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DAY
OF THE
DALEKS

BY
LOUIS MARKS

EPISODE ONE


1: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. HALLWAY (NIGHT)

(A grandfather clocks ticks in the darkened tapestry covered hallway of a country house. A UNIT soldier stands guard on a set of double doors. From them emerges a smartly dressed fair-haired woman in her forties. She speaks to the soldier.)

MISS PAGET: You will be sure that nobody disturbs him, won't you?

(The soldier nods and the woman - MISS PAGET - ascends a staircase.)


2: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY (NIGHT)

(Through the doorway is a study and within it a distinguished man sits at a table writing. He blots the paper and, tired, takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. Suddenly, the curtains at a french window blow as if disturbed by a wind. The man - SIR REGINALD STYLES - gets up from behind the desk and goes to the curtains. He parts them and stands back in shock as he sees a figure behind the curtains. It is a man dressed in combat fatigues and carrying a futuristic weapon.)

SIR REGINALD STYLES: What the...?

(SIR REGINALD steps back but the man grabs him by his jacket and pushes him down onto a table. SIR REGINALD lies on his back looking at the man as he aims the gun at him.)

SIR REGINALD STYLES: Ah...no...no! No!

(Suddenly, the man stiffens. A pattern of lights surround him and seem to extend from him and an electronic warbling fills the air. Within the pattern, the man disappears. SIR REGINALD looks up in shock and clambers to his feet. The door opens and MISS PAGET enters, alerted by the noise.)

MISS PAGET: Sir Reginald?

(She sees SIR REGINALD shaking in the middle of the room.)

MISS PAGET: Are you all right?

(He gabbles incoherently.)

MISS PAGET: What happened?
SIR REGINALD STYLES: (Gasps.) He attacked me! Tried to kill me!
MISS PAGET: Who did? What happened?
SIR REGINALD STYLES: He vanished...disappeared into thin air! Like a...ghost...

(He points at the open French window.)


3: INT. UNIT HQ. DUTY ROOM

(A phone rings on a desk in the UNIT duty room. The BRIGADIER hands a paper to one of the female operatives within and then sits at the desk, picking up the phone.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) Lethbridge-Stewart?
VOICE: (Over telephone.) Ah, I have the Minister for you.
MINISTER: (OOV: Over telephone.) Hello?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) Oh good, put him through, will you?
MINISTER: (OOV: Over telephone.) Hello? Hello?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) Er, good morning, Minister.
MINISTER: (OOV: Over telephone.) I've just been on to Auderly House. I've rather had some rather disturbing news.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) Yes, yes, I've seen the report from Miss...

(He looks over a paper.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.)...er, Miss Paget. Doesn't seem to be very much to go on.
MINISTER: (OOV: Over telephone.) I don't need to tell you how critical the situation is.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) Er, yes, Minister. I'm very well aware of Sir Reginald's importance in these negotiations.
MINISTER: (OOV: Over telephone.) Then you're proposing to do nothing about it?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) No, Minister. I do not propose to ignore the matter. I'm putting my best man on to it.

(A small smile appears on his face.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) As a matter of fact, I was just about to brief him when you rang.


4: INT. UNIT HQ. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR has once again taken the TARDIS console out of the ship and is again making adjustments to the dematerialisation circuit, watched by JO, who holds a clipboard.)

JO: Doctor, why don't you take a break?

(The DOCTOR ignores her and crosses to the other side of the console where he flicks a switch.)

DOCTOR: It's maddening, you know. So nearly there. If I could only cut out their override on the dematerialisation circuit. Let me see those figures.

(He takes the clipboard and a pen off her and starts to read the sheets attached.)

JO: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Mmm?
JO: I thought the TARDIS was working again.
DOCTOR: What gave you that idea?
JO: Oh, being dragged off to an alien planet five hundred years in the future, for example. Oh, you know - all that business with the miners and the colonists.
DOCTOR: My dear Jo, the TARDIS was being operated then under remote control by the High Council of the Time Lords.
JO: Well, if it worked for them...
DOCTOR: (Interrupts.) I don't want it to work for them. I want it to work for me. No-one's going to turn me into an interplanetary puppet.

(JO smiles. The DOCTOR returns to his clipboard.)

DOCTOR: Yes, of course. Why didn't I think of that before?

(He hands her the clipboard back and ducks beneath the console. JO herself starts to look over the clipboard and hears the green double lab doors opening behind her. In the corridor stand another DOCTOR and another JO! She turns round and looks at them in shock.)

DUPLICATE DOCTOR: Yes, of course. I remember now.

(This second DOCTOR sees the look on the original JO'S face.)

DUPLICATE DOCTOR: Look, don't worry, my dear. I know you're alarmed but you needn't be.

(The original DOCTOR gets up from beneath the console.)

DOCTOR: Yes, well I think that should do it. Why on Earth I never realised that...

(He sees the look on JO'S face and follows her gaze.)

DOCTOR: Oh no! What are you doing here?
DUPLICATE DOCTOR: Well, I'm not here. Don't worry. Well, that is, in a sense, er, I am here, but, erm, you are not there. Er...yes, well, it's a bit difficult to explain really.
DOCTOR: This won't do at all! We can't have two of us running about.
DUPLICATE DOCTOR: Yes, well don't worry. It will all sor...

(There is a sudden flash on the console and the two duplicate figures disappear.)

JO: Doctor! What happened?
DOCTOR: Well, it's a very complicated thing - time - Jo. Once you've begun tampering with it, the oddest things start happening.
JO: But there was another you and another...me.

(She looks round.)

JO: Well, where've they gone?
DOCTOR: Back into their own time stream, of course. Or do I mean forward?
JO: But, Doctor, I don't understand...
DOCTOR: (Interrupts.) Look, Jo. Don't worry about it. It was a freak affect. It's very unlikely to happen again.

(He passes her the dematerisation circuit.)

DOCTOR: Hold that and give me those papers.

(He takes the clipboard off her again and is once more looking over the papers when the BRIGADIER enters the lab, himself reading a report.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Ah, Doctor. Glad you're still here.

(The DOCTOR looks up and grins at JO.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: I need your help.
DOCTOR: Sorry, Brigadier. I'm busy.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Yeah, so am I, Doctor, so am I. Now then, you've heard of Sir Reginald Styles?

(The DOCTOR continues to make notes on his clipboard and shows no interest in the BRIGADIER.)

DOCTOR: No, can't say that I have.
JO: Well isn't he the chief representative at the UN?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: That's right - key figure at the latest summit conference.
DOCTOR: My dear chap, I'm a scientist. Not a politician.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: You know, Doctor, if you...didn't spend so much time tinkering around with this wretched contraption, you'd realise just how bad the international situation's become.
DOCTOR: Humans are always squabbling over something, Brigadier.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Yes, well, this particular squabble looks like ending up in a third world war.

(The DOCTOR looks up from his clipboard and shows some interest at last.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: The Chinese delegation have refused to attend. Without them, the conference can't even begin. Now Styles is flying to Peking in a few hours. There's just a chance that he can persuade them to change their minds.
DOCTOR: All right, Brigadier. So what's his problem?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Well, he was working late last night, down at Auderly...
JO: (Interrupts.) Where's that?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Auderly, Miss Grant, is a Government owned country house about fifty miles north of London where the conference is due to be held.
JO: Oh.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: He suddenly started behaving...rather oddly. Seemed to think that someone was trying to assassinate him.
DOCTOR: Any idea who?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Some sort of "ghost" apparently.


5: EXT. AUDERLY HOUSE

(The quiet but overgrown grounds of Auderly House are bathed in sunshine. The peace is disturbed by the same sound that was heard in the study the night before. A pattern of lights appear and within, the attacker from the night before materialises. He quickly looks round and then runs for the cover of some undergrowth. Seeing that all is clear, he starts to run towards the large white Georgian mansion. Suddenly he stops. A long drawn out whistle-like sound can be heard. The GUERILLA looks terrified. He turns and runs back the way he came as fast as he can.)


6: EXT. TUNNEL AREA

(A short time later, the man, now out of breath, arrives at a railway bridge which runs over a canal. The GUERILLA looks round when a large simian-like figure steps out behind him. The man is clubbed to the ground and he falls down the bank towards the canal side. The figure which clubbed him looks down on him. It is large with a dark ape-like face and thick set eyes. Long straggly hair comes off its head. It wears a primitive sort of uniform. It is joined by another of its kind and they glance over their victim before walking under the railway bridge where there is a tunnel leading into darkness. A train rumbles over head as they go...)


7: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY

(The DOCTOR, JO and the BRIGADIER have travelled to Auderly House where MISS PAGET explains what she knows in the study.)

MISS PAGET: He said somebody attacked him and vanished.
DOCTOR: And you're absolutely certain that he used the word "ghost"?
MISS PAGET: Oh yes. But afterwards he...

(The doors open and SIR REGINALD walks in. He is clearly angry at the intrusion of the strange group.)

SIR REGINALD STYLES: Miss Paget! What's going on here?!
MISS PAGET: These people are from UNIT, sir.
SIR REGINALD STYLES: Who asked them to come here?
MISS PAGET: I did - because of what happened yesterday.
SIR REGINALD STYLES: Nothing happened yesterday.

(He snatches a paper from her and starts to read it.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: There seems to have been some sort of incident, Sir Reginald?
SIR REGINALD STYLES: (Snaps.) Nothing of any importance.
JO: Well, if you could tell us what happened?
SIR REGINALD STYLES: (Unconvincingly.) I was working late. I must have dropped off. Freak gust of wind, blew some papers off my desk, I woke up rather confused, I was picking up the papers when Miss Paget came in.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: But you did mention ghosts.
SIR REGINALD STYLES: Did I? Must have been having a nightmare.
MISS PAGET: But the French windows were shut. I closed them before I went to bed.
SIR REGINALD STYLES: Then I must have opened them!

(The DOCTOR points across the room.)

DOCTOR: Did you, er, did you also make those marks on the floor over there? Muddy feet, Sir Reginald. Someone was in here, you know.
SIR REGINALD STYLES: (Angrily.) Are you accusing me of lying, sir?!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Sir Reginald, you've obviously been under considerable strain recently. Were you feeling at all unwell last night?
SIR REGINALD STYLES: I felt, and feel, perfectly well. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a lot to do. I'm due at the airport in an hour.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: You've no objection to my men searching the grounds?
SIR REGINALD STYLES: None at all. Though I really don't know what you hope to find.

(He walks out and shuts the door. MISS PAGET looks worried.)


8: EXT. TUNNEL AREA

(The search of the grounds has begun. Two soldiers traverse the railway bridge, looking down on the canal and embankment below. The DOCTOR, the BRIGADIER, YATES and BENTON watch as more soldiers search the overgrown area nearby. The GUERILLA still lies unconscious at the bottom of the embankment which leads down from the railway bridge, his futuristic weapon next to him. Suddenly, he is spotted by one of the soldiers on the bridge.)

UNIT SOLDIER: He's over here!

(The DOCTOR and his companions run towards the spot indicated.)

UNIT SOLDIER: Sergeant!

(BENTON moves to where the soldier has called him while the DOCTOR looks over the GUERILLA.)

DOCTOR: Ah, he's in a bad way, poor chap. You'd better get him to the hospital.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Captain Yates...
CAPTAIN YATES: Right away, sir.

(YATES runs off to fetch help. The BRIGADIER picks up the GUERILLA'S weapon and looks over it.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: This is a new one on me. What do you make of it, Doctor?

(He passes it to the DOCTOR who looks over it.)

DOCTOR: I'm not sure...

(BENTON returns carrying what looks like a small battery pack in his hand with a shoulder strap attached to it.)

SERGEANT BENTON: Sir?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: What've you got there, Benton?
SERGEANT BENTON: No idea, sir.

(He passes it to the BRIGADIER who opens the top. Inside is a mass of complex circuitry.)

SERGEANT BENTON: It was hidden about fifty feet inside the tunnel. Must have been put there recently, I reckon.

(The DOCTOR looks thoughtful.)


9: INT. CONTROL ROOM

(Far away, a cold-faced man sits in a luxurious leather chair in a large control room. He is dressed in a simple dark green tunic. Around him, a number of girls man flat-topped control units which stand on split level platforms. A uniformed guard stands to one side. The man in the chair - the CONTROLLER - presses a button on a small remote control unit and a door buzzes open. The two ape-like beings who attacked the GUERILLA walk into the room and up to the CONTROLLER.)

CONTROLLER: Your report?
OGRON: We...found...and destroyed...the enemy.
CONTROLLER: Any complications?
OGRON: No complications.
CONTROLLER: Good. They will be satisfied.

(The two OGRONS turn to go.)

CONTROLLER: I did not say dismiss! I want an intensified effort. There can be no relaxation - not until we have found all those responsible for this menace - and eliminated them too! (Wearily.) Now you may go.

(The two OGRONS start to walk out.)

CONTROLLER: But keep me informed of all developments.

(The two beings leave.)


10: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY

(SIR REGINALD walks into his study but recoils in shock as he sees the BRIGADIER holding the GUERILLA'S gun.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Have you seen this before?
SIR REGINALD STYLES: (Angrily.) Really Brigadier! What sort of games are you playing?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: It's not a game, sir. It's our duty to protect you!
SIR REGINALD STYLES: (Snaps.) I don't need your protection!

(He storms past the DOCTOR who is also in the room.)

DOCTOR: Sir Reginald, we've just found a very severely injured man down by the canal tunnel.

(STYLES goes to his desk and starts putting papers into a briefcase.)

SIR REGINALD STYLES: Oh really? And what did he look like?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Thirty-fiveish, average build. He was wearing a sort of guerilla combat suit.
DOCTOR: And carrying that gun.
SIR REGINALD STYLES: I am very sorry, gentlemen, but I have rather more important things on my mind at the moment. If you'll excuse me?

(He heads for the door, briefcase in hand.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: I've arranged an escort to take you to the airport, sir.
SIR REGINALD STYLES: Thank you, but it shouldn't be necessary.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: I'm sorry, sir, but I think it will!
SIR REGINALD STYLES: (Dismissive.) Oh, if you insist.

(He walks out.)

DOCTOR: I'd like to get that gun down to the laboratory and run a few tests on it.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Anything else we can do?
DOCTOR: No, not for the moment. I think we'll just have to sit and wait and hope that our would-be assassin regains consciousness.


11: INT. AMBULANCE

(SERGEANT BENTON sits in an ambulance near the railway bridge and helps pull in a stretcher which is pushed in from the other side by YATES and another soldier. The GUERILLA is on the stretcher.)

CAPTAIN YATES: And stay with him every moment, Benton. Take down everything he says - anything at all.
SERGEANT BENTON: Leave it to me, sir.


12: INT. UNIT HQ. LABORATORY

(A miniature dematerisalisation circuit sits on a box top. Near it, the DOCTOR has secured the GUERRILA'S gun onto a stand. The gun is pointed at a man-shaped target which is set in an alcove. JO and the BRIGADIER watch.)

DOCTOR: Well, basically it's a form of ultra-sonic disintegrator.
JO: You mean a ray gun?
DOCTOR: That's right, Jo, I mean a ray gun. Only it's far more sophisticated than any weapon yet invented on Earth. Now take a look at this.

(The DOCTOR fires the gun. There is a white flare and the target disappears.)

DOCTOR: Quite an effective little weapon, eh?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Doctor, you say this wasn't made on Earth. Do you mean it comes from another planet?
DOCTOR: Well that was my theory at first, yes. But the metallurgical analysis shows that the, er, iron constituent is very much of this world. In fact, it was mined not very far from here - North Wales.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: How do you explain that?
DOCTOR: Do you believe in ghosts, Brigadier?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Let's be serious, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I am.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Oh, come along, Doctor, come along.
DOCTOR: Oh, my mistake. I was forgetting the unimaginative nature of the military mind. But we saw a couple of "Amicus Seperatus" a few moments ago, didn't we, Jo?
JO: Did we?
DOCTOR: Yes, here in this laboratory.
JO: Oh, you mean when we...
DOCTOR: (Interrupting.) Mind you, they were manifestations of a much more benevolent kind. None of your clanking chains and chilly fingers! But ghosts, none the less.
JO: That was because you were playing around with the time mechanism on the TARDIS, wasn't it?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Smiles.) Still can't get it to work, eh?

(The DOCTOR picks up the box found near the railway bridge.)

DOCTOR: Well, I can't get this thing to work, either. But this is a form of, er, of time machine of a very crude kind.
JO: How do you know?
DOCTOR: Come over here. Look at this.

(He picks up the miniature dematerialisation circuit.)

DOCTOR: Now what do you think that is?
JO: Ooh, it's a...mini-dematerialisation circuit.
DOCTOR: Top of the class, Jo. Now then, pop this in here, like that.

(He slots the circuit into the box.)

DOCTOR: Now, as far as I can gather, when you push this button, it should...

(The box starts to hum and the light display starts to emanate from it.)

DOCTOR: Good grief! It's working!


13: INT. AMBULANCE

(In the ambulance, the GUERILLA is bathed in the same light display. Watched by an astonished BENTON, he vanishes.)


14: INT. CONTROL ROOM

(The CONTROLLER stands to one side of the room. Nearby a GIRL TECHNICIAN'S hands seem to hover over the control board. She speaks in an emotionless monotone.)

GIRL TECHNICIAN: Sir?
CONTROLLER: What is it?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: Time transmitter in operation, sir. Twentieth Century Zone.

(The CONTROLLER is instantly alert.)

CONTROLLER: Can you fix the space-time coordinates?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: I'm trying, sir, but it's very faint and erratic.


15: INT. UNIT HQ. LABORATORY

(The time machine shakes in the DOCTOR'S hand as he attempts to control it.)

JO: Do be careful, Doctor!
DOCTOR: All right, Jo, all right.


16: INT. CONTROL ROOM

CONTROLLER: Well?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: No good, sir. There was a transference, I think, but the machine's cut out completely.
CONTROLLER: (Angrily.) Continue scanning - and next time you had better be more efficient!

(He walks over to his chair and looks over to an open archway. Within a familiar looking being waits for him - a gold coloured DALEK!)

CHIEF DALEK: Report!


17: INT. UNIT HQ. LABORATORY

(The DOCTOR looks over the now dormant time machine.)

DOCTOR: Well, the thing's completely dead now.
JO: But it was working.
DOCTOR: Yeah, it started to work...

(He opens the unit and looks over the circuitry.)

DOCTOR: Ah, I see, yeah. Yes, the temporal feedback circuit has overloaded.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: The what's done what?
DOCTOR: In your terms, Brigadier, the thing's blown a fuse!

(A phone buzzes. The BRIGADIER mouths to the DOCTOR if he minds him using it.)

DOCTOR: Please.

(The BRIGADIER picks up the phone while the DOCTOR and JO look over the miniature dematerialisation circuit.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: (Into phone.) Lethbridge-Stewart? (He listens.) Yes, Sergeant. (Listens.) Really? (Listens.) You're sure? (Listens.) Yes, I see. All right, sergeant. You'd better report back to Captain Yates. Goodbye.

(He puts the phone down.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: That was Benton. He was in the ambulance with the man we found.
DOCTOR: Well?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Well according to him, that man just...vanished, faded away - like a ghost.
JO: Oh no!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Well, Doctor, what now?
DOCTOR: Well, everything that happens seems to centre round Styles' house.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Obviously.
DOCTOR: And whoever tried to harm him will probably try again.

(He considers, then...)

DOCTOR: Jo, how would you like to spend the night in a haunted house?

(A non-too pleased JO looks at the BRIGADIER.)


18: EXT. AUDERLY HOUSE (NIGHT)

(Auderley House sits in semi-darkness. A crow and an owl can be heard nearby. The only lights in the house come from the study.)


19: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY (NIGHT)

(Within, a very nervous JO runs over to the French window and shuts and locks them firmly. The study door opens and the DOCTOR enters, carrying a tray on which rests a bottle of wine, two glasses and a cheese.)

DOCTOR: You know, one thing you can be certain of with politicians, is that whatever their political ideas, they always keep a well-stocked larder - not to mention the cellar!

(He sits down on a leather settee and puts the tray down.)

JO: Doctor, ought you just to help yourself like that?
DOCTOR: Well, you heard what Miss Paget said, Jo. We were to treat the place as our own.
JO: I wish you hadn't sent all the servants away.
DOCTOR: That's commonsense. You can't expect a ghost to walk in a house full of people, can you? Come on, tuck in.

(He starts to cut himself a piece of cheese.)

JO: Well, I'm not really hungry, thank you, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well you ought to eat something, you know. This is likely to be a very long night.

(JO sits next to him but jumps up almost immediately as she hears a bell tolling. The DOCTOR tucks into the cheese.)

JO: What's that?
DOCTOR: It's a clock chiming. I say, you really ought to try this gorgonzola cheese. It's absolutely delicious.

(JO, however, cannot settle and paces the room, constantly on the alert.)


20: EXT. AUDERLY HOUSE (NIGHT)

(A patrol of soldiers run past the house, harangued by SERGEANT BENTON.)

SERGEANT BENTON: Move!

(They go past CAPTAIN YATES who stands next to a jeep, radio in hand. BENTON goes over to him.)

CAPTAIN YATES: (Into radio.) Hello? Hello? Greyhound to trap one. Greyhound to trap one. How do you read me, over?
SERGEANT BENTON: All the lads are in position, sir.
CAPTAIN YATES: Thank you, Benton. Quiet so far?
SERGEANT BENTON: Like a morgue.


21: EXT. TUNNEL AREA (NIGHT)

(Not far away, in the tunnel under the railway bridge, the light display from one of the time machines starts to appear...)


22: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY (NIGHT)

(JO is still nervously pacing the room as the DOCTOR, sprawled on the settee, smells and then tastes a glass of wine.)

DOCTOR: Yes...yes, that's a most good-humoured wine. A touch sardonic perhaps, but not cynical! Yes, a most civilised wine. One after my own heart.

(JO walks into the hallway.)


23: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. HALLWAY (NIGHT)

(The ticking of the grandfather clock is the only sound she can hear. She steps onto the staircase landing and looks round. Hearing a noise, she spins round. SERGEANT BENTON steps out of the darkness.)

SERGEANT BENTON: Everything all right, miss?
JO: It was until you came along! You took years off my life creeping about like that!
SERGEANT BENTON: Well, I didn't want to disturb the Doc. (Whispers.) What's he up to?
JO: Well, at the moment, he's carrying on rather like a one-man food and wine society.
SERGEANT BENTON: Oh, talking of food, you, er, you couldn't get us a bite to eat, could you, miss? I'm famished!
JO: Hang on.

(JO goes back into the study.)


24: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY (NIGHT)

(Smiling, she picks up the plate of cheese and a glass of wine and starts to walk out. The DOCTOR watches her go.)

DOCTOR: (Puzzled.) Jo?
JO: All in a good cause.


25: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. HALLWAY (NIGHT)

(She passes the items to BENTON.)

SERGEANT BENTON: Ah, you've saved my life.

(He cuts a piece of cheese and is about to eat it when...)

CAPTAIN YATES: (OOV.) Sergeant Benton!
SERGEANT BENTON: Sir!

(With a look of pain on his face, BENTON hurriedly passes the items back to JO and stands to attention just before CAPTAIN YATES walks into the hallway.)

CAPTAIN YATES: Just what do you think you're up to, Benton?
SERGEANT BENTON: Er, I...was just checking, sir.
CAPTAIN YATES: Yes, well I want you to go and check on number three patrol. Move, Sergeant Benton.
SERGEANT BENTON: Sir.

(He leaves. CAPTAIN YATES spots the plate and glass.)

CAPTAIN YATES: Jo, how thoughtful!

(He takes the glass and has a large swig of the wine, then hands it back.)

JO: Well, that wasn't very kind of you.

(YATES takes a piece of cheese.)

CAPTAIN YATES: RHIP, Jo.
JO: Pardon?
CAPTAIN YATES: Rank Has Its Privileges. Thank you.

(He walks off and JO goes back into the study.)


26: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY (NIGHT)

DOCTOR: And what was all that about?
JO: (Smiles.) Feeding the troops.

(She puts the plate and glass down and sits next to the DOCTOR.)

DOCTOR: Oh, quite right. Do you know, I remember saying to old Napoleon, "Boney", I said, "Always remember - an army marches on its stomach".
JO: Well, Mike Yates certainly does. Doctor?
DOCTOR: Mmm?
JO: You didn't mean what you said to the Brigadier - about...ghosts?
DOCTOR: Well, there are many different kinds of ghosts, Jo. Ghosts from the past and ghosts from the future.
JO: Well what kind did you have in mind?
DOCTOR: What's more to the point is - have they got us in mind?

(The wind blows and the French windows open. JO jumps up.)

DOCTOR: Just the wind.

(The DOCTOR gets up and closes them.)

DOCTOR: Look, why don't you take a nap?


27: EXT. TUNNEL AREA (NIGHT)

(The light display in the tunnel appears again and, within it, three figures materialises - a woman and two men. They are dressed in the same combat gear as the GUERILLA. One of the men, SHURA, starts to walk off but the woman - ANAT holds him back.)

ANAT: We'll wait here till it's light.
SHURA: Time we...
ANAT: (Interrupts.) I said we'll wait!


28: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. HALLWAY

(The next morning, the clock continues to tick in the hallway.)


29: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY

(JO is asleep in a leather armchair. The DOCTOR fiddles with the small time machine and then checks his watch. He goes over to JO and taps her.)

DOCTOR: Wake up, Jo.

(JO wakes up with a start.)

DOCTOR: It's all right. It's morning.
JO: Nothing's happened?
DOCTOR: No, nothing at all.

(He goes to the window and opens the curtain. Daylight floods the room.)


30: EXT. TUNNEL AREA

(Two UNIT soldiers on patrol walk along the canal bank and towards the railway bridge and tunnel. The three Guerillas have pressed themselves against the brick support of the bridge in hiding. As the soldiers get nearer, SHURA steps out of hiding and raises his blaster. He fires, there is a flare and the two soldiers fade away in nothingness. The three Guerillas move off.)


31: INT. UNIT HQ. DUTY ROOM

(A female RADIO OPERATOR yawns at her set. Two other operatives are at another set. The door to the room opens and a slightly dishevelled BRIGADIER walks into the room.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Any chance of a cup of coffee?
U.N.I.T. RADIO OPERATOR: The canteen's closed, sir.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: It would be.

(He starts to walk out.)

BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE-STEWART: Anything?
U.N.I.T. RADIO OPERATOR: Not a murmur, sir, all night.

(As he goes into the corridor, the radio bursts into life with a loud klaxon-like alarm.)

U.N.I.T. RADIO OPERATOR: It's Geneva, sir.
1ST VOICE: (Over radio.) Emergency! Emergency! Emergency to all UNIT national HQ's - stand by for a special announcement.

(The BRIGADIER comes back in and stands over the radio.)

2ND VOICE: (Over radio.) Here is the latest official report: the international situation is growing steadily worse. War now seems inevitable. As yet, there is no further news of Sir Reginald Styles, who has flown to Peking in a last minute attempt to persuade the Chinese to con...reconsider their withdrawal.
1ST VOICE: (Over radio.) Observation satellites report troops massing along the Russian-Chinese frontier. In South America and Southern Asia, reports say fighting has already broken out in many regions. All UNIT personnel are hereby placed in maximum alert!


32: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY

(The DOCTOR is again making adjustments to the time machine. He puts the set down and it starts to hum.)


33: EXT. AUDERLY HOUSE

(The DOCTOR can be seen through the open French window and he walks across the room.)

DOCTOR: Jo! Jo!

(In the shrubbery, the three Guerillas arrive and crouch down. SHURA takes aim with his blaster at the figure.)


34: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY

(The DOCTOR pours himself a drink from a table next to the French window and then steps away.)


35: EXT. AUDERLY HOUSE

(His target having moved, SHURA lowers his blaster. ANAT signals to him to move and he starts to run towards the house. ANAT and the third Guerilla - BOAZ - then run in another direction but also towards the house. SHURA reaches the house, checks round and then enters the study.)


36: INT. AUDERLY HOUSE. STUDY

(He looks round the empty room. He quickly spots the humming time machine and puts his blaster down. He walks towards the machine but is interrupted when the DOCTOR, glass in hand, enters the room. SHURA runs at him but the DOCTOR casually gives him an Akido punch to the stomach and then a chop to the neck. As SHURA falls to the ground, the DOCTOR takes a sip of his drink. He walks over to the settee and puts his glass down on the table as SHURA gets up and runs at him again. The DOCTOR grabs him and throws him over onto the settee. SHURA tries to get up but the DOCTOR places a nerve hold on his chest and the Guerilla lies back helpless.)

SHURA: Please! Turn that machine off - or they'll kill all of us! Please!


37: INT. CONTROL ROOM

(The GIRL TECHNICIAN at her station picks up the signal.)

GIRL TECHNICIAN: Sir?
CONTROLLER: Yes?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: We've picked up that time transmitter again.
CONTROLLER: You're sure?

(He steps over to her.)

GIRL TECHNICIAN: Yes, sir. Same frequency, same time...time zone. Much stronger now.
CONTROLLER: Right. I want the exact space-time co-ordinates so whatever happens, don't lose it!

(He steps over to his chair.)


38: INT. DALEKS CHAMBER

(His image appears on a screen high up on the wall in the DALEKS metallic chamber. Two grey DALEKS are in here together with the gold coloured CHIEF DALEK.)

CONTROLLER: (On monitor.) We have a fix on the time transfer device. It is operating again in the twentieth century time zone and it must be them.
CHIEF DALEK: You have obtained the space-time co-ordinates?
CONTROLLER: (On monitor.) We're trying now. The trace is much stronger this time. There is every chance...
CHIEF DALEK: (Interrupts.) You must not fail!
CONTROLLER: (On monitor.) Security forces are standing by. If we do get the co-ordinates, what are your instructions?
CHIEF DALEK: Whoever is operating the time machine is an enemy of the Daleks. All enemies of the Daleks must be destroyed! Exterminate them!

(The three DALEKS start to chant...)

DALEKS: Exterminate them! Exterminate them! Exterminate them!


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Doctor Who
JON PERTWEE

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart
NICHOLAS COURTNEY

Jo Grant
KATY MANNING

Controller
AUBREY WOODS

Captain Yates
RICHARD FRANKLIN

Sergeant Benton
JOHN LEVENE

Anat
ANNA BARRY

Shura
JIMMY WINSTON

Boaz
SCOTT FREDERICKS

Sir Reginald Styles
WILFRID CARTER

Miss Paget
JEAN McFARLANE

Girl Technician
DEBORAH BRAYSHAW

U.N.I.T Radio Operator
GYPSIE KEMP

Guerilla
TIM CONDREN

Ogrons
RICK LESTER
MAURICE BUSH

Daleks
JOHN SCOTT MARTIN
RICKY NEWBY
MURPHY GRUMBAR

Daleks Voices
OLIVER GILBERT
PETER MESSALINE

Title Music By
RON GRAINER
and BBC Radiophonic Workshop

Daleks Originated by
TERRY NATION

Incidental Music By
DUDLEY SIMPSON

Special Sound
BRIAN HODGSON

Film Cameraman
FRED HAMILTON

Film Editor
DAN RAE

Visual Effects
JIM WARD

Costumes
MARY HUSBAND

Make-up
HEATHER STEWART

Lighting
ALAN HORNE

Sound
TONY MILLIER

Script Editor
TERRANCE DICKS

Designer
DAVID MYERSCOUGH-JONES

Producer
BARRY LETTS

Directed by
PAUL BERNARD

COLOUR

BBC 1972

 

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