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DOCTOR WHO
AND THE
SILURIANS

BY
MALCOLM
HULKE

EPISODE 6


1: EXT. HOSPITAL DRIVEWAY

(The DOCTOR and the BRIGADIER are driving at top speed in Bessie down the road and then the driveway of the nearby hospital. As they approach, the BRIGADIER points out a figure in a dressing gown stumbling out from the hospital near the circular termination to the driveway. As the car pulls up by him they recognise a haggard-looking Major Baker, who collapses onto the gravel. The DOCTOR and BRIGADIER jump out of Bessie and rush to examine him. His face is now entirely covered with scabs and boils.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Is he dead?

(The DOCTOR looks up.)

DOCTOR: Yes...the first one.

(A HOSPITAL DOCTOR and a nurse rush out of the hospital and round a rose bed which marks the middle of the circle in the drive. They briefly look round and then spot the DOCTOR and the BRIGADIER.)

HOSPITAL DOCTOR: What's going on here?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Keep back.

(He stands between the HOSPITAL DOCTOR and the dead Major.)

HOSPITAL DOCTOR: What do you mean, "keep back"? This man is ill.
DOCTOR: This man is dead. He was killed by an alien disease.
HOSPITAL DOCTOR: (Surprised.) Alien?

(The HOSPITAL DOCTOR thrusts past the BRIGADIER and kneels down to examine the Major. The BRIGADIER draws his service pistol from its holster and trains it in the direction of the HOSPITAL DOCTOR.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Inside.

(The HOSPITAL DOCTOR looks up into the barrel of the revolver. He stands and draws the nurse aside.)

HOSPITAL DOCTOR: Come on.

(The HOSPITAL DOCTOR and the Nurse start to return to the hospital, stopping another nurse who has run out from getting any nearer on the way.)

DOCTOR: (To the BRIGADIER.) Right, you'd better get this place quarantined. I'm going back to the laboratory.

(He runs back to his car.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Right. I'll stay here.

(The DOCTOR drives off rapidly in Bessie, while the BRIGADIER produces his TM45 pocket radio and extends its antenna.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into radio.) UNIT leader to base. UNIT leader to base.


2: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(Back at Wenley Moor, the DOCTOR has requisitioned the small laboratory. Wearing a lab coat, he is writing labels on slides. He moves to another bench and looks up when the door opens and LIZ - also wearing a lab coat - walks in with a tray of medical equipment.)

DOCTOR: Have you finished with those prophylactic injections yet?
LIZ: Yes, nearly. Do you think pumping broad-spectrum antibiotics into everyone is going to do any good?
DOCTOR: Hmm, it's all we can do at the moment.

(He moves back to the first bench as LIZ takes up a syringe and a swab from the tray.)

LIZ: Will you roll up your sleeve please, Doctor?

(The DOCTOR hastily turns to her.)

DOCTOR: Well, now wait a minute, Liz...
LIZ: Now you have been exposed to the infection just as much as everyone else.
DOCTOR: Liz...
LIZ: (Interrupts.) I know all about your different biochemistry but we don't know if it makes you immune. Now roll up your sleeve. Come on.
DOCTOR: (Sighs.) Alright, alright, have it your own way.

(The DOCTOR rolls up his sleeve and turns his head away while LIZ administers the injection. He appears not to notice the jab as he looks back impatiently at his own bench after wiping a bead of sweat off his brow.)

LIZ: Did it hurt?

(He looks at her in genuine bafflement for a moment.)

DOCTOR: Did what hurt? Oh yes, it was agony.

(LIZ suppresses a laugh as she turns back to her tray and the DOCTOR to his bench.)

LIZ: Have you managed to identify the bacterium?
DOCTOR: No not yet, I'm still waiting for that scanning microscope.

(The BRIGADIER enters the lab in time to hear the DOCTOR'S next statement...)

DOCTOR: It's supposed to be on its way.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: It'll be here, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well, I'm glad to hear it. Now then, how about that hospital?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I've got the entire place cordoned off.
DOCTOR: Good, and your own men?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: They've all been treated. We've sent in a medical team to help Dr. Meredith in the hospital.
DOCTOR: Splendid. Has anybody else gone down with the infection?
LIZ: Yes - Miss Dawson. She collapsed half an hour ago.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Yes, and the doctor and the nurse we saw at the hospital, and the ambulance man who took Baker there. Now has everyone here been inoculated?
LIZ: Yes, they've all been taken care of, except Doctor Lawrence. I can't find him anywhere.
DOCTOR: Yes, well I'd be very happy to lose him. What about that chap from London - Masters?
LIZ: Haven't seen him either. Better go and find both of them.

(LIZ leaves with her tray of antibiotics.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Do you think we'll be able to contain this disease, Doctor?
DOCTOR: We may be able to contain it. The question is - can we cure it? Excuse me.

(He crosses to the second table to pick up some label cards and returns to his own bench with them.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: We were in contact with Baker. Does that mean that we're infected too?
DOCTOR: Can't be sure, Brigadier. Can't be sure of anything.

(He notices that the BRIGADIER is staring intently at his work. He looks at the soldier meaningfully until he takes the hint.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Oh...I'd better let you get on with it.
DOCTOR: Thank you.

(LIZ enters again in a concerned hurry before he can leave.)

LIZ: Masters is gone.
DOCTOR: Gone where?
LIZ: He caught the London train. He must be nearly there by now.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Right, I'll get onto it. Maybe we can get him at the station. Will you come with me, Miss Shaw?
LIZ: Oh, I'm helping the Doctor.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I'll need help manning the phones.
LIZ: I am a scientist, not an office boy!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: You're a member of UNIT, Miss Shaw, and you'll do as you're told!
LIZ: (Shouts.) I will not be spoken to in that way!
DOCTOR: (Placating.) Liz ...?
LIZ: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Go with him, please. Anyone who's been in contact with Masters has got to be quarantined. He may spread that disease all over the country.
LIZ: Fair enough.

(Convinced, she follows the BRIGADIER out.)


3: INT. MARYLEBONE RAILWAY STATION

(MASTERS leaves the train at Marylebone Station, announcements sounding on the tannoy public address system. He stands somewhat dazed on the platform as the other passengers walk past him. He puts a hand to his forehead, blinks, shrugs his overcoat on his shoulders and sets off at a pace down the platform. Halfway down, he stops again as if slightly overcome. Overtaking passengers look at him in puzzlement and move on. MASTERS follows them pas the front of the train and towards the ticket barrier and the uniformed guard there. MASTERS is the only passenger not ready with his ticket. He delves into his overcoat pocket searching for the stub. He finds it but almost immediately drops it on the floor. He picks it up, hands it over and walks somewhat unsteadily onto the main concourse past a news stand and various parked vehicles. There, he is overcome by dizziness once more and momentarily leans on one of the cast iron pillars for support. He has a slight look of stupefaction on his face. Recovering, he moves on.)


4: EXT. MARYLEBONE RAILWAY STATION

(He walks out of the station. His walk is more stumbling and erratic as he makes his way over to the taxi rank. He waves to one of the waiting vehicles and walks up to it.)

TAXI DRIVER: Where to, sir?
MASTERS: Ministry of Science, please.

(He gets into the back of the black cab. As the taxi pulls away, a Police Jaguar with its siren blaring arrives and drives straight through an arch and onto the station concourse.)


5: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH CENTRE. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR looks on impatiently while the scanning microscope is set up by a couple of white-coated technicians.)

DOCTOR: Look, er...er, please hurry, this is very important, you know.

(The BRIGADIER enters.)

FIRST TECHNICIAN: (To the DOCTOR.) I'm being as quick as I can, sir.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Everything alright, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes, I think so. Now then, have they found Masters?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Not yet, they've sent a police car to the station.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, he's gotta be found and put into quarantine at once.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Doctor, suppose I'm a carrier?
DOCTOR: No, I don't think you are. So far the antibiotics have kept the disease in check. (To the technicians.) Have you finished?

(The second technician nods and looks to his companion who is checking the monitor of the scanning microscope.)

DOCTOR: Good, splendid.

(The first technician is satisfied with his findings.)

FIRST TECHNICIAN: Yes.
DOCTOR: Thank you.

(They leave the laboratory as the DOCTOR pulls up a stool and sits before the main part of the microscope, adjusting the device.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: What do you think the Silurians will do now, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well it's hard to say really. I think they'll lie low for a while, and let the disease really get to work.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Well I've got men at all the cave mouths, and I've sent for reinforcements so we'll be ready for them if they do try anything.

(The DOCTOR turns to him.)

DOCTOR: Brigadier, at all costs we must avoid a pitched battle!

(He turns back to the equipment.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: You don't still think we can co-exist with the Silurians, do you?
DOCTOR: Well don't forget that one of them released me, which is giving us our only chance of defeating this disease.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Maybe one of the Silurians is friendly but the rest seem determined to wipe us out.
DOCTOR: Yes.

(He snaps at the soldier.)

DOCTOR: Look, Brigadier, I've got a great deal of work to do!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Yes, of course.

(The BRIGADIER leaves him and he returns once more to his newly-delivered equipment.)


6: INT. SILURIAN BASE. CONTROL ROOM

(The still corpse of the Old Silurian lies on the floor of the control room. The YOUNG SILURIAN enters and looks down at his predecessor as two other SILURIANS exchange shocked looks. The YOUNG SILURIAN looks towards them.)

YOUNG SILURIAN: Remove the body.

(The two SILURIANS hesitate.)

YOUNG SILURIAN: (Fiercely.) I am the leader now!

(The two SILURIANS step forward and drag the corpse of the Old Silurian leader from the control room. When they have gone, the YOUNG SILURIAN whispers fiercely to himself...)

YOUNG SILURIAN: I...am the leader now!

(He sees the SILURIAN SCIENTIST in the entrance passageway watching the body being carried away. He barks at him...)

YOUNG SILURIAN: Has the disease reduced the numbers of these apes?
SILURIAN SCIENTIST: Their resistance may be stronger. They may even develop a cure.
YOUNG SILURIAN: The disease will be beyond the understanding of their science.
SILURIAN SCIENTIST: We cannot be sure.

(He switches on the vision panel. On it appears an image of the DOCTOR in the laboratory.)

SILURIAN SCIENTIST: That Doctor - the one who took the sample of bacteria - was a highly intelligent specimen.
YOUNG SILURIAN: (Dismissive.) They're only apes! They will not develop a cure.


7: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. CONFERENCE ROOM

(LIZ is working on some papers at the main table. Overcome somewhat, she drops her pens and puts her head in her hand. She hears the Conference Room door opening and looks up. The eternally dour and sneering figure of DR. LAWRENCE enters. He looks sardonically at LIZ, closes the door and walks in.)

DR. LAWRENCE: Time hanging heavy on your hands, Miss Shaw?
LIZ: We're waiting to hear from London.
DR. LAWRENCE: (Sarcastically.) Oh, a matter of life and death, no doubt.
LIZ: Exactly that.
DR. LAWRENCE: Where's the Brigadier?
LIZ: He's with the Doctor. The scanning microscope has arrived.
DR. LAWRENCE: Oh, how pleasant to be able to obtain, er, expensive pieces of scientific equipment so easily.
LIZ: (Unfazed.) Can I help you at all, Dr. Lawrence?
DR. LAWRENCE: I doubt it. I have a complaint to bring to the Brigadier.
LIZ: A complaint?
DR. LAWRENCE: Yes. My establishment has been brought to a complete standstill. My staff are suffering the ill-effects of a series of compulsory injections, and...
LIZ: (Interrupts.) You haven't had your own injections yet, have you?
DR. LAWRENCE: No, nor do I intend to.
LIZ: But you've got to have them. It's for your own good.
DR. LAWRENCE: Rubbish. Why should I waste my time having useless injections against an imaginary epidemic?

(LIZ'S tried patience starts to fray...)

LIZ: Dr. Lawrence, it is quite clear that the disease exists. Major Baker is dead.
DR. LAWRENCE: (Coldly.) He may have been ill for some time. I should be interested to see the results of the post-mortem.

(LIZ is almost amused...)

LIZ: Dr. Lawrence, you must admit there are...
DR. LAWRENCE: (Interrupts.) I will admit nothing.

(He heads for the door.)

DR. LAWRENCE: There is no epidemic.
LIZ: Dr. Lawrence, please listen to me!
DR. LAWRENCE: (Interrupts.) You will excuse me, Miss Shaw.

(DR. LAWRENCE turns to stalk out of the conference room, and as he goes through one of the double-doors the BRIGADIER enters through the other. LAWRENCE goes on his way as though he hasn't seen the BRIGADIER, his complaint forgotten. The BRIGADIER looks to LIZ who raises her hands in despair.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Now what's the matter with him?

(One of the phones on the desk rings, and LIZ reaches to pick it up. She hands the phone to the BRIGADIER who pulls up a seat on the other side of the table. She suddenly looks weary as if the effects of the plague are starting to get to her.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Lethbridge-Stewart? (He listens.) Yes. (Listens.) When? (Listens.) I see. (Listens.) Alright, alright, I suggest you get on with it. (Listens.) Yes, I know London's a big place!

(The BRIGADIER puts the phone down and pulls his chair closer to the desk as he sits down.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Police just missed Masters at the station.
LIZ: Well, did anyone see him?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: A ticket collector remembers someone who might have been Masters. Said he looked very ill. Anyway, he got a taxi and drove off.
LIZ: Well, then they're sure to find him.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Do you know how many taxis there are in London? And how many men who look more or less like Masters?


8: EXT. LONDON STREET

(A police car speeds along a London street, its siren blaring. It shoots past MASTERS' taxi as it pulls up near the Ministry of Science. MASTERS gets out and looks distant as the Taxi Driver asks him for the fare.)

TAXI DRIVER: Seven and six, please, sir.

(MASTERS begins fumbling in his coat for a wallet.)

TAXI DRIVER: Are you alright, sir?

(MASTERS doesn't answer. He finds his wallet and extracts a note, passing it to the Driver.)

TAXI DRIVER: Are you sure you're alright, sir?

(MASTERS walks off.)

TAXI DRIVER: Wait a minute, sir! You've forgotten your change, sir!

(MASTERS unsteadily lurches away from the taxi, not hearing the Taxi Driver.)


9: INT. MARYLEBONE RAILWAY STATION

(Back at the station, the ticket collector suddenly collapses within his small booth as confused passengers stream past. One woman, about to hand her ticket in, watches with concern but is helpless. The collector manages to grab onto the side of his booth and pulls himself to his feet but he looks the worse for wear.)


10: INT. CAVES

(In one of the vast galleries of the Wenley Moor caves, PRIVATE WRIGHT sits against a rock, bored with his duty and chewing gum. After a moment he hears a noise and stands up. He looks into the darkness.)

PRIVATE WRIGHT: Who's that?

(There is no answer nor any movement. WRIGHT watches for a moment and then resumes his sit on the ground. Suddenly there is another noise. He leaps back to his feet, gun raised.)

PRIVATE WRIGHT: Who's that?

(PRIVATE WRIGHT loses his nerve and returns to his portable phone connecting him to the other UNIT troops.)

PRIVATE WRIGHT: (Into radio.) Wright, gallery five, over!

(A SILURIAN steps out of concealment a few steps away from WRIGHT and kills him with a lethal blast from the third eye. WRIGHT dies with a scream...)


11: INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE CAVES

(SERGEANT HART had received PRIVATE WRIGHT'S call, and is shouting into the receiver as CAPTAIN HAWKINS and another soldier run up...)

SERGEANT HART: (Into radio.) Come in, gallery five! Come in, gallery five! (To HAWKINS.) No good, sir. The line's gone dead.

(He hangs up the phone as other soldiers descend by a pot-holing ladder into the cave.)

CAPTAIN HAWKINS: Well, what did he say?
SERGEANT HART: Just gave his name and the gallery number, sir.
CAPTAIN HAWKINS: Then we'd better go in after him.

(HAWKINS is about to depart for gallery five. HART grabs him gently and speaks softly out of earshot of the other soldiers...)

SERGEANT HART: Brigadier's orders were to stay here, sir.
CAPTAIN HAWKINS: I want to know what happened to that man.

(He runs back to the other soldiers.)

CAPTAIN HAWKINS: Corporal!
CORPORAL NUTTING: Sir!
CAPTAIN HAWKINS: Take over here. Come on, Sergeant!


12: INT. CAVES

(The SILURIAN that killed PRIVATE WRIGHT hears the approach of SERGEANT HART, who is shouting out at the top of his voice, and hides behind a rock.)

SERGEANT HART: (OOV: Shouts.) Wright! Wright!

(Announcing his presence thus, SERGEANT HART, followed by CAPTAIN HAWKINS, emerges into the gallery.

SERGEANT HART: Wright!

(They see the body of PRIVATE WRIGHT sprawled on a rock. The SILURIAN jumps out at HART and HAWKINS, again blasting with the third eye. HART is trapped directly in the field of the SILURIAN'S eye, while HAWKINS dodges to one side and is saved by taking cover. As HART collapses with a scream, HAWKINS lets off a round from his pistol, but the SILURIAN steps back and the shot ricochets harmlessly. The SILURIAN retreats from the gallery and HAWKINS looks into the darkness with his pistol raised.)


13: INT. SILURIAN BASE. CONTROL ROOM

(The SILURIAN operates the vision panel in the control room. An image appears of HAWKINS and the soldiers in the caves.)

YOUNG SILURIAN: Look! Soldiers are guarding the exits from the caves!
SILURIAN SCIENTIST: Perhaps the humans can resist the bacteria.
YOUNG SILURIAN: We must recapture the one that took the sample. Without him the others will die from the disease.
SILURIAN SCIENTIST: Come with me.

(They walk out of the control room...)


14: INT. SILURIAN BASE. ENTRANCE PASSAGEWAY

(...and down the entrance passageway.)


15: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(Three technicians bring in many trays filled with small drug sample bottles while the DOCTOR sits on a small table and watches. LIZ comes in.)

DOCTOR: That's excellent, thank you.

(The technicians nod and leave. LIZ shuts the door after them.)

LIZ: That's quite a collection.

(The DOCTOR stares at the trays.)

DOCTOR: One of those drugs...maybe a combination of them, will probably cure this disease. The question is - which?
LIZ: Where are you going to start?
DOCTOR: By finding out more about that bacterium.

(Wearily, he crosses to the scanning microscope.)

DOCTOR: I've already analysed it. I need to know more about its effect. Can you get me a blood specimen from someone who's been infected?
LIZ: Yes, of course.

(She leaves.)

DOCTOR: (To himself.) I only hope I shan't be too late.


16: INT. MARYLEBONE STATION

(The disease is spreading virulently at the station. A young woman falls against a timetable board, her eyes sightless and her face covered with scabs and boils. The ticket collector, now similarly covered, staggers across the concourse and falls to the ground.)


17: EXT. MARYLEBONE RAILWAY STATION

(A blaring ambulance tears into the station through the entrance arch.)


18: INT. MARYLEBONE STATION

(An unbelievable sight greets it - people fallen and others dropping like flies. An announcement is made over the tannoy in a futile attempt to maintain calm as the ambulance men leave their vehicle and try to assist those not yet affected in tending to those on the ground.)

TANNOY: Attention please! Attention please! This is a police message.

(A police car arrives.)

TANNOY: Stay where you are. Do not attempt to leave the station.

(Other people start to fall...)

TANNOY: If you feel ill, assistance will be brought to you.

(...their faces also covered with the tell-tale scabs and boils.)

TANNOY: Attention please! Attention please! This is a police message.

(As the ambulance men put people onto the inadequate number of stretchers, others fall to the floor.)

TANNOY: Stay where you are. Do not attempt to leave the station. If you feel ill, assistance will be brought to you.

(The situation worsens as...)


19: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. CONFERENCE ROOM

(...the BRIGADIER finishes an urgent phone call and starts another...)


20: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(...the DOCTOR continues to work on the drugs...)


21: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. SICK BAY

(...and LIZ takes the requested blood specimen from the sick ambulance man.)


23: INT. MARYLEBONE STATION

(The futile efforts of the emergency services continue...)


24: EXT. LONDON STREET. WALKWAY

(MASTERS is holding out longer than most against the plague but his end is near. His eyes blank, his legs stumbling, he staggers up a passenger walkway, oblivious to the looks of concern from a man and a woman who pass by at the sight of his boil-covered face. The sound of a police siren is heard over that of the traffic as MASTERS drops his briefcase and falls against some railings, grabbing onto the bars for support. He stares upwards, desperately trying to focus on a nearby tower block. He moves off again as two policemen run up the ramp after him. The man and woman follow them. At the top of the ramp, MASTERS cannot continue and falls down against another set of railings, this time dead. The policemen stop the man and woman from coming any nearer.)


25: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(LIZ comes into the laboratory.)

LIZ: Here's the blood specimen.
DOCTOR: Good, splendid.

(She passes him a small tube filled with the dark red liquid. The DOCTOR holds it up to the light.)

DOCTOR: Who did you take it from?
LIZ: That ambulance man you had brought back to the sick bay.
DOCTOR: Oh?

(He crosses to his bench.)

DOCTOR: How is he?
LIZ: Getting worse. How are you getting on?
DOCTOR: Ah, no idea. We may be getting somewhere now, though.

(The DOCTOR prepares several slides of the sample and adds solutions of the drugs to them. LIZ examines one of the drug sample bottles.)

LIZ: They've sent you just about every drug in existence. Surely there must be something?
DOCTOR: My dear girl, some of these drugs are so new they don't even know their properties yet.

(The DOCTOR finishes the first slide as LIZ watches with professional interest.)

DOCTOR: Right. Here goes.

(The DOCTOR puts the slide under the scanning microscope, changes and lowers the lens and then the two watch the reaction of the two substances on the monitor.)

DOCTOR: (Sighs.) Nope, that's no good, let's try the next one.


26: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. CONFERENCE ROOM

(Without the help of LIZ, the BRIGADIER is having to fend for himself as the phone lines to the research centre are swamped.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) The Doctor and Miss Shaw have been working flat out for a very long time. They're tackling an immensely difficult task, under conditions of great pressure...

(The other phone begins ringing...)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) ... and I do not propose to make it worse for them by breathing down their necks. Excuse me, will you?

(The BRIGADIER takes the other call.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Will you hold on please?

(The BRIGADIER puts down the other phone and returns to his first caller.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Yes, of course I'll let you know as soon as I get any result that's at all positive - goodbye.

(He puts the first phone down.)


27: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR makes notes on his pad. LIZ is also making notes on the clipboard she carries. She is starting to look tired. The DOCTOR takes another slide across to the microscope and frowns as the sight of the solution on the monitor demonstrates that another combination of drugs has failed to evince a positive effect on the bacterium.)

DOCTOR: No, that's no good. You know, I'm beginning to lose confidence for the first time in my life. And that covers several thousand years.
LIZ: (Ruefully.) Well, at least you've narrowed it down to forty possible drugs. Have you considered the... addition of A-thirty-seven in the presence of Z-nineteen might well be effective?
DOCTOR: Yes, that's a possibility, let's try.

(LIZ brings the stated items. The DOCTOR prepares another test and puts it under microscope. Suddenly, LIZ nearly falls asleep on her feet and moaning softly, slumps against the DOCTOR.)

DOCTOR: Liz, watch what...

(He realises that something is wrong.)

DOCTOR: You all right?
LIZ: Sorry. I feel dizzy.
DOCTOR: Yes, well I expect those antibiotics are wearing off. You'd better get down to the sick bay and have another...another jab.
LIZ: What about you?
DOCTOR: I'm all right.
LIZ: Oh, come on, Doctor, I think...
DOCTOR: (Interrupts forcefully.) Liz, I am all right!


28: EXT. LONDON STREET. WALKWAY

(MASTERS' corpse is put onto an ambulance stretcher as a crowd of people watch.)


29: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. CONFERENCE ROOM

(Another conference call of the BRIGADIER'S drags on as no progress is apparent...)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Yes. Could hardly be worse, could it? (He listens.) Right.

(LIZ enters as the BRIGADIER finishes his call and puts down the phone.)

LIZ: Who was that?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: The Ministry.

(LIZ'S face lights up with hope for a moment.)

LIZ: Masters?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: He's dead.

(LIZ sinks into a chair.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Outbreaks of the disease are being reported all over London.


30: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR gets up off his lab stool. He suddenly stops. Frowning, he wipes his forehead as even he starts to feel the effects of the plague.)


31: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. CONFERENCE ROOM

(LIZ is about to walk out of the Conference Room when the dishevelled figure of DR. LAWRENCE bursts in. He is horribly disfigured by the SILURIAN disease. His tie askew, he stares murderously at the BRIGADIER.)

LIZ: Dr. Lawrence! (To the BRIGADIER.) His face!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Sharply.) Dr. Lawrence, you really must report to the isolation ward at once.

(DR. LAWRENCE has manifestly lost all reason. His voice is quiet and menacing...)

DR. LAWRENCE: I've had enough of you.

(The BRIGADIER stands.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I really must insist, sir! You're endangering all of us!
DR. LAWRENCE: (Hisses.) You insist! Oh, you do insist?

(LAWRENCE maniacally runs up to the other side of the table as LIZ nervously watches.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Now listen...
DR. LAWRENCE: (Interrupts.) Before you people came, I was director of an important research establishment. Now the place is shut down, my career's in ruins - and you are to blame!

(The madness of DR. LAWRENCE is blatantly obvious as he shouts the last phrase, pointing a finger at the BRIGADIER.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Oh you're talking absolute nonsense.
LIZ: Don't argue with him, I'll go and get one of the medical orderlies.

(As LIZ prepares to leave the room behind him, DR. LAWRENCE jumps in her way to prevent her going.)

DR. LAWRENCE: You think I don't know what's going on, don't you?! This whole business has been a plot to get rid of me!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Oh really, Dr. Lawrence...!
DR. LAWRENCE: You think?

(He jumps back to the other side of the table.)

DR. LAWRENCE: I know I've got enemies in the Ministry! Even Masters!
LIZ: All right, Dr. Lawrence. We want to help you.
DR. LAWRENCE: Well you can clear out of here - all of you! And take that crazy Doctor with you! And all of your military rubbish!

(With this, LAWRENCE sweeps all of the BRIGADIER'S files off the desk and on to the floor, all remaining sense of restraint is broken.)

DR. LAWRENCE: (Screams.) I'm in charge of this place!

(The BRIGADIER does not react.)

DR. LAWRENCE: (Screams.) Well are you going!?

(LAWRENCE hurls himself onto the desk, lunging at the BRIGADIER'S neck.)

DR. LAWRENCE: (Screams.) Or do I have to throw you out myself!

(The BRIGADIER attempts to block DR. LAWRENCE from throttling him. He thrusts him off and the director convulses and clutches his chest, trying frantically to draw breath. After another violent shudder DR. LAWRENCE falls to the ground, his body contorted and eyes staring in death. The BRIGADIER and LIZ approach. She feels his wrist.)

LIZ: He's dead.


32: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR puts another slide under the microscope and looks at the monitor. The solution convulses and the DOCTOR looks up wide-eyed.)

DOCTOR: Eureka!


33: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. CONFERENCE ROOM

(The BRIGADIER finishes another call...)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) All right, thank you.

(The BRIGADIER puts down the phone and turns to LIZ.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Bad news, Miss Shaw.

(LIZ comes over from where she has been working with a soldier on a map which plots the plague outbreak.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: The first one abroad - Paris.
LIZ: If we can't contain it in Britain - what chance has the world got?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: If only we'd prevented Masters from leaving here!

(The DOCTOR urgently bursts in.)

DOCTOR: I think I've found it.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Excitedly.) You've found the antidote?
DOCTOR: Well it works in the laboratory, now let's see whether it works in practice.

(LIZ gives a sigh of relief and she and the DOCTOR run out as the BRIGADIER picks up the phone.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Hello? Get me Dr. Crawford.


34: INT. SILURIAN BASE. PASSAGEWAY

(The YOUNG SILURIAN and the SILURIAN SCIENTIST walk down a passageway and stop half-way down. The SCIENTIST points at the smoothed rock wall.)

SILURIAN SCIENTIST: This is the closest point to the human's base.
YOUNG SILURIAN: Then we will penetrate from here.

(The SILURIANS both face the wall and operate their third eyes. The rock starts to smoke and blister and an opening is created with massive speed. Walking into the newly constructed tunnel, the two reptiles continue to blast at the rock that confronts their progress.)


35: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. SICK BAY

(A nurse leads the DOCTOR and the BRIGADIER into the sick bay where a smiling LIZ waits with the plague-infected ambulance man.)

DOCTOR: You wanted to see us, Liz?
LIZ: Yes, his temperature's dropped, and his pulse is normal.
DOCTOR: That's excellent, excellent!

(The ambulance driver seems to be come to and murmurs quietly. His face is still covered with the effects of the plague.)

DOCTOR: Yeah, there's a good chap. That's it. (To LIZ.) Now you'll want to telephone that formula to London. I'll go and write it out for you straight away.
LIZ: Thank you.

(The DOCTOR hurries back to the laboratory.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (To LIZ.) Will the medical team be able to mass produce enough in time?
LIZ: Well, they've been standing by for hours. All they need is the formula.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I'll get a line open to them.

(CAPTAIN HAWKINS rushes in before the BRIGADIER can leave.)

CAPTAIN HAWKINS: Sir - the Silurians have killed Sergeant Hart.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Any sign of a major attack?
CAPTAIN HAWKINS: Yes, they've broken out of their base and are advancing everywhere.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Right.


36: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. CONFERENCE ROOM

(The phone rings loudly as the BRIGADIER and LIZ come back to the Conference Room. The BRIGADIER crosses over to answer it.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Lethbridge Stewart? (He listens.) The Daily what? (Listens.) How did you get hold of this number? (Listens.) Look, I have no comment to make, now will you please get off this line.

(The BRIGADIER slams down the phone.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: What's keeping the Doctor?
LIZ: You leave him alone. He's got a complicated formula to transcribe.


37: INT. WENLEY MOOR ATOMIC RESEARCH STATION. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR sits in the laboratory making out the formula on a pad. The door to the corridor is open behind him. He hears a humming noise and stops writing, listening intently with a frown. He continues to write as, behind him, the wall in the corridor starts to glow an orange colour. The DOCTOR is oblivious as smoke pours from the wall and, from its billowing clouds, the YOUNG SILURIAN and SILURIAN SCIENTIST burst through. They stride into the laboratory and immediately blast the DOCTOR with their third eyes. Staring upwards, he sinks to the floor...)


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Doctor Who
JON PERTWEE

Liz Shaw
CAROLINE JOHN

Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart
NICHOLAS COURTNEY

Masters
GEOFFREY PALMER

Dr. Lawrence
PETER MILES

Captain Hawkins
PAUL DARROW

Sergeant Hart
RICHARD STEELE

Corporal Nutting
ALAN MASON

Private Wright
DEREK POLLITT

Hospital Doctor
BRENDAN BARRY

Young Silurian
NIGEL JOHNS

Silurian Scientist
PAT GORMAN

Silurian
SIMON CAIN

Silurian Voices
PETER HALLIDAY

Title music by
RON GRAINER and
BBC RADIOPHONIC
WORKSHOP

Incidental music
composed and
conducted by
CAREY BLYTON

Visual Effects by
JAMES WARD

Script Editor
TERRANCE DICKS

Designer
BARRY NEWBERY

Producer
BARRY LETTS

Directed by
TIMOTHY COMBE

 

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