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Planet of Giants

By Louis Marks


(Ian ventures out of the briefcase where he and Barbara have found themselves again, Barbara joins him. Ian squints into the distance.)

IAN: Barbara, heís standing at the sink. I can see him standing at the sink. Heís turned the tap on!


(The Doctor and Susan huddle together in beneath the plug as they hear water flood the sink above them.)

DOCTOR: Quickly Susan, into the overflow pipe!

(The Doctor and Susan rush over to the small crevice to the side of the pipe.)


(Smithers fills the sink half full and washes his hands. He then pulls out the plug and walks off. With a gurgling sound the water spirals away into the drain.)


(Susan and the Doctor press themselves against the far wall in the safety of the overflow pipe as a torrent of water gushes downwards. After the water has gone Susan breathes a sigh of relief.)

DOCTOR: Theyíve put the plug back in again.
SUSAN: Oh at least weíre safe here.
DOCTOR: Yeah. If they fill that sink with any more water...
SUSAN: Yes of course! Itíll come in here, down the overflow pipe!
DOCTOR: Exactly!


(Ian and Barbara huddle behind the dish of seeds. They hear a long drawn out series of low thuds.)

IAN: Iím getting used to these sounds. I think that last one must have been the door closing.
BARBARA: Are you sure they have gone?
IAN: Iím not sure of anything Barbara.
BARBARA: Ian, the Doctor and Susan, they must have been drowned.
IAN: We donít know. We must go and find out.

(Ian moves across over to the sinktop, skips over the edge of the sink and climbs down the plug-chain. Barbara moves to follow him. She struggles a little at the top, Ian keeps climbing down.)

IAN VO: Stay up there if you want to.
BARBARA: No Iím coming with you.
IAN VO: Alright.
BARBARA: Hey, you go on.

(Ian reaches sink level and looks up. Satisfying himself that Barbara is alright, he moves to the plughole and peers down. Seeing nothing he walks around and peers down again. Barbara lands and moves over to where Ian is kneeling peering into the gaping maw of the plughole.)

BARBARA: Anything?
IAN: No. Too dark to see. Iím afraid thereís not much hope Barbara.

(They get up and Barbara walks across the sink a little dazed.)

BARBARA: What do we do? I mean, thatís it, what can we do?

(A familiar voice interrupts the morbid silence.)

SUSAN: Knew theyíd be alright Grandfather!
IAN: I donít believe it!
DOCTOR: There we are you see, my friends. You canít get rid of us as easily as all that, eh!

(Susan laughs as she, Barbara and Ian helps Doctor up and they reunite themselves.)


(Smithers is sitting in an armchair smoking a cigarette and Forester is sitting at a desk. Forester holds up a sheaf of papers.)

FORESTER: Yeah...there we are. The report is ready.
SMITHERS: Alright. Well what are you doing now?
FORESTER: The report itself isnít final enough, Farrow would have telephoned it in to his department.
SMITHERS: But you canít do that! Youíll give yourself away! Theyíll know it isnít him speaking!
FORESTER: You leave this side of it to me.

(Forester hushes Smithers with a wave of his hand.)


(The interior of the Post office is a muddle, quite plainly spilling into the living space of the house. On the rear wall is a set of half filled pigeon holes, and a stack of crates and various rolls of paper. Through the door is the back of the post office counter. To the front of the room there is a relatively clear desk accommodating an assortment of paper and rubber stamps and chair upon which a policemanís jacket is draped. Beside a large piece of telephone-exchange equipment in the corner a woman of autumnal years sits reading a paper. As the machine buzzes repeatedly, she lays aside her paper and plugs a receiver into the exchange.)

HILDA: Stranger operator here. Hello? Yes. London, yes... Whitehall. W-H-I. Yeah.


FORESTER: ...Eight-seven. Thank you.
SMITHERS: How do you know who to speak to?
FORESTER: Iíve been dealing with these people for years.


HILDA: Three-eight-seven? Yes, hold on, Iíve a call for you. Go ahead please.

(In the background a rather portly ďDixon of Dock-GreenĒ type shambles through the back of the post office counter, and enters the exchange room, adjusting at the sleeves of his neat white shirt.)


FORESTER: Hello is Mr Whitmore there please? Arnold Farrow speaking. Yes. Oh hello, how are you? Good, Iíll hold on.

(He covers the receiver with his hand.)

FORESTER: The secretary asked me how I was. Told you it would be alright!


(Hilda is sitting at the exchange idly listening in to the call.)

HILDA: Doesnít sound like Mr Farrow at all!

(The man takes the Policemanís jacket from the chair and pulls it on.)


FORESTER: The tests are very satisfactory, Iím sending in my report. Hah-ha, yes it is a bad line isnít it? Well... I would say that DN6 as they call it is about a sixty percent improvement on normal insecticide. Yes, I know Iím not usually so enthusiastic, but this is really extraordinary! Mm, crossing over to France tonight. And Iíll send in the report, will you send in the authorisation? Good, Iíll tell Forester. Yes, goodbye.
FORESTER: Perfect. As soon as they get the r-report, weíll get the go ahead.


(A little way along the table Ian comes across a huge writing pad covered in scribbles.)

IAN: Certainly wasnít here before.
SUSAN: Half drawing and half writing. Ian itís a formula!
IAN: Yes, I believe youíre right Susan!
BARBARA: Do you think itís the formula to the insecticide, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Perhaps.
BARBARA: Well if it is it can tell us what weíre fighting against, we might even find a cure.
DOCTOR: A cure?! Whatís the good of that?
BARBARA: I dunno...
IAN: Well neither do I, if weíre going to do anything at all we must stop it!
SUSAN: Yes, Ianís right, Barbara. You only need a cure if someoneís infected, what weíve got to do it to stop it being produced.
BARBARA: Yes alright!
DOCTOR: Well I think we should take a closer look at this oversized document, the more we know about the enemy, the better.
IAN: Well those things up there are definitely molecular structures.
DOCTOR: Yes youíre quite right, my boy. I only wish I could see it more with a whole...
BARBARA: Well couldnít we, ah, lever it up in some way, stand back and have a look at it?
DOCTOR: Mm-mm.
SUSAN: Yes, it would be like a huge advertising poster wouldnít it?
IAN: Iím afraid itís far too heavy, weíd never lift it.
DOCTOR: Let me have the notebook, child. No, we shall have to make a map of this. Now Chesterton, you start marking off a section with your feet, will you?
IAN: Yeah.
DOCTOR: And Susan and Barbara, I want you to call out to me what you see written beneath you.

(Fades to black, then fades in again with the Doctor examining his notebook curiously.)

DOCTOR: Yes, yes. This is the insecticide quite clearly. A bit rough of course, but it tells us the story.

(The Doctor hands the book to Ian who examines it.)

IAN: Yeah. Iím not very well up in this Doctor, but, er, isnít that phosphoric acid?

(The Doctor points to the book.)

DOCTOR: Now this indicates the amount of organic esters...
IAN: Yeah, and this is mineral nitrates...
DOCTOR: Mm-hm.
IAN: And... Ah, thatís about as far as I go Iím afraid.
DOCTOR: My dear boy this formulaís quite clear look, with one vital difference. The inventor has made the insecticide everlasting!
SUSAN: That means it would seep into the soil.
IAN: Get into the drinking water.
BARBARA: Er, what about human beings?
DOCTOR: Well given sufficient quantity of course itís capable of killing human beings.
BARBARA: Yes, if-if they drink and eat infected food and water.
DOCTOR: Yes, or even coming in contact with it.
IAN: Penetrating the skin to get into the bloodstream.
BARBARA: Oh then why do we go on just sitting..!
DOCTOR: Now, now, now, my dear. Gently, gently.
BARBARA: Iím sorry.
SUSAN: Barbara, are you alright?
BARBARA: Yes, I-I feel a bit giddy. I-I think I must be hungry.
DOCTOR: Now thereís another point to consider my dear boy, eating - we canít! Even if we do find food here.
IAN: Yes, well, the less we talk about food the more Iíll like it.
DOCTOR: We can go back to the sink of course, the water in the tap is quite safe.
IAN: Well, thereís no need for all of us to go. Iíll go and fetch some.
DOCTOR: Ah, but I want to go into that direction. You see, thereís something over there that might be the solution to all this business.
IAN: Oh whatís that?
DOCTOR: A telephone, my dear, mm?
IAN: Ah. Come on then, letís go.

(Fades to black.)


(We fade in to the TARDIS crew standing before an ordinary black bakelite telephone that could happily house one or two families inside it. To one side is a gaping hole where a cloth wire is fed into the body of the phone, and to the side, bunches and bunches of extension is piled up beside the phone in a spongy staircase.)

IAN: Mm, itís climbable.
SUSAN: Yes. The thing is my boy, how heavy is that receiver mm?
IAN: Ehh.
SUSAN: Grandfather,

(Barbara and Susan walk over carrying a cork between them.)

SUSAN: I think Iíve got just the thing, look. We can push this underneath the receiver.
BARBARA: Yes, there are..there are, there are lots more over there.

(Barbara wobbles on her feet.)

IAN: Hey, are you alright?
BARBARA: Yes, Iím fine. I told you, I havenít eaten for ages, I-I think thatís what it must be. Donít make a fuss!
IAN: Well Susan, ah, you and I will do the climbing, eh?
SUSAN: Yes alright.
IAN: Ah, Doctor?
IAN: Pass this up to Susan, and she can then pass it on up to me.
DOCTOR: Very well.
IAN: Right, Iíll get started.

(Ian and Susan climb up the mounds of cloth telephone wire by the side of the phone.)

SUSAN: Can you manage alright?
IAN: Yes, I can make it.
DOCTOR: Oh, er, oh Barbara, would you mind bringing another one of these, please?

(He hefts a cork on his own, and with a very great effort he heaves it up to Susan who struggles it up to Ian.)

DOCTOR: Ah, thanks my dear. You look very tired.
BARBARA: Yes I am a bit.
DOCTOR: Well we can manage. You just sit down and rest for a while, mm?

(Ian stands high up on the telephone plate opposite the receiver, and places the first cork down and dusts his hands.)

IAN: Right youíd better all come up now.
SUSAN VO: COMING! Grandfather! Barbara!

(The Doctor and Susan appear up on the plate.)

DOCTOR: Do you think er, we three could manage eh?
IAN: Why?
DOCTOR: Well, I donít think Barbaraís quite up to it.
IAN: Oh alright, well we can try.
BARBARA: Itís alright, Iím here.
IAN: Ah good. Now listen Susan, weíre going to try and lift this end.
SUSAN: Mm-hm.
IAN: Now you, when we get it lifted up, push this cork underneath.
SUSAN: Alright.
IAN: Alright.
IAN: Now, you ready?
DOCTOR: Yes yes yes yes.
IAN: Barbara?
IAN: Right, now, lift!

(They all heave at the telephone receiver, but it doesnít budge. They heave again and it wobbles.)


(The left end of the telephone moves slightly.)


IAN: Quickly!

(Just as they are about to drop the receiver again, Susan slips a cork under it. They all breathe again in succession.)

IAN: Ah!
SUSAN: Oh goodness!
IAN: Right,
IAN: Weíll try the other end now. Now we...

(Ian moves to the opposite end and lifts the cork up.)

IAN: Uh.. There, there we are! Same thing Susan.

(Susan holds the cork in place.)

SUSAN: Uh, thank you, thank...
IAN: Ready now? Lift!


(The right end of the telephone moves this time.)


SUSAN: Uh..Right..oh!
IAN: Oh!
SUSAN: Uh! Oh. We did it!

(Susan and the others rest for a while, all exhausted by the effort of lifting the receiver a little way.)


(The telephone exchange begins to buzz again, Bert is trying to read a paper, but not having much success.)

BERT: Hilda! Come and answer this thing, itís driving me mad!

(Hilda glances at the equipment as she enters.)

HILDA: Itís the old farmhouse again.

(She sits down and struggles the headset on, then plugs herself in.)

HILDA: Hello? Ah... What number do you want?


(Still on the plate, the three yell into the mouthpiece of the receiver as loud as they can and Barbara listens into the earpiece.)


(They stop for a moment, but Barbara doesnít really understand.)

IAN: Any luck?
BARBARA: No... No nothing at all.

(Barbara pants heavily and falls to the floor of the receiver-plate.)

IAN: We canít have failed after having tried so hard!
DOCTOR: Yes Iím afraid that we have, and itís my fault. I thought it was worth trying!

(He shakes his head sadly.)

IAN: Well we must try again!

(He waves a dissuading hand.)

SUSAN: Oh Ian, I donít think Itíll do any good.
IAN: Well we must try, we must try! Iíll go and tell Barbara.

(The Doctor Nods silently and Ian walks across the phone. Barbara is sitting down looking at her green stained hands trying to work off the insecticide with Ianís handkerchief, but not succeeding. She looks about to burst into tears when Ian turns up.)

IAN: Hey! Youíve been overdoing things.
BARBARA: Yes... Yes, I-I think I have.
IAN: Iíll go and get you some water itíll freshen you up, eh?
BARBARA: Thank you

(He moves to take the handkerchief, but Barbara snatches it away.)

BARBARA: What are you doing?
IAN: I want your handkerchief. I was going to...
IAN: Whatís the matter?
BARBARA: You canít have it, you mustnít touch it!
IAN: Barbara!

(The Doctor and Susan join them.)

BARBARA: No-one must touch...

(She keels over in a dead faint.)

SUSAN: Barbara!

(Very carefully the Doctor pulls out a pencil and picks up the handkerchief with it, he gives it a sniff and so does Ian.)

DOCTOR: There, itís the same aroma! Insecticide. You didnít eat or drink anything?
IAN: Well no, certainly not!

(The Doctor takes hold of one of Barbaraís wrists and examines her hand.)

DOCTOR: Shes got insecticide on her hands, she touched it.
IAN: Well she never told me, I never saw her do this! I... She did borrow my handkerchief.
DOCTOR: Where were you then?
IAN: By that pile of seeds.
DOCTOR: Yes you sh, you see, sheís got it on her hands! And she rubbed it off on your handkerchief!
SUSAN: Oh... Why didnít she tell us?!
IAN: You can help her canít you Doctor?
SUSAN: Grandfather we can do something canít we?

(Barbaraís eyes flick open.)

BARBARA: What happened? D-did I..?
IAN: You fainted, thatís all.
BARBARA: The insecticide... Is that why I feel like this?
DOCTOR: Yes. You got some of it on your hands and you didnít us tell anything about it! It was very wrong of you wasnít it?

(Barbara sits up.)

BARBARA: Am I... Am I?
DOCTOR: No-no-no, no this little attack...experience is only temporary.
SUSAN: Oh take it easy Barbara,

(The Doctor moves aside as Susan helps Barbara over to one side .)

DOCTOR: Look out.
SUSAN: Come on Barbara take it easy
IAN: Well what can we do for her?
DOCTOR: Well itís urgent that we get her back to normal size, but, ah, at the moment her protective cells are too small to cope with the molecules of poison in her bloodstream. But if we can, that dosage of insecticide will be seventy times less dangerous, practically nothing at all!
IAN: Are you sure?
DOCTOR: Yes Iím quite sure. But we must get her back to the ship.
IAN: What are we waiting for?

(He moves over to Barbara.)

IAN: How are you feeling?
BARBARA: Ooh..a bit ropey. Ooh, could do with a glass of water.
IAN: Weíre going to take you back to the ship.
BARBARA: Alright, just give me a minute.
IAN: Come on Barbara, weíve got a long way to go.

(He turns to the Doctor.)

IAN: You can get us back to normal size?
DOCTOR: Oho, yes! of course I can dear boy, yes, course I can...

(Ian wanders off again. The Doctor sucks in his cheeks and looks concerned.)

DOCTOR: I hope.


(Forester picks up the receiver of the telephone, and taps the plate a few times, puffing on a cigarette.)

FORESTER: What the devilís wrong with this phone?!

(He puts the receiver down, and jams a cigarette into his mouth, deep in thought.)


IAN: Barbara, youíre ill. Youíve got to let us take you back to the ship. You could die!

(He turns to the Doctor.)

IAN: Doctor make her see some sense!
DOCTOR: Thereís nothing I can say dear boy. Barbaraís quite right.
IAN: Susan?

(Susan turns and hugs Barbara.)

BARBARA: Ian we must find a way to stop this, we must!


(Forester slams the phone down onto the plate.)

FORESTER: Any other phones around here?
SMITHERS: Uh? Oh, yes, thereís one in the lab next to the sink.
FORESTER: Maybe thatís where the trouble is. Perhaps the phoneís off the hook or something?
SMITHERS: Yes, Iíll..Iíll go and see.

(He moves off.)

SMITHERS: I want to have a look at Farrowís notes.

(Smithers leaves apparently not hearing him. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws his spudgun, flipping open the chamber, and then closing it again.)


DOCTOR: Yeah, thatís it, weíll cause trouble! Start a fire, my boy!
IAN: Yes... Can we start a big enough one to do any real damage?
DOCTOR: Well we can try anyway. Hah-ha, thereís nothing like a good fire eh? Ha-ha-ha... Mm, hm-hm.

(He looks amused.)

IAN: What do you think Barbara
BARBARA: I think itís a good idea. If we could manage to start a fire it would certainly attract people here.
SUSAN: Yes! Theyíd might find that manís body!


(Smithers and Forester walk from the door of the house to the door of the laboratory, and Smithers unlocks the door.)


(Ian Looks up and sees a gas tap.)

IAN: Gas! Thatís it!
SUSAN: Whatís it?
IAN: If we could only turn it on.
SUSAN: Well then what?
IAN: Iíll soon show you.

(They hear a low rumbling sound and the all freeze like startled rabbits.)

SUSAN: W-look out!
IAN: Quick, behind this water tap!

(They all scurry behind the tap.)


(Smithers and Forester enter the lab.)


(The TARDIS crew slide behind a tap with their backs firmly pressed against the metal.)


(Forester heads straight for the phone. He takes out the corks and examines one.)

FORESTER: Who put these under the phone?

(Smithers sniff his fingers.)

SMITHERS: DN6..itís DN6!

(He wipes his hands on a cloth.)

FORESTER: Come on, I want an explanation! Why did you put these under the phone to stop me using it?!

(The phone begins to ring.)

SMITHERS: Oh thatís not important now!
FORESTER: Of course itís important!
SMITHERS: Will you LISTEN to me?!

(Forester picks up the phone.)


HILDA: O-oh youíve replaced your receiver have you Mr Smithers?
FORESTER: This isnít Mr Smithers. The extension was left off, Iím sorry.
HILDA: Is that Mr Farrow?


FORESTER: Farrow? No.
HILDA: Oh the other gentleman, I see. Only Iíve a call for Mr Farrow.
FORESTER: Oh, er..just a minute.


BERT: Do you think that you ought to be doing this Hilda?
HILDA: Shh, listen.


(Forester places a handkerchief over the receiver.)

FORESTER: Farrow here. Who is this?


(Hilda cover the microphone with her hand.)

HILDA: Díyou see, itís the same man!
BERT: Get him to talk a bit more.


HILDA: Mr Farrow, Iíve got a London call for you. Will you accept the charges?


FORESTER: London? Oh, er... Yes, er, alright.
HILDA: Hold on please.
BERT: Mm, yes, they do sound alike, I must say that. Perhaps I had better go up there..
HILDA: H-hello, er, Mr Farrow.


HILDA: Iím sorry, London has broken the connection, perhaps theyíll call again?
FORESTER: Oh, er very well. Thank you.

(He replaces his receiver.)


HILDA: Bert, itís the same man, no doubt about it!
BERT: Well, weíll soon find out.

(He puts on his Policemanís helmet and walks out.)


(Forester mops his face with his handkerchief, and goes out of the lab.)


(Smithers is tending to the plants in the garden, he looks up a little worried at something heís seen.)


(The Doctor and Susan are tugging at the lever of a gas tap.)

SUSAN: Ooh I, er, think itís moving a bit...
DOCTOR: Now come on, all together!

(Barbara joins in.)

DOCTOR: Wai.. Itís coming.


(Ian is wrestling with a match trying to turn it over so that it faces the right way for striking. Susan runs over and joins him.)

IAN: Huh?
SUSAN: The tapís ready to turn on now.
IAN: Good. Now, Susan, Iíve wedged the matchbox against a knothole. What weíre going to do is run at the side.
SUSAN: Mm. Oh, like using a battering ram!
IAN: Yes, thatís the idea. (He smiles.)
IAN: Come on, get a hold of this.
SUSAN: Right.

(She grabs the end of the enormous match.)


DOCTOR: Yes, I.. I think thatís got it in about the right angle in this gas jet, mm.
BARBARA: Well all weíll succeed in doing is just melting this tin.
DOCTOR: No no no no, Iíve had a good look at this. This is pressurised, itís a spray kind. Our problem will be..will be, er, to get away, to get away far enough to, er...when it explodes.
BARBARA: Explodes?
DOCTOR: Oh yes, itís going to explode. And when it does itíll go off..well, to us, a-a thousand pound bomb!


SMITHERS: Itís killed everything. Everything!

(Behind his crouched form, a pair of neatly suited legs appears from the cottage.)

FORESTER: Smithers!

(Smithers turns.)


(The Doctor is watching Ian and Susan trying to light their match. They take a run up and strike the box from the side, but they barely scrape it and the match remains unlit.)

DOCTOR: No no no, dear boy, try hitting the box at a sharper angle, more force, more pith!
IAN: Doctor, have you ever tried to lift one of these things?
SUSAN: Come on Ian, lets try again.

(Ian and Susan take a run up with the match.

SUSAN VO: Charge!

(As the Doctor and Barbara look on from the gas tap there is an almighty crackle and their faces are lit up.)

BARBARA: They did it!
DOCTOR: Yes! Come on, letís light the gas tap...turn it on!

(He and Barbara both tug the lever.)

IAN: Turn it down a bit, you donít want us burned alive! Uh, Doctor, Barbara, get behind that tap. Get behind...thatís it. Take it easy now, breathe.

(He and Susan walk the match slowly towards the tap...)


(The lit end of the match edges closer to the leaking tap. Suddenly a gout of flame spews from the nozzle onto the can.)


FORESTER: And then he told me he couldnít authorise DN6! I had too much money sunk into it. I had to kill him. Once Iíd started I had to see it through, all the way!

(He produces his stubby weapon from the confines of his jacket and waves it menacingly at Smithers.)


(The Doctor is watching the flame.)

DOCTOR: Quickly!

(The other three run past him towards cover, he pauses a moment face alit like an evil leprechaun.)

DOCTOR: Wonít be long now!

(He chuckles to himself rubbing his hands together, then hurries after the other three.)


(Under the vicious onslaught of the flame from the gas-tap, the paint on the outside of the can, already blackened, begins to blister.)


IAN: Take as much cover as you can, when that thing explodes thereíll be metal flying all over the place.
SUSAN: Itíll be just like that air-raid Grandfather, do you remember?
DOCTOR: Yes, very well. And what infernal machines those zeppelins were hm!


SMITHERS: Forester, think what youíre doing! DN6 is more deadly than radiation! Doesnít that mean anything to you?
FORESTER: Get the briefcase!

(Smithers moves to obey, but smelling burning paint, the scientist immediately looks to see what is happening and notices the can, which is beginning to bulge and warp. Forester moves closer to the can just as it explodes with a loud pop, ripping the metal canister asunder and spaying molten metal and boiling DN6 into Foresterís face. The businessman falls to the ground in agony. His own gun levels at him, Smithers has obviously ducked the explosion and recovered it, but before he gets the chance to do anything he feels a long arm on his hand. Bert the Policeman has just arrived on the scene, and relieves an ashamed looking Smithers of the pistol.)


DOCTOR: Itís worked, itís worked! Come on, all of you, back to the ship! Susan, you take, er, Barbara. Quickly, quickly.

(The Doctor stoops and picks up one of the seeds in his long cloak.)

IAN: But Doctor, what are you doing, that thingís covered in poison!
DOCTOR: Yes I know it is, I know all about it.
IAN: Well what do you want it for?
DOCTOR: Youíd be surprised. (He chuckles mischievously to himself.) Go on, lead on.

(They all exit due sinkwards.)


(Bert pulls Forester to his feet and glances at him. His face is burnt, scalded, lacerated, his eyes are seared shut, but heís still moving.)

BERT: Mm, heíll live. Now I have some questions that need answering, now turn that gas off, youíll kill the lot of us!

(Smithers silently goes to the gas tap and turns it off. He picks up a fragment of the insecticide can from the tabletop and looks at it in bewilderment.)


DOCTOR: Weíve got to repeat exactly wha..the things that happened to us when we landed.
IAN: Is there anything I can do?
DOCTOR: Yes, that seed over there by the chair. Take it over to the table so that we can all see it. And wrap that round it when you do it.

(He points to his cloak. Ian takes the seed from beside where Barbara is sitting unconscious in a chair, and places it on a table on the other side of the room. The Doctor operates the controls.)


(Silently the TARDIS fades away.)


IAN: Doctor!
IAN: Doctor I...
DOCTOR: Shh-sh. I think itís working. Splendid, I think itís working, my boy!
IAN: Doctor, look at that seed!

(They both look at the seed in the Doctors cloak as it begins to shrink until it is virtually non-existent.)

DOCTOR: Yes yes, weíve done it! Yes, ha-ha ha-ha, weíve done it, yes!
IAN: Doctor, itís incredible, that seed, itís completely vanished!
DOCTOR: No no my dear boy, no. Hah-ha!

(He moves over to the cloak and holds the seed up between his finger and thumb like a magician.)

DOCTOR: Look, can you see, it hasnít vanished at all!

(A little way away Barbara is sitting on an old mahogany chair where she collapsed after the journey back. For the first time she begins to stir, and she opens her eyes seeming to wake up from a deep sleep.)

SUSAN: Barbara?
BARBARA:, Iím so thirsty.

(Susan offers her a glass of water she had previously dialed up.)

SUSAN: There you are, drink that.

(Barbara falls upon the water and drains the glass in a moment.)

BARBARA: Oh, Iíd no idea water could taste so good.

(Susan laughs, and the Doctor joins her side.)

DOCTOR: Well well, here we are then, the patient is beginning to look her usual self again, mm? Hah-ha!

(Ian looks the most relieved of them all.)

IAN: Thank you Doctor.
DOCTOR: Not at all my dear boy, always at your service.
BARBARA: Doctor what happened in the laboratory, I donít remember much after the explosion.
DOCTOR: Well Iím happy to say our plan worked, and we didnít have to fire the laboratory. But we did attract attention. Do you know that a policeman came into the room just as I was about to climb down that pipe?
BARBARA: Oh good! Now what about us, can you get us back to normal?
DOCTOR: Yes, thereís your answer my dear.

(He produces the seed.)

SUSAN: Grandfather,  is that the seed you brought in with you?
DOCTOR: The same seed!
SUSAN: Hah-ha!
BARBARA: Then we are back to normal!
DOCTOR: Completely my dear!

(They all make relieved noises.)

DOCTOR: Now before I check up and see where we are, I suggest you all go and have a good scrub mm?
SUSAN: Oh please!
DOCTOR: Go-on, off you go!

(Ian, Barbara and Susan all sidle off like children who have just come in from playing in the sandpit. The Doctor moves to the console and examines it then he gazes up at the monitor, but all it shows is murky static.)

DOCTOR: Oh dear-dear-dear-dear-dear, now isnít that irritating mm?! I had to repair that wretched thing and now look at it, I canít see a thing!

(The dematerialisation noise echoes through the console room.)

DOCTOR: Wait I... I think weíre beginning to materialise, perhaps I shall know now where we are, mm? Hm-hm...

(The Doctor looks at the screen as it flickers away to itself.)

Next Episode Ė Worldís End

The Doctor
William Hartnell

William Russell

Jaqueline Hill

Carole Ann Ford

Alan Tilvern

Reginald Barratt

Hilda Rowse
Rosemary Johnson

Bert Rowse
Fred Ferris

Title music by
Ron Grainer with the
BBC Radiophonic Workshop

Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson

Costumes supervised by
Daphne Dare

Make-up supervised by
Sonia Markham

Lighting by
Howard King

Sound Mixing by
Alan Fogg

Story Editor
David Whitaker

Raymond P. Cusick

Verity Lambert

Douglas Camfield

(C) BBCTV 1964

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