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THE SPACE MUSEUM

Written by
GLYN JONES


1: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM

(The travellers, motionless figures, are illuminated by the still bright columnÖ)


2: EXT. XEROS

(The planet is dry and arid. In front of some hills stand several space rockets of differing shape and design. Next to them is a squat, two-tiered building with geometrically shaped patterns on the outside and an elaborate radar device on the roof. There is one large entrance to the building. With a roar of its engines, the TARDIS materialises nearby.)


3: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM

(Inside the ship, the four travellers are still immobile, but one strange change has occurred. Instead of their clothes from the time of the crusades, they are now attired in their normal wear. They slowly come to and start to move, VICKI half-falling over the console. The DOCTOR passes a hand over his brow.)

DOCTOR: Ah! Ahh! Oh, lights!

(He activates a switch and the room is bathed in its normal bright light. IAN and BARBARA are the first to notice that their clothes have changed.)

DOCTOR: Mmm. Oh, thatís better. Ah, good! Well now, we seem to have materialised much quicker than I thought. (He laughs.)
IAN: Doctor, weíve got our clothes on!
DOCTOR: Well, I should hope so, dear boy. I should hope so!
BARBARA: No Doctor, our ordinary, everyday clothes.

(He looks at his ďnormalĒ Edwardian attire.)

DOCTOR: Well, upon my soul, yes! Yes! Now isnít that extraordinary? Ha ha! Yes, we were wearing those, er, cloaks and things, werenít we? Well, I must say, itís going to save us a lot of bother changing! Ye-es! Now, lets see where we are, shall we?

(Neither IAN nor BARBARA are satisfied with the DOCTORíS attitude.)

IAN: Doctor! You canít dismiss it like that! We were standing here in thirteenth century clothes. We canít suddenly...
DOCTOR: (Interrupting.) My dear boy, itís over and done with. Now lets forget it! See where we are, come along, pay attention.
VICKI: But Doctor, where are the clothes we were wearing?
DOCTOR: I expect child, theyíre hanging up where theyíre...s...supposed to be. I, er, if youíre that much concerned, go and have a look!
VICKI: All right. I will.
DOCTOR: And on your way back, bring me glass of water please, Iím very parched.
VICKI: OK

(She walks out to the living area.)

DOCTOR: Oh, dear, dear, dear. Now where were we? All this fussation about a change of clothes. You know, its so simple: itís time and relativity, my dear boy! Time and relativity! Thatís where the answer lies!
IAN: (Keeping his temper.) I dare say it does Doctor, but weíd be a lot happier if you would explain it to us.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I know. Well, at the moment there isnít, er, time. Now, just pay attention, will you? (Looking up at the scanner.) Whatís this?
VICKI: (OOV: From the living area.) Doctor! Our crusading clothes are here.
DOCTOR: Good, good! (To IAN and BARBARA.) There you are, you see? Ye-he-he-es! You see?

(Their faces show that neither of them do see...)


4: INT. TARDIS. LIVING AREA

(VICKI finishes checking in the cupboard which contains their crusader clothes. She walks through a door and up to the food machine. She presses the button marked ďwater.Ē The machine beeps and she takes a glass of water from out of the machine. Suddenly, she drops the glass which smashes on the floor. Before she can react, the broken pieces of glass rise from the floor, reassemble in mid-air and the water enters the re-formed glass before it rises into the startled girls hand. She stares at the glass in shock.)


5: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM

DOCTOR: Well, the scanners functioning. Looks like desert to me, hmm?
BARBARA: Oh look! Spaceships!

(On the scanner, the multitude of spacecraft appears.)

BARBARA: Well, itís so quiet, it could be a graveyard.
IAN: Well, more like a launching pad to me.
DOCTOR: Mmm...Hmm!
IAN: Maybe itís a dumping ground.
DOCTOR: No, I donít think so, my boy, no. No, er, all those things up there come from a different period.
BARBARA: Well there isnít any sign of life.
DOCTOR: Mmm...
BARBARA: Look! Thereís a building. What do you make of that, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, Iím afraid I canít give you any answers here, my dear.
IAN: You mean you want to go and have a closer look, eh?
DOCTOR: Yes, I donít see why not?
IAN: Mmm..
DOCTOR: After all, the readings say itís quite safe. Mmm.
BARBARA: Safe? Huh, well the readings donít always tell us everything, you know!

(The DOCTOR laughs. VICKI walks back in with the glass of water. The DOCTOR takes it and drinks.)

DOCTOR: Oh, thank you, my dear. Thank you, hmm.

(He turns to VICKI with a smile.)

DOCTOR: So you dropped a glass, did you? Mmm?
VICKI: (Still shocked.) Yes, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well donít look so concerned, child. Itís quite easily replaced, hmm?
VICKI: Doctor, it doesnít have to be. It all...came together again and...jumped up into my hand!

(The DOCTOR looks at her but doesnít react.)

VICKI: Well, if you donít believe me, you can go and look. There hasnít been time to clear it up yet.
DOCTOR: Oh, yes, yes, yes, we believe you child, yes. We believe you!

(The DOCTORíS tone implies otherwise. VICKI turns to IAN and BARBARA.)

VICKI: Honestly, thatís exactly what happened!
BARBARA: You dropped a glass, and...it came together again in your hands?
VICKI: With the water in it!

(The DOCTOR, still looking at the scanner, laughs.)

DOCTOR: Well, look! Look! You see where weíve landed? On a museum. Mmm?
IAN: A museum?
DOCTOR: Mmm?
BARBARA: A space museum, yes!
DOCTOR: Precisely. If you take a closer look at those objects, youíll see that some of them are more advanced in design. Itís quite a natural progression.
IAN: Oh, well, someone must be in charge of them.
DOCTOR: Yes, we shall find that out. (Holding up the glass.) And Iím sure you will agree with me, there are several things we would like an answer to. So I suggest we go outside and...take a look for ourselves. Hmm?

(He opens the doors. IAN, looking troubled, leads the others out.)


6: EXT. XEROS

(Outside the TARDIS, they look round their uninspiring surroundings.)

IAN: Dust everywhere.

(The DOCTOR exits the TARDIS.)

IAN: Well, maybe you were right about the graveyard.
DOCTOR: Hmm!

(He turns back and locks the door of the TARDIS.)

VICKI: Hey Doctor?
DOCTOR: Mmm?
VICKI: Come here and have a look at this.

(VICKI points down at some small rocks.)

DOCTOR: Well, isnít that extraordinary? Iíve never seen erosion in such an advanced stage. Hmm! The whole planet appears to be completely dead.
IAN: Dead?
DOCTOR: Non-existent, extinct.
IAN: Oh? Iíve always associated extinction with extreme cold. You know, something like the...dark side of the moon.
DOCTOR: Mmm.
IAN: (To BARBARA.) Havenít you?
BARBARA: Yes.
DOCTOR: Well, I must say, the atmosphereís quite pleasant. Mmm?
IAN: Yeah.
BARBARA: Well, maybe itíll get colder as it gets dark.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think we shall just have to go in search for the answers and...as thereís always the element of danger in the unknown, I suggest we keep closer together. Is that clear? Hmm?
IAN: Yes.
DOCTOR: Vicki?
VICKI: (Suddenly paying attention.) Oh, er, yes, Doctor!
DOCTOR: Good, good, now Iíll...Iíll take the lead and...lets try and find those buildings we saw on the scanner.

(The DOCTOR starts to walk away. IAN glances down at their feet and pulls him back.)

IAN: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Oh, what is it now, dear boy? Hmm?
IAN: Weíre walking on dust. Several inches thick, Iíd say.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, so it appears, hmm.
IAN: Then why arenít we leaving any footprints?

(Indeed, the ground seems untouched. The DOCTOR looks troubled.)

DOCTOR: Yes, thatís curious, isnít it? Yeah...very curious, hmm!


7: EXT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE

(IAN and BARBARA are the first of the travellers who reach the main double doors of the museum.)

BARBARA: What an extraordinary building!
IAN: Yes. This looks like the only door.
BARBARA: Ahh, no windows either.

(The DOCTOR and VICKI join them.)

DOCTOR: Well, we certainly havenít met anyone yet, hmm?
VICKI: Maybe there isnít anybody.
DOCTOR: How are we going to get in there? hmm?
IAN: Well, I donít know. There doesnít seem to be any way of opening the door.
BARBARA: Have you noticed something? I mean something very peculiar...
IAN: Well, everythingís peculiar.
DOCTOR: My dear Barbara, if youíve seen something or somebody, thereís no sense in talking in riddles, is there?
BARBARA: No Doctor, not seen. Its the silence. When we stop talking, there isnít a sound - listen.

(They do stop talking and, as BARBARA says, no sound can be heard.)

BARBARA: Itís the sort of...silence you can almost hear.
IAN: Mmm. More and more like a graveyard.
DOCTOR: Oh, thatís quite enough. Now stop it. You'll have us all imagining things. There must be an explanation of this little...

(The double doors part open revealing a long bright passage along which two beings can be seen approaching the entrance at a steady pace.)

IAN: Thereís someone coming!
DOCTOR: Hide quickly!
VICKI: Where?
DOCTOR: Up against the wall. Quick!

(The four travellers rush to stand up against the wall next to the doors. The two beings can be seen to be powerfully built males, dressed in white uniforms with identical hair which reaches down in a point on the forehead. They carry on at their slow, deliberate pace towards the doors. The dust of the planet starts to affect VICKI and she builds up to a sneeze that BARBARA stops. As the two beings move out of the museum, VICKI lets out a loud sneeze. To the travellers amazement, the two beings do not react but carry on walking away.)

VICKI: Iím sorry! It just came out.
BARBARA: Itís all right, Vicki. They didnít hear it.
IAN: They were only a few feet away!
BARBARA: I know!
DOCTOR: Itís extremely doubtful that they were both deaf! However, the fact is, they didnít hear. Now, letís see whatís in here.

(They enter through the open doors.)


8: INT. MUSEUM. ENTRANCE PASSAGE

(The walls of the museum are all the same bland light tone, interrupted by the odd sliding door. Small scattered display cases contain pieces of machinery and other exhibits.)

BARBARA: Well, there arenít any windows.
DOCTOR: No, I think thereís probably something in the atmosphere that, er, has a very slow destructive property, er, hence the lack of windows, Mmm?
BARBARA: Yes, but I donít understand where the light comes from?
DOCTOR: Oh, I think that might just be some floreps...fl, florescent substance in the, er, walls. Yes, well, I think you two must admit that, er, my assumption as to where we were, has been proved correct. Mmm?
IAN: Yes, we might almost be in a museum at home.
VICKI: Except that there are no little men following you about telling you not touch things!
DOCTOR: Well you just pretend there are, young lady and keep your hands to yourself! Hmm?
BARBARA: Well, everything seems quite normal.
DOCTOR: Well why not? Why shouldnít it be? Itís quite natural. After all, you have objects of...historical interest on Earth, so...why not a museum in space, hmm? I always thought Iíd find one someday.
IAN: Those two men we saw must have been guards. Who started all this, do you think, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, I suppose the answers here somewhere. Thatís what weíve got to find out. Letís go and have a look in that other room, hmm?


9: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM

(They walk into a room to the left of the entrance passage. The DOCTOR looks to their right and jumps back.)

DOCTOR: Chesterton!

(IAN and BARBARA react with shock.)

IAN: Canít be!?

(In front of them is a Dalek! Perfectly still, the creature is on display, complete with a plaque which states ďDALEK - PLANET SKAROĒ. Interested, VICKI reaches out to it.)

VICKI: So thatís what a Dalek looks like.
DOCTOR: Er, donít touch, child.
BARBARA: What do you know about them, Vicki?
VICKI: Only what Iíve read in history books; that they invaded Earth about...three hundred years ago, was it?
IAN: We were there, Vicki. That was one of the periods we visited.
DOCTOR: I donít mind admitting, my boy, that that thing gave me a start! Coming face to face to it again!

(They laugh.)

VICKI: Itís not a bit the way I imagined it. Oh, I mean, the books describe them all right but...well, this one looks quite friendly!

(The DOCTOR and IAN laugh at her innocence.)

BARBARA: Friendly!
IAN: You wouldnít say that, young lady, if ever we meet them again.

(The DOCTOR gives him a look and walks back into the entrance passage.)

IAN: Which to say the least is very unlikely. I hope!

(The DOCTOR rushes back in.)

DOCTOR: Back - get behind the case!
IAN: What?
DOCTOR: Quick! Quick! Quick! Donít touch it!

(The four hide behind a large machinery exhibit next to the Dalek. Two more beings enter the room, however these are much younger - hardly more than teenagers. Dressed in black, they are fair-haired and have eyebrows much higher on their forehead than usual. They cautiously check their surroundings and talk to each other, but no sound can be heard. After a minute they walk back into the entrance passage. The travellers rise from their hiding place. IAN checks round the corner.)

IAN: All right. Theyíve gone.
VICKI: They were talking!
DOCTOR: Undoubtedly.
BARBARA: Yet we...we didnít hear a word they said!
IAN: No. Perhaps they have some other means of communication. You know, on a very high frequency, or...

(The others look as if they donít agree.)

IAN: No? Not very good?
BARBARA: What do you think, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, I donít know. Chesterton might have had the answer in what he just said but, er, I doubt it, I doubt it. Come on! Come on!


10: INT. MUSEUM. ENTRANCE PASSAGE

(They walk back into the entrance passage. VICKI walks off to look at an exhibit while BARBARA joins the DOCTOR in looking over a second.)

IAN: Well, they didnít seem hostile. Thatís something to be thankful for.
BARBARA: Oh, I donít know. Even the Daleks are friendly to some.
IAN: Ho ho! Vicki, yes!
BARBARA: Anyway, even if they are friendly, I doubt if weíll get much conversation out of them, unless one of you can lip-read.

(On the other side of the passage, VICKI casts a sly look at her companionís backs, then reaches out to touch an exhibit - instead, her hand passes straight through it!.)

VICKI: (Alarmed.) Doctor! Doctor!
DOCTOR: (Coming over.) Cha, cha, cha, cha, child! Donít make so much noise! Whatís the matter?
VICKI: I...I touched that thing and...
DOCTOR: I thought I told you not to touch. When are you going to learn to obey me? How you...
BARBARA: All right, Doctor. You can save the scolding Ďtil later. Look, canít you see that Vickiís upset?
DOCTOR: Upset? Upset? Whatever for? Why are you upset child? Whatís the matter? Hmm?
VICKI: I touched that thing and my hand went right through it!

(IAN tries to touch it - with no success.)

VICKI: See? There isnít anything there, is there?
DOCTOR: Incredible!
VICKI: Well, there is something there, isnít there? I mean, we can all see it, canít we?
BARBARA: Yes, of course we can, Vicki.
DOCTOR: Thatís strange. Strange indeed. You know, there must be a logical explanation for this somewhere? You know, I think itís just a matter of putting two and two together to make three. You know there is...
IAN: Look!

(The two black-dressed youths stand at the end of the passage with a third of their kind, talking silently amongst themselves.)

VICKI: Oh, quick, letís hide!
BARBARA: Well, where can we hide? Doctor, what shall we do?
DOCTOR: Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Stand exactly where we are!

(The three walk - and silently talk - up the passage towards the four time travellers. One of the youths even turns round and looks over to where the travellers are stood, but again they do not react to their presence. They walk off.)

IAN: What do you make of that?
DOCTOR: Well, Iíve never known anything in my...in my life. In all my years of time travelling, I...
VICKI: That one...looked straight at me.
DOCTOR: Utterly unbelievable!
VICKI: And he was talking. His...his lips were moving.
DOCTOR: Yes, so strange. And yet we have no communication with them. Hmm!
BARBARA: Well, obviously they couldnít see us. I mean, weíre...weíre strangers, our clothes are different. If they had seen us, they would have...made some sign, however slight.
IAN: Right, weíre invisible! That settles it!
DOCTOR: Does it, my boy? Mmm? Does it? Either that or weíre not really here. Mmm?


11: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM

(Later, IAN and VICKI walk wearily into another exhibit room.)

IAN: Ahh! Itís the biggest museum Iíve ever been in. We must have walked for miles.
VICKI: And all the rooms are exactly the same - just cases and cabinets. Iím beginning to think the Doctorís wrong.
IAN: Oh?

(The DOCTOR and BARBARA follow them into the room.)

VICKI: Well, how can we find the answer in here?
DOCTOR: I have no idea, my child, but until I say otherwise, we continue the search. Now, let us see whatís in here, hmm?
BARBARA: Oh, same as all the others, I suppose.

(They walk through the room and into another...)


12: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM

(BARBARA gasps as she enters this room and all four travellers stand amazed. In front of them is the TARDIS! The DOCTOR walks up to it.)

DOCTOR: Good gracious me! Hmm!
IAN: Well, how did that get in here?
BARBARA: Well what does it matter? Look, now that weíve found the TARDIS, come on, letís get out of here.
IAN: Yes, I agree, itís a stroke of luck. Letís leave at once.
VICKI: Iíve had enough of this place, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh! Youíve all decided, have you? Mmm?

(The DOCTOR steps towards...and right through the ship. He stands and waves his arms into, what is for him, thin air. He steps back to his companions.)

DOCTOR: Yes, Iím afraid itís going to be a little more difficult than that! The mists are beginning to clear slightly. Iím just beginning to see reason. Where are we? Hmm? Where are we? Hmm?
BARBARA: Well, here, surely?
DOCTOR: Are we? We must have arrived here in the TARDIS sometime. Are we here, hmm? Look!

(He looks across the room. His companions follow his gaze. To their horror, they see four upright glass cases against the far wall and in them are the four time travellers, stood upright, expressionless and perfectly still...like statues.)

BARBARA: Thatís us! Thatís not...models or pictures. Thatís us!
DOCTOR: Yes, exhibits in a space museum.
IAN: Can you explain it, Doctor?
VICKI: (Stepping forward and thinking aloud.) Time...like space...although a dimension in itself...also has dimensions of its own.
DOCTOR: So you know about it, child? Hmm. We must have a little chat some time, hmm?
VICKI: Yes, you see, we really are in those cases, but weíre also standing here...looking at ourselves...from this dimension.
BARBARA: Well, itís horrible! Those faces, our faces, just staring...
IAN: Well, at least it explains whatís been happening to us.
DOCTOR: Yes, it does, my boy. And if weíre not there, we canít leave footprints, break glasses, or touch things, hmm?
IAN: And nobody can see us. I see.
DOCTOR: Oh yes they can, oh yes! They can see us. Where we really are - there!
BARBARA: Is there...is there anyway of getting out of this, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, my dear, I suppose we got into it, er, there must be. You know, I donít mind admitting, Iíve always found it extremely difficult to solve the fourth dimension. And here we are - face to face with the fourth dimension. You know, I think the TARDIS jumped a time track...and ended up here - in this fourth dimension. Hmm! Itís extraordinary!

(He walks a few paces away and thinks.)

DOCTOR: Itís inexplicable. No, wait a minute, wait a minute...I think youíre all going to be delighted! Iím going to come up with the answer...and itís so simple! Yes! So simple!
BARBARA: How simple?
DOCTOR: All we have to do is to wait here...until we arrive!
BARBARA: (Puzzled.) I beg your pardon?
DOCTOR: You see, my dear, before they actually put us in those glass cases, we must have arrived here sometime in the TARDIS. These people saw us and thought we were worthy people to be put in their space museum. Then...
BARBARA: I see! I think...
DOCTOR: But nothing has happened to us yet. What we are doing now is taking a glimpse into the future - or what might be or could be the future. All that leads up to it, is still yet to come.
VICKI: Doctor, look. Why donít we go and find the TARDIS, the real one I mean and get into it and get out of here, now!
DOCTOR: And end up, one day, my dear, like that? (He points to the cases.) No, we must not. Weíve got to stop it happening.
IAN: Doctor...when will we arrive?
DOCTOR: I don't know, my boy, I...canít be certain. You see, Iím...quite unable to measure the...time dimension that the TARDIS jumped. But youíll notice weíre all wearing the same clothes. Hmm? So it...could be in a few moments, or...a few seconds.
BARBARA: Well, how will we know when we have? Arrived, I mean.
DOCTOR: The cases will disappear and we shall all become visible.
IAN: And from that moment weíll be in great danger.
DOCTOR: Precisely. So you see we must succeed in stopping them making exhibits of us! Otherwise, well, there it is - thatís how weíre all going to end up.

(He points to the four sinister cases again.)

BARBARA: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Hmm?
BARBARA: Something strange is happening! I can feel it!


13: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM

(Within the ship, the four travellers stand motionless around the console, dressed in their crusader clothes...)


14: EXT. XEROS

(The TARDIS stands on the dusty soil of Xeros...)


15: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM

(The travellers are still immobile but now they are dressed in their normal clothes...)


16: INT. TARDIS. LIVING AREA

(The glass of water smashes on the floor. It does not reassemble...)


17: EXT. XEROS

(The two powerful beings dressed in white approach the ship. Seeing it, they try the door. One of them turns round and points to the ground. The travellers footprints appear in the dust.)


18: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM

(The four glass cases slowly fade away. The travellers, previously immobile again, come round. BARBARA is the first to spot the change in the room...)

BARBARA: (Panicked and upset.) Theyíve gone!
DOCTOR: Yes, my dear...and weíve arrived!


Next Episode
THE DIMENSIONS OF TIME


Dr. Who
WILLIAM HARTNELL

Ian Chesterton
WILLIAM RUSSELL

Barbara Wright
JACQUELINE HILL

Vicki
MAUREEN OíBRIEN

Sita
PETER SANDERS

Dako
PETER CRAZE

Third Xeron
BILL STARKEY

Morok Guards
LAWRENCE DEAN
KEN NORRIS

Story Editor
DENNIS SPOONER

Title music by
RON GRAINER
with the BBC
Radiophonic Workshop

Designer
SPENCER CHAPMAN

Producer
VERITY LAMBERT

Directed by
MERVYN PINFIELD

(c) BBC tv

Transcribed By
JOHN TOMLINSON

 

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