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TERROR
OF THE
AUTONS

BY
ROBERT
HOLMES

EPISODE THREE


1: INT. POLICE CAR

(As the journey continues, the DOCTOR continues to examine the circuit. JO rubs her bruises and then looks out of the window. She jogs the DOCTOR'S arm.)

JO: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Careful.
JO: Where are they taking us?

(He too looks out of the window.)

DOCTOR: Well it certainly isn't Tarminster.
JO: It's some sort of a quarry.

(He puts the circuit back into his pocket.)

DOCTOR: Excuse me officer, could I see your warrant card?

(One of the Policemen slowly turns round and looks at them in silence. The DOCTOR looks suspicious and leans forward. JO gasps out as the DOCTOR pulls the Policeman's "face" away. Behind it is the blank face of an AUTON. The DOCTOR lunges forward, chops the AUTON on the neck and grabs the steering wheel from the other "policeman".)


2: EXT. QUARRY

(The car swerves from side to side and finally crashes into some rocks. The DOCTOR dashes out of the car quickly followed by JO. The unmasked AUTON POLICEMAN tries to push open his door against the rocks as the other driver Auton gets out of his side of the car. The DOCTOR and JO run as fast as they can for cover, JO tripping over a rock at one point. The unmasked POLICEMAN'S fingers drop away and an AUTON gun extends. A blast from it devastates some rocks near to the escapees. The two of them dive for cover in amongst some undergrowth in a ditch as the two pursuers, both with their guns ready, walk into view. They scan the area and then go off in different directions. The Policeman whose human mask is still intact is the one who nears the hiding place of the DOCTOR and JO and it almost looks as if he is about to literally step on them when he turns and goes to look elsewhere. JO is about to say something to the DOCTOR but he quickly covers her mouth to enjoin silence. He hears a noise from the other side of the quarry and sees the BRIGADIER'S car as it comes into view and stops near the crashed police car. The BRIGADIER, CAPTAIN YATES and the UNIT driver, all armed, get out of the car.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Shouts.) Spread out - they can't be far!

(The three take different directions and it is the BRIGADIER who nears the hiding place of the DOCTOR and JO. He stops and shouts out:)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Doctor? Miss Grant?
DOCTOR: (Shouts from his hiding place.) Get down man! Get down!

(A short distance away, the masked Auton swivels round and blasts the BRIGADIER who dives for the ground as the shot explodes next to him. The UNIT driver hears the blast and turns with his gun aimed as the unmasked AUTON POLICEMAN steps into view. YATES sees him.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Look out!

(The warning is too late. The soldier is blasted and he rolls over a short incline. YATES dives for the cover of the UNIT car and starts firing his small automatic at the AUTON, as does the BRIGADIER. The DOCTOR yells a warning from his place of concealment.)

DOCTOR: They're Autons! Bullets can't stop them!

(YATES runs as fast as he can into the driver's seat of the car and starts the vehicle. The AUTON POLICEMAN fires a shot at it as YATES drives the car straight at the faceless enemy. He hits it full on and the AUTON falls over a cliff edge. The fall is spectacular and the AUTON POLICEMAN tumbles over and over, down the scree-slope to the bottom - where seemingly unharmed, it immediately starts to climb back up the slope. The other Auton walks behind the cover of some bushes giving the DOCTOR and JO the opportunity they need...)

DOCTOR: Right - now!

(The two of them jump out of their hiding place and, only slightly behind the BRIGADIER, run towards the UNIT car which screeches to a halt to let them in. The unmasked Auton makes a final futile blast as the car drives away.)


3: INT. PLASTICS FACTORY. MAIN OFFICE

(The MASTER stands looking out of the window as REX enters.)

REX FARREL: Colonel? Colonel, the Autons that were sent to recover the bodies of the Doctor and the girl...

(The MASTER turns round and interrupts.)

MASTER: ...have returned without them - I know.
REX FARREL: And you're not angry?
MASTER: (Calmly.) Because the Doctor's escaped again? No...he's an interesting adversary. I admire him in many ways.
REX FARREL: But you still intend to destroy him?
MASTER: Of course...and the more he struggles to postpone the moment, the greater the ultimate satisfaction.


4: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(The BRIGADIER is in the middle of a staff conference that he has called, attended by CAPTAIN YATES, JO and the DOCTOR - although the latter cannot disguise his lack of interest. The BRIGADIER looks over a map spread across the lab bench.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Six - the Nestenes have landed a small bridgehead force.

(The DOCTOR turns away and picks up the circuit from the MASTER'S TARDIS.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Seven - they're operating from somewhere from within this area. Eight - they're being led by an intelligent alien known as the Master.

(The DOCTOR walks towards his TARDIS...)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Nine - all their operations have, so far, been primarily directed at us here at UNIT.

(...and starts to enter.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Ten...what are you doing, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Did you want me?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I should like your attention Doctor, until we've settled on a course of action. (Sarcastically.) That is, of course, unless you have something of greater importance to attend to?
DOCTOR: No, no, of course not.

(The DOCTOR walks back towards them and, smiling, leans nonchalantly against a pillar.)

DOCTOR: No, do carry on, it's most interesting.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Thank you. Where was I?
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Ten, sir.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Ten - the enemy intention...
DOCTOR: (Interrupting.) The enemy intention is to occupy your planet. I should have thought that was quite obvious.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: To do that they will have to land additional forces. In other words, this is no more than a diversionary thrust. Do you agree, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, I should have thought that was pretty obvious too, isn't it?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (His temper starting to go.) We have, as you know, raided the circus and arrested Rossini and his thugs... (To YATES.) ...and what have we learned from them?
DOCTOR: (Interrupting again.) Nothing - Rossini is just a tool. The Master used him and then discarded him.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: There was no sign of alien activity at the circus. This mysterious horsebox has vanished - so had the Autons.
DOCTOR: Naturally.

(He goes back to the TARDIS.)

DOCTOR: Oh, you have finished with me now, I hope?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Not quite.
DOCTOR: Oh.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I therefore propose that we redouble our security here and concentrate on finding the Master's headquarters.

(After a moment's silence, the DOCTOR realises that the BRIGADIER is looking to him to respond. He does...)

DOCTOR: Oh, well having reached that brilliant conclusion, how about getting on with it? Oh, Captain Yates, is my car back yet?
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Safe and sound, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh good, that's something anyway.

(He steps into the TARDIS.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Any further comments, Doctor?
DOCTOR: (OOV: Within the TARDIS.) I'll let you know, as soon as I think of any!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Icily.) Captain Yates, we will continue this conference in my office.

(His anger ill-disguised, he storms out of the lab. YATES picks up the map, and with a grin at JO, follows him. After they have gone, the DOCTOR steps out of the TARDIS.)

DOCTOR: Do you know, Jo, I sometimes think that "military intelligence" is a contradiction in terms!
JO: You're not very grateful, are you?
DOCTOR: What? For having my time wasted?
JO: He did save our lives, you know.

(The DOCTOR picks up a jewellers eye-glass and starts to re-examine the circuit. He does not respond.)

JO: Well? Didn't he?

(The DOCTOR stops his examination for a moment.)

DOCTOR: You're quite right Jo, I'll apologise - if I have the time.

(JO gives up and looks at the circuit that the DOCTOR is examining and an identical one on the lab bench.)

JO: What are those things?
DOCTOR: Well, that is the discarded circuit from my TARDIS...and this is an identical circuit that I, er, "borrowed" from the Master's horsebox.
JO: What does it do?
DOCTOR: You wait there and I'll show you.

(He goes towards the TARDIS and waves to her before stepping inside.)

DOCTOR: Bye bye, Jo.
JO: Doctor, where are you going?
DOCTOR: (OOV: Within the TARDIS.) Just a proving flight.

(The door closes and JO turns away to examine the DOCTOR'S circuit. Suddenly the roar of the TARDIS engines shatters the quiet of the lab which starts to shake.)

JO: Doctor! What's happening?!

(The roar starts to wind down and there is a muffled explosion from within the police box. The door opens and an icily angry DOCTOR steps out in a cloud of smoke and kicks the door of the TARDIS.)

DOCTOR: Of all the stupid useless ___!
JO: Doctor, stop being childish.
DOCTOR: What's wrong with being childish? I like being childish!
JO: What were you trying to do anyway?
DOCTOR: Well, my TARDIS uses a mark I dematerialisation circuit and I tried to replace it with a mark II.

(A thought strikes him and he suddenly starts to laugh to himself.)

JO: What's the joke?
DOCTOR: Well, I've just thought of something. My TARDIS might not work - but neither will his now. Wherever he is, he's trapped on Earth.


5: INT. PLASTICS FACTORY. MAIN OFFICE

(RAX FARREL holds up a small plastic daffodil for examination. He holds it close to his face...)

MASTER: Farrel - be careful! Careful. I don't want an accident.
REX FARREL: I was admiring the workmanship.
MASTER: Do you think people will be impressed?
REX FARREL: They're the finest plastic flowers I've ever seen.
MASTER: Yes, well, that's our object - to show the world the skill of the modern plastics industry.


6: EXT. HIGH STREET

(A brightly coloured silent figure stands in the middle of a typical high street. Dressed in a bright yellow blazer, it sports a large grinning carnival head and a straw boater. It carries a basket under its arm that is full of the plastic daffodils and hands them out to passing housewives. Nearby stands a small red coach decorated with drawings of daffodils on the side and a sign which reads "Plastic comes to town". REX FARREL stands near the coach and watches the carnival figures. The final daffodils are handed out and the carnival figures silently walk back across a car park to the coach where REX watches them board and then follows them on.)


7: INT COACH

(Inside, one of the carnival figures removes its head and reveals the blank features of an AUTON.)

AUTON LEADER: We're ready Farrel. We must drive to the next distribution centre.
REX FARREL: No! The Master must be obeyed! (His face creases in pain.) Must...be...obeyed.
AUTON LEADER: We will wait a little longer. If he's not then returned, we shall drive on.

(REX hears the voice of the MASTER in his head.)

MASTER: (OOV) You will obey me, Farrel. I am your Master.

(He nods.)


8: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR stands at the lab bench reading through a sheaf of reports while JO watches.)

DOCTOR: "From field section one: continuous watch maintained - nothing to report." (He turns the page.) "Business appears to be proceeding normally. No unusual activity." (Another turn.) "Everything checked and found in order. Report completely negative." (Another turn, his voice rises in anger.) "Nothing to report so far - will continue to search."

(He gives up and tears the reports into pieces, throwing them to the ground.)

DOCTOR: It's worthless - absolutely worthless!
JO: Now Doctor...
DOCTOR: (Shouts.) Days of exhaustive investigation by the Brigadier's band of bloodhounds and what have they discovered?! Nothing, absolutely nothing! The incompetent imbeciles!
JO: We're doing everything possible, Doctor.
DOCTOR: No news from any of those plastic factories?
JO: Well, there were those reports of a promotional tour.
DOCTOR: My dear girl, the Master is scarcely likely to advertise what he's doing.
JO: I suppose not.
DOCTOR: I will not give up. He's lying low somewhere and we've got to find him.
JO: Maybe he's given up.
DOCTOR: The Master? Never! He's too conceited.

(He turns away as JO gives a him a look. The BRIGADIER enters followed by a pudgy moustached man in a business suit and carrying a leather brown briefcase. The DOCTOR stands at the window.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Doctor, this is Mr. Brownrose from the Ministry. He's come to us with a rather alarming story.
DOCTOR: (Without turning.) Yes, well I'm not in the mood for stories.
BROWNROSE: Is this man a member of your staff?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: The Doctor acts as our scientific consultant, yes. (He nods towards JO.) His assistant - Miss Grant.
BROWNROSE: Er, how do you do? I hope he's qualified to deal with a matter of this complexity.
DOCTOR: I think you'll find, sir, that I'm qualified to deal with practically everything! If I choose.

(BROWNROSE goes over to the bench and takes a file out of his briefcase.)

BROWNROSE: I must say, Brigadier, I'm far from satisfied that you've grasped the urgency of this matter.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I assure you I have.
BROWNROSE: It's not something to be shuffled off onto some stray boffin, you know!

(The DOCTOR steps forward.)

DOCTOR: Now just a moment, my good man! We at UNIT are very busy with a number of extremely urgent matters.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Warning.) Doctor, please...
DOCTOR: (His voice rising.) The Brigadier has a great deal on his plate. You cannot expect his exclusive attention for your petty concerns!
BROWNROSE: Oh, can't I sir? Now, I'll have you know that my...
DOCTOR: (Interrupting angrily.) Who's in charge of you pen pushers these days? Old Tubby Rowlands isn't it?
BROWNROSE: (With condescending emphasis.) Lord Rowlands is head of our department, yes.
DOCTOR: Yes, I was saying to him in the club, only the other day: "Wrong sort of chap is creeping into your lot, Tubby" I said!

(He looks meaningfully at BROWNROSE whose demeanour immediately changes to one of obsequiousness.)

BROWNROSE: Oh, well, of course, I didn't mean to imply anything offensive...
DOCTOR: (Quietly.) No...no, of course not. Say no more about it. Right now, Brigadier, what's your problem?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Pretty serious, Doctor - a wave of sudden deaths all over the Home Counties.
DOCTOR: Cause?
BROWNROSE: Asphyxiation, heart failure, shock.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: In other words, no satisfactory explanation at all.
BROWNROSE: I'm afraid not.
JO: Some kind of virus?
BROWNROSE: There's no evidence of infection.
DOCTOR: Any connection between the victims?
BROWNROSE: None whatsoever - different ages, sexes and occupations - apart from the first two deaths, there's no connection at all.
DOCTOR: And what about the first two?
BROWNROSE: Well the first was a man called McDermott, the second - Farrel.

(The name induces a memory in JO..)

JO: Farrel?!

(...and her face turns to one of puzzlement as she tries to remember.)

BROWNROSE: Production Manager and owner of the same plastics factory.

(The BRIGADIER and the DOCTOR look at each other.)


9: INT. FARREL SENIOR'S HOUSE. LIVING ROOM

(MRS. FARREL, dressed in mourning black, sits in a chair as the DOCTOR and JO talk to her.)

DOCTOR: Mrs. Farrel, I do realise how distressing this must be for you...
MRS. FARREL: (Upset.) I've already been over it with the police.
DOCTOR: Yes, I know, but...believe me, it is terribly important you know. You could help us save hundreds of lives.
JO: (Gently.) Would you like us to come back another time?
MRS. FARREL: No dear, I'll be all right. Well, I'd gone to make the coffee after lunch, but I heard a noise. I came in and...and found him.
JO: Your husband seemed quite normal when you left him? I mean not ill or anything?
MRS. FARREL: Well, he was a little worried and depressed, I think, but he certainly wasn't ill.
JO: Did he say why he was depressed?
MRS. FARREL: Oh, the death of Mr. McDermott upset him, of course, and I do know he was very disturbed about...developments within the firm.
DOCTOR: Er, what sort of developments?
MRS. FARREL: Well, he seemed to think that Rex, er, our son, he seemed to think that he'd fallen too much under the influence of a new customer. My husband didn't like him at all.
DOCTOR: What was his name?
MRS. FARREL: Colonel Masters.
DOCTOR: (To himself.) I knew it!


10: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(A TELEPHONE MECHANIC, dressed in overalls, makes final adjustments to the DOCTOR'S trimphone as YATES walks in.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Doctor, did___...

(He spots the MECHANIC.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Who are you?
TELEPHONE MECHANIC: Telephone engineer, sir, just finishing.
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Got your pass?
TELEPHONE MECHANIC: Blimey, not again! I've been checked more times...
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: (Interrupting and insistent.) Pass.

(He takes it out of his pocket and puts it in YATES'S waiting hand.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Thank you. (He looks over it.) Okay, fine.

(He passes it back to the MECHANIC who turns back to his work.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Why such a long flex?
TELEPHONE MECHANIC: Specially ordered sir. Perhaps the gent likes to walk up and down while he's talking?
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: (Laughs.) Sounds very like him!
TELEPHONE MECHANIC: Yeah...well, that's it then.

(The MECHANIC puts the phone back in place, picks up his toolbox and walks out of the lab with a nod to YATES who looks over his handiwork.)


11: INT. FARREL SENIOR'S HOUSE. LIVING ROOM

DOCTOR: Is there anything else you can tell us about this Colonel Masters?
MRS. FARREL: Well, er, I believe he's still working with Rex. I've been too upset to think about the business.
DOCTOR: Yes, of course, but can you remember anything that your husband said about him? Anything at all?
MRS. FARREL: Er, I don't think so...Oh! John did bring one of the new dolls home to examine.
DOCTOR: Er, what sort of dolls?
MRS. FARREL: Well, wasn't my idea of a doll at all.
DOCTOR: Er, could we see it, Mrs Farrel?
MRS. FARREL: Yes of course.
DOCTOR: Thank you.

(She walks over to a sideboard where the doll rests. She passes the hideous object to JO, who along with the DOCTOR, has followed her.)

JO: Yes, I see what you mean.

(She passes it to the DOCTOR.)

MRS. FARREL: It wasn't intended for children, naturally. Some sort of a...novelty for grown ups, I suppose.

(A thought strikes her...)

MRS. FARREL: It's odd you know.
DOCTOR: Er, what is?
MRS. FARREL: Well, when I went out of the room, that thing was on the radiator by the door.
DOCTOR: Yes?
MRS. FARREL: But...after they'd taken John away...I found it under the curtains. It was...

(She laughs as if embarrassed with what she is about to say.)

MRS. FARREL: ...as if it was trying to get out.


12: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR begins his examination of the doll watched over by JO, the BRIGADIER and YATES.)

DOCTOR: Right...now, lets take a look at this thing.
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Oh, charming little chap, isn't he? Where did you get it?

(YATES pokes the doll but the DOCTOR slaps his hand away.)

DOCTOR: Scalpel.

(JO passes him the instrument and, like an operation, he makes his first incision.)

DOCTOR: Forceps.

(He takes the requested instrument and starts to poke about in the dolls innards.)

JO: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: I'm just poking about.

(He stops.)

DOCTOR: Oh, it appears to be made of solid plastic.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Why would they make a thing like that solid?
DOCTOR: Why indeed? Let's try the head.

(He again stabs the doll with the scalpel and digs into it with the forceps.)

DOCTOR: Oh...that appears to be solid plastic too. Oh, it's no good. I'll have to make a full analysis.

(He walks over to a desk and starts to write on a sheet of paper.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: (To JO.) Where did you pick it up?
JO: From the house of a man called Farrel.
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Why bring it here?
JO: Well, the Doctor thinks it might have killed him.
DOCTOR: Jo...get in touch with scientific supplies will you? Tell them I need these things straight away.
JO: Yes.

(She takes the paper off him and walks over to the trimphone.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Doctor, how on earth could a thing like that kill anybody?
DOCTOR: That, Brigadier, is what I'm trying to find out.
JO: (On telephone.) Hello, scientific supplies section?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (To the DOCTOR.) Do you have the result of the post mortem?
JO: (On telephone.) I have a requisition for you - top priority.
DOCTOR: Yes, asphyxiation, cause unknown.
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: It might have frightened him to death...
JO: (On telephone.) ___Scanning molecular structure analyser___.
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: ...but asphyxiation? Well, it's not alive.
JO: (On telephone.) ___Electrode unit___.
DOCTOR: The Nestenes change the molecular structure of plastic, Captain Yates. They energise it in some way and turn it into quasi-organic matter. Almost like flesh and blood. Well, it's inert at the moment. Something must have activated it.
JO: (On telephone.) That's it. Thank you.

(She puts the phone down.)

JO: The equipment's on its way, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Good, how long will it be?
JO: Quite a while I'm afraid. They've had to send out for most of it.
DOCTOR: What? Do you mean that you haven't got a scanning molecular structure analyser in stock? Oh really Brigadier, you should keep this place better supplied, you know! I cannot work without proper equipment.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (With a hint of sarcasm.) I'm very sorry, Doctor.
DOCTOR: (Realising that his attitude is unreasonable.) Yes well, just as well. It will give me more time to look at Mr. Farrel's plastic factory.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Er now, just a moment Doctor. I'm aware for your preference for acting as a one-man band but this does happen to be a UNIT operation.
DOCTOR: Lethbridge Stewart, I can assure you...
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: (Interrupting.) He's right you know, Doctor. I'd better come with you.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: No! I shall accompany the Doctor myself. I'm not entirely deskbound yet, you know...
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Sir...
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Interrupts sharply.) Now that will do, Captain Yates! May I remind you that you're duty officer today. If you're ready Doctor?

(The BRIGADIER walks out. The DOCTOR points at the doll.)

DOCTOR: Jo - nobody is to touch that thing until I've had the chance of examining it properly, all right?
JO: Don't worry, I won't go anywhere near it. (She pulls a face.) Wergh!


13: INT. COACH

(The AUTON LEADER puts his carnival head back on.)

AUTON LEADER: We will leave now.
REX FARREL: No, not until the Master returns.
AUTON LEADER: We shall leave without him. We must keep to schedule.
REX FARREL: (Shouts.) For the last time - no!

(The door to the coach opens and the TELEPHONE MECHANIC walks in.)

REX FARREL: (Shocked.) Who are you?

(The MECHANIC pulls his rubber "face" off - it is the MASTER.)


14: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(CAPTAIN YATES lights up a Bunsen burner under a tripod on top of which rests an asbestos sheet. JO is on the phone again.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Until you've had a mug of army cocoa, you just haven't lived.
JO: You know, I don't think the Doctor would approve of that.
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: What?
JO: Making free with his Bunsen burner. (Into telephone.) Hello? Scientific supplies section? I'd like to speak to Mr. Campbell please.

(YATES has now put a beaker full of water on top of the tripod.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Then he shouldn't go gallivanting off leaving me stuck here.
JO: What about me? I'm stuck here too, you know.
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Oh well, that's different, isn't it? I'll just go and fetch the gubbins.

(He walks out.)

JO: Thank you and good night, Captain Yates! (Into telephone.) Hello? Mr. Campbell? Oh, I see. No, no, I'll hang on. Will he be long?

(The Bunsen continues to burn...next to the doll.)


15: EXT. PLASTICS FACTORY

(The DOCTOR and the BRIGADIER walk round the outside of the plastics factory. They look through an open doorway into a deserted workshop.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Is anybody there?

(There is silence. They walk on.)


16: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

JO: (Into telephone.) Yes, well the Doctor does need it rather urgently so I thought...

(Behind her the doll stirs. It rolls over and gets to its feet.)

JO: Yes, that's quite true, but if anybody could you could. You're dead right, we'd be in terrible trouble. Could you? Could you really? You're a dolly Scotsman Mr. Campbell. (Laughs.) Yes, of course!

(The doll looks at her.)


17: EXT. PLASTICS FACTORY

(The DOCTOR and the BRIGADIER walk up to the main office entrance at the front of the plastics factory. The DOCTOR tries the door.)

DOCTOR: It's open.

(They walk in.)


18: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(The doll lunges at JO. She jumps back with a cry and the doll falls to the floor. She starts to throw objects at it and cries out...)

JO: Mike! Mike, come quickly!

(YATES bursts in with two cups and a jar of cocoa.)

CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Jo! What's the matter?!

(He pulls out his service revolver and starts shooting away at the creature, blasting it into pieces.)


19: INT. PLASTICS FACTORY. MAIN OFFICE

(The DOCTOR and the BRIGADIER walk into the empty main office.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Seems as though they've moved camp.

(The DOCTOR walks over to REX'S desk.)

DOCTOR: Yes...today.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Oh, how do you know that?
DOCTOR: Desk calendar. (He looks down.) Hello?

(On the floor is one of the plastic daffodils which he picks up.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: What have you got there?
DOCTOR: A daffodil, a plastic daffodil. Hang onto it for me will you?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Taking it.) Well what do you want it for? They give these things away with soap.
DOCTOR: It's plastic, Brigadier - and any plastic artifact, anything at all, can - in the Nestenes sense of the word - be alive. (He thinks.) First a doll, then a flower...
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: What are you getting at Doctor?
DOCTOR: I wish I knew.

(He walks over to a large walk-in wall safe and rubs his hands before listening carefully at the door as he starts to turn the combination dial.)

DOCTOR: Oh, have a look at that desk, old chap, will you?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Yes.

(He does so.)

DOCTOR: You never know, there might be something there to give us a lead.

(The BRIGADIER opens drawers.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Oh, nothing much here.

(He looks at papers on the desktop.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Unless...this might be something.
DOCTOR: Mmm?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Farrel's ordered a coach this week - a fifteen-seater.
DOCTOR: Well maybe he's going on a works outing.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Yeah.

(The BRIGADIER walks to the other side of the office, shuts the door and starts looking through a row of filing cabinets. At the safe, the DOCTOR succeeds with the lock and swings opens the door. Inside is an Auton - gun ready!)

DOCTOR: Look out! Auton!

(The Auton fires and the door next to the BRIGADIER explodes as he ducks down. The DOCTOR kicks the safe door shut and turns to the BRIGADIER with a look of relief on his face.)

DOCTOR: Remarkably persistent, aren't they!


20: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR and the BRIGADIER have returned to UNIT H.Q. where the remains of the shattered doll lie on the lab bench. YATES looks sheepish.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: This thing actually attacked you?
JO: It was going to - if Mike hadn't shot it. It was horrible!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Seems as though you may be right, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I usually am!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Well, it's dead enough now.
DOCTOR: Jo, where were you when this thing started moving?
JO: I was on the telephone.
DOCTOR: And what about you, Captain Yates?
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: I wasn't here. I'd just gone out to, er... (His voice quietens.) ...fetch some cocoa.
DOCTOR: Yes, well something must have a...

(He realises what YATES has said.)

DOCTOR: Fetch a tin what?
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Cocoa.
DOCTOR: (Indignant.) Are you trying to tell me that you were going to cocoa in my lab?
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Er, that was the general idea. I'm sorry Doctor.
DOCTOR: Yes, well serg...

(A thought occurs to him...)

DOCTOR: Well, now wait a minute...you didn't by any chance use my Bunsen burner, did you?
CAPTAIN MIKE YATES: Well, yes.
DOCTOR: Well that's it then - heat! This thing was lying alongside my Bunsen. It must be triggered off by a pre-determined temperature.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Yes, that may account for Farrel's death, Doctor, what about all the others?

(The DOCTOR picks up the daffodil.)

DOCTOR: If this thing is what I think it is, we may have the answer right here. Right, off you go, the whole lot of you.

(The BRIGADIER and YATES walk out. JO goes over to the DOCTOR.)

JO: Me too?
DOCTOR: Yes, you too. No...no, you go down to the stores and see if you can chase up that Mr. Campbell, all right?
JO: Okay.

(She walks out. The DOCTOR puts the daffodil down and takes off his cloak. He his hanging it up when the telephone rings. He walks over and picks it up.)

DOCTOR: Hello, yes, what is it?


21: EXT. PHONE BOX

MASTER: Hello Doctor, is that you?


22: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR sits down as he at last hears the voice of his nemesis.)

DOCTOR: Who is this? What do you want?


23: EXT. PHONE BOX

MASTER: Simply to say goodbye, Doctor.

(The MASTER smiles and holds up a small tube-like electronic device next to the mouthpiece. It starts to give out a signalling sound.)


24: INT. UNIT HEADQUARTERS. LABORATORY

(In the lab, the long flex comes to life, starting to wrap itself round the DOCTOR'S head and upper body and threatening to strangle him...)


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Dr. Who
JON PERTWEE

Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart
NICHOLAS COURTNEY

The Master
ROGER DELGADO

Jo Grant
KATY MANNING

Captain Mike Yates
RICHARD FRANKLIN

Brownrose
DERMOT TUOHY

Rex Farrel
MICHAEL WISHER

Mrs. Farrel
BARBARA LEAKE

Telephone Mechanic
NORMAN STANLEY

Policeman
BILL McGUIRK

Auton Policeman
TERRY WALSH

Auton Leader
PAT GORMAN

Auton Voice
HADYN JONES

Title Music by
RON GRAINER and
BBC RADIOPHONIC
WORKSHOP

Incidental Music
DUDLEY SIMPSON

Film Cameraman
JOHN BAKER

Film Editor
GEOFFREY BOTTERILL

Visual Effects
MICHAEL JOHN HARRIS

Action by
HAVOC

Script Editor
TERRANCE DICKS

Designer
IAN WATSON

Producer
BARRY LETTS

COLOUR

BBC 1971

 

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