll
up.)
Next Episode
Dr. Who
WILLIAM HARTNELL
Polly
ANNEKE WILLS
Ben
MICHAEL CRAZE
Cherub
GEORGE A. COOPER
Squire
PAUL WHITSUN-JONES
Captain Pike
MICHAEL GODFREY
Tom
MIKE LUCAS
Jacob Kewper
DAVID BLAKE KELLY
Churchwarden
TERENCE DE MARNEY
Spaniard
DEREK WARE
Title Music by
RON GRAINER
and the BBC
RADIOPHONIC WORKSHOP
Story Editor
GERRY DAVIS
Designer
RICHARD HUNT
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Producer
INNES LLOYD
(The producer credit fades out. The director credit and BBC logo fade in.)
Directed by
JULIA SMITH
(c) BBC tv 1966
(The BBC logo fades out to the black background. The series theme music ends.)