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CARNIVAL
OF
MONSTERS

BY
ROBERT HOLMES

EPISODE THREE


1: EXT. MARSH

JO: Look!

(A gigantic reptilian creature bursts from the wet swampy ground. It has an elongated trunk of a body, six eyes on stalks on the top of its head and a huge red mouth with massive white teeth including several long incisors. It looks down on and screams a roar at the two helpless visitors to its domain. Suddenly the Drashig starts to move forward, sliding along with the exaggerated movement of a snail. It moves its concertinaed body past the DOCTOR and JO and off into the distance.)

JO: What a horrible thing! Why didn't it attack us?
DOCTOR: It couldn't have seen us, Jo. Must be hunting by scent.
JO: Hunting what?
DOCTOR: Us, I'm afraid. It's following our outward trail.

(JO looks horrified.)

JO: But...it'll be at the cave when we get back there!

(They suddenly hear another subdued cry of a Drashig.)

JO: What's that?
DOCTOR: There's more than one of those things about, Jo. Let's go.

(They start running across the swamp.)


2: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(The assessment committee and VORG and SHIRNA continue to watch.)

ORUM: They are escaping.
VORG: Nothing escapes the Drashigs! Even that size they terrify me.
PLETRAC: How many are there?
SHIRNA: In the scope? Oh, just one colony - twenty or so.
KALIK: Where do they come from?
VORG: One of Grundle's satellites. It's said that many years ago, a battlethruster landed there for emergency repairs. It had a crew of fifty and all the latest armaments. They thought they could hold the Drashigs off - huh!
PLETRAC: (Nervously.) What happened?
SHIRNA: Nothing more was heard from them so a scout orbiter was sent out. The pictures showed nothing left of the thruster. It had been eaten.
PLETRAC: (Horrified.) Eaten? They eat a spaceship?
SHIRNA: Apart from just a few scraps of the reactor ventricle. They're omnivorous.
VORG: Of course, they prefer flesh when they can get it.

(KALIK smiles to himself and nods...)


3: EXT. MARSH

(The DOCTOR and JO with some speed through the swampy terrain, despite having to wade across the gaseous streams and pools.)

DOCTOR: Come on, Jo!
JO: (Exhausted.) I can't.

(The cave is just ahead of them.)

DOCTOR: But you must! We're nearly there!

(JO looks over the DOCTOR'S shoulder in wide-eyed terror.)

JO: Doctor!

(He turns. Three Drashigs are looming near the cave.)

DOCTOR: Run for it, Jo!

(JO is up to her knees in a bubbling stream. She tries to move her legs but can't.)

JO: I...Doctor, I'm stuck!

(The DOCTOR reaches into his pocket and pulls out his sonic screwdriver. He points it at the marsh gas which lies between them and the Drashigs and switches the tool on. Immediately, the gas starts to burst into explosions of flame. The Drashigs scream in pain as the flames surround them. JO has now sunk into the muddy stream up to her waist. The immediate danger over, the DOCTOR rushes back and starts to pull her out.)

JO: They're coming back!

(The Drashigs are now between them and the cave and getting nearer.)


4: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(KALIK almost looks concerned...)

KALIK: (To VORG.) Erm, can't you help them?
VORG: Me?!
KALIK: You're in charge of the machine. Can't you get the Tellurians out of there?
VORG: (Aghast.) What? But I should have to put my hand inside!
SHIRNA: Oh, go on, Vorg. We can't stand here and let them be torn to pieces.

(VORG looks dumbstruck...)


5: EXT. MARSH

(The DOCTOR switches on the sonic screwdriver again but this time, there is no eruption of flame.)

DOCTOR: It's no good. There's not enough gas.

(He turns back to the problem of getting JO free and manages to yank her out of the stream and onto firmer ground. Suddenly, a giant hand comes down out of the sky and starts to swat the Drashigs back. The DOCTOR and JO use the diversion and dash the last few yards into the cave.)


6: INT. CAVE

JO: Doctor, that hand we...!
DOCTOR: No time to talk about that now, Jo! Let's get out of here - come on!

(They go through the metal plate door and back into the workings of the scope.)


7: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(Once back into the calm, humming interior, JO slumps sitting to the floor.)

JO: (Gasping.) Doctor...I've got to rest.

(The DOCTOR slides down next to her.)

DOCTOR: Yes, I'm beginning to feel the century's meself.

(JO gasps an agreement and tries to get her breath back.)

JO: That...that swamp place - it wasn't the real outside, was it?
DOCTOR: No, I thought it was at first though.
JO: But that hand - that came from the real outside, didn't it?
DOCTOR: Mm hmm.
JO: The giants were trying to help us.
DOCTOR: Yes...

(He suddenly realises and slaps his leg.)

DOCTOR: By jingo, I've got it! I know what this is!
JO: What?

(He sits up.)

DOCTOR: We're in a miniscope!
JO: Miniscope?
DOCTOR: Yes, you...you know, Jo, it's like, erm, it's like one of those things, those...those glass cases that people keep colonies of ants in.
JO: (Puzzled.) Well, yes, but I don't see... (Realises.) Well, wait a minute, do you mean that...that Major Daly and all those people on the ship are in a...in a sort of a peepshow?
DOCTOR: That's right, Jo, and you and I are inside its works.
JO: And outside there are...people and...and creatures just looking at us for kicks?
DOCTOR: Very probably.
JO: They must be evil and horrible!
DOCTOR: No, not necessarily, Jo. Thoughtless, maybe.
JO: Thoughtless?!
DOCTOR: Well, haven't you ever been to the zoo? Have you never kept goldfish in a bowl?
JO: Well, yes, but that's slightly different. We're not animals.
DOCTOR: We are to those creatures up there, Jo.

(He puts on a showman's voice...)

DOCTOR: Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! And see these funny little creatures in their native 'abitat! Watch 'em go through their funny little tricks! Poke 'em with a stick and make 'em jump!
JO: Stop it, Doctor, it's not funny!
DOCTOR: No. Oh no, believe me, I'm just as angry as you are. As a matter of fact, I had a great deal to do with the banning of these miniscopes.
JO: (Puzzled.) Y...you did?
DOCTOR: Yes, I did. I managed to persuade the High Council of the Time Lords they were an offence against the dignity of sentient lifeforms.
JO: But I thought the Time Lords never interfered?
DOCTOR: Yes, well they don't as a rule. But, frankly, I made such a nuisance of myself that...well, they banned the things.
JO: But, well if these scope things were banned, how come we're inside one?
DOCTOR: I don't know. Well, officially they were all called in and destroyed.
JO: Somehow this one was missed.
DOCTOR: Yeah, looks like it. (Thinks.) The TARDIS must have materialised...it...must have materialised in its compression field.
JO: So, here we are all cosily wrapped up with the other specimens.
DOCTOR: Yeah, but not for long, Jo. We'll soon get out of here.
JO: Huh, will we? Seems to me we have a choice of being shot by those idiots on the ship, or eaten by those horrors out there.

(They hear the roar of the Drashigs.)


8: EXT. MARSH

(The three huge roaring creatures slither towards the cave mouth.)


9: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT

(SHIRNA sees this on the scope as VORG sits down eating a fruit. The two are alone.)

SHIRNA: Vorg, look at this. They're following the Tellurians.
VORG: I should have thought of that. The Drashigs never leave a scent - not with a meal at the end of it.
SHIRNA: But if they can get out of their circuit, Vorg, anything can happen. They might even escape from the scope!
VORG: Keep your voice down, girl. We're in trouble enough as it is.


10: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(The next roar is immediately behind the metal door.)

JO: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Come on, Jo. It's time we got out of here.

(They get up and run off. Another roar sounders even louder and they turn and watch as a Drashig bursts through the wall from the cave and into the inner workings of the scope. The two run off as fast as they can along a flat circuit.)


11: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(Night has fallen across the desert seen outside of the port. PLETRAC paces nervously between his two colleagues.)

PLETRAC: What is the legal position, Kalik?
KALIK: According to law, the Lurmans should be deported and the zoological specimens impounded, destroyed.
ORUM: But how?
PLETRAC: Ye...how, indeed? The eradicator is powerless against their scope. That is why one suggests, in order to save face, that the Lurmans be deported together with their machine.
ORUM: Agreed.
KALIK: This tribunal is not empowered to bend regulations, Pletrac - not even to save face.
PLETRAC: We must be flexible! If we can't destroy the thing, what else can we do?
KALIK: One suggests that you, Chairman Pletrac, seek special authority from Zarb.
PLETRAC: (Sighs.) That may take time.
KALIK: It is the correct procedure.
PLETRAC: (Sighs again.) Orum?
ORUM: Kalik is right. The tribunal should observe the correct forms of procedure.
PLETRAC: Oh, very well. Make sure the functionaries with the eradicator remain alert.

(He strides off. KALIK smiles.)


12: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(The DOCTOR and JO run along another circuit. They reach a junction.)

DOCTOR: We've got an advantage over them, Jo - we're smaller than them.
JO: That's an advantage?
DOCTOR: Yes, if we keep to the narrow sections, we can move faster.
JO: You never give in, do you, Doctor?

(A Drashig roars uncomfortably close behind them. They look and see is elongated reptilian body slithering along.)

DOCTOR: Come on, quick! Down this way!

(They move down a circuit and through the Y-shaped circuit again using its ridges as steps downwards.)

DOCTOR: Come on! Come on, give me your hand.

(He takes JO'S hand and helps her step down.)

DOCTOR: Come on, up you go. That's it, dear. Quick as you can.

(JO reaches the bottom in a panic.)

JO: Oh, Doctor, those things'll follow us to the end of time! They'll never give up either!


13: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(VORG and SHIRNA are slumped asleep, VORG on their luggage and SHIRNA against the TARDIS. The scope suddenly starts giving out a bleeping alarm.)

SHIRNA: Hey, Vorg!
VORG: (Waking.) What...mmm...what?

(He looks up sleepily at the scope.)

VORG: Oh, it's just a minor block in one of the feed lines, that's all.
SHIRNA: That minor block is probably a Drashig - look.

(The Drashig's marsh home appears on the glowsphere.)

SHIRNA: Not a Drashig to be seen.
VORG: Well? That's not unusual.
SHIRNA: After all that excitement? You know what they're like. Normally they mill round for hours.
VORG: Well?

(She suddenly realises what this means.)

SHIRNA: They're loose inside the scope, Vorg! They must be roaming round out of their circuit!
VORG: What?

(ORUM and KALIK, conferring quietly nearby, overhear this...)

ORUM: The machine has become dangerous?
VORG: No, no, no, your worship, not at all, no.

(KALIK and ORUM walk over.)

SHIRNA: Oh, tell 'em the truth. What does it matter now?
ORUM: What is the truth?
VORG: My assistant is an imaginative gi...
KALIK: (Interrupts.) Quiet.
VORG: Whatever you say. Er, you can rely upon my profound silence for as long as you desire...
KALIK: (Interrupts.) What is the truth?
SHIRNA: We think the Drashigs have broken out of their circuit.
VORG: You speak for yourself. Personally, I don't...
KALIK: (Shouts.) Silence!
ORUM: Broken out?
SHIRNA: Well, they went into that cave after the Tellurians and none of them have come out again.
ORUM: Where does the cave lead?
SHIRNA: Down into the supply lines. There's a control valve at the back of the cave.
VORG: (To SHIRNA.) Look, if the Drashigs have broken out of their circuit, and I don't for one moment believe that they have, whose fault is it, Sir...Shirna? Whose suggestion was it that I help the Tellurians escape?
KALIK: Mine.
VORG: (Bows.) And a most merciful and compassionate gesture, your worship!
ORUM: (Quietly amused.) Merciful and compassionate?
KALIK: One has...twinges.


14: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(As the DOCTOR and JO carry on their relentless run through the workings of the scope, more Drashigs are coming through the burst hole from the cave.)


15: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(ORUM and KALIK are on the upper level walkway.)

ORUM: You expected the Drashigs...
KALIK: Shh!

(He indicates silence and they walk down to the lower level, KALIK looking round all time to make sure that they are not observed. Satisfied that they are not, he indicates with a nod of the head to ORUM that he can speak. They do so quietly.)

ORUM: You expected the Drashigs to follow the Tellurians?
KALIK: They follow a scent blindly, so that primitive told us.
ORUM: What's to be gained by that?
KALIK: Possibly the world.
ORUM: What?
KALIK: The Tellurians will try to escape.
ORUM: And?
KALIK: The Drashigs will follow them.
ORUM: What good will that do any of us?
KALIK: Listen, Orum. For thousands of years, ever since the great space plague, our world has stood alone and been the stronger for it. Now Zarb is trying to change our ways.
ORUM: Because the functionaries are growing restive. They need distractions.
KALIK: What the functionaries need, Orum, what we all need, is something to unite us. We need a sense of purpose, we need a new leader, we need a war!
ORUM: Ha! How do you propose to achieve all that, Kalik?
KALIK: By leading the rebellion against my dear brother Zarb.

(ORUM is silent at this statement.)


16: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(The DOCTOR and JO continue their desperate attempt at escape from the pursuing Drashigs. They reach a point where the circuit that they are running on reaches an end with a sheer drop into the darkness of the machine workings below. They kneel down and the DOCTOR retrieves a coin from his pocket which he drops into the well. After several long seconds they hear the chink as it lands below. They look disappointed.)

JO: Well?
DOCTOR: Well, logically, there should be an extractor down there. Well, if I'd designed it, there would be one.

(They hear another distant roar behind them.)

JO: They're still following us, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Persistent little beggars, aren't they?
JO: (Despondent.) Well, that's it. We're done for.
DOCTOR: I wonder?
JO: Well, we'll break our necks if we try to get down there. We'll just go on wandering as...around this ghastly machine forever. Well, sooner or later, we'll crawl round a corner and run slap into one of them.

(The next roar sounds nearer.)

DOCTOR: Things do look a little difficult at the moment, I must admit.
JO: Difficult? They're impossible.
DOCTOR: Not impossible, Jo. Nothing's impossible. There's always an answer if you can find it.
JO: Yes, such as?
DOCTOR: Well, that's the trouble - finding it. No, I think this is the time for lateral thinking.
JO: What?
DOCTOR: Well, instead of approaching the problem from head on, you approach it sort of sideways.
JO: Sideways?
DOCTOR: Yes, take our own particular example for a moment, eh? This is our problem; we can't go forward because this shaft is too steep, we can't go back the way we came because of our hungry little friends here.
JO: Oh, I see! So we've got to go sideways.
DOCTOR: Well,...I didn't mean it quite so literally, Jo. If...if we move sideways, we'll find ourselves back on the ship.
JO: (Excited.) Wait a minute - the ship! Well, that's it! There's rope on the ship, miles of it! We can use it to get down the shaft. Oh, Doctor, you're brilliant!
DOCTOR: I am?
JO: Yes, of course you are! I see what you mean now be lateral thinking. Come on, let's go.
DOCTOR: Right, hang on a minute. Let's take a look at the plan.
JO: Right.

(He takes his notebook out of his pocket.)

DOCTOR: Now, according to this plan, there should be a way back on the ship...

(There is another roar, again somewhat nearer.)

DOCTOR: Just around the corner. Come on.

(They get up and move off in the direction indicated.)


17: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(Sat down, VORG is rifling through one of their bags as SHIRNA, nearby, continues to look over the scope.)

SHIRNA: They must be in that upper section, Vorg. Can't you push them back into the circuit?
VORG: I'm not putting my hand in there again!
SHIRNA: Well, think of something! They'll wreck the machine if you leave them there.
VORG: Look, all they're interested in, Shirna, is the Tellurians. The minute they're polished off, they'll probably follow their own trail back home.
SHIRNA: Why don't you close down the support system?

(He pulls a bottle of green liquid out of the bag.)

VORG: Because I can't. We'd lose the entire collection.


18: INT. SS BERNICE. CARGO HOLD

(An elongated hexagonal shaped door in the side of the darkened hold of the "SS Bernice" opens. The DOCTOR steps cautiously out and looks round.)

DOCTOR: Right, it's all clear. Come on.

(Jo follows him, pulling the door closed behind her. They move further into the hold.)

JO: How much do we need?
DOCTOR: About a dozen fathoms, I should think.
JO: Fathoms?
DOCTOR: Ah, here's some here.

(They move to pick up some rope which is behind one of the packing crates. Suddenly they hear the clanking of the hold door being unlocked.)

DOCTOR: Quick!

(They crouch down behind the crate. The iron door creaks open and ANDREWS, armed with a rifle, and a sweating MAJOR DALY enter the hold, looking cautiously around.)

JOHN ANDREWS: Can't see anything here, Major.
MAJOR DALY: Well, I heard it quite plainly. Like the hound of the bally Baskervilles!
JOHN ANDREWS: Are you sure it came from here, sir?
MAJOR DALY: Positive, old boy.
JOHN ANDREWS: Well, perhaps some of the cargo shifted.
MAJOR DALY: Oh, sea's a bit calm for that, isn't it?
JOHN ANDREWS: Well, vibration could have done it, sir. The skipper's got her up to full steam, trying to make up a few hours.
MAJOR DALY: Ah, Bombay tomorrow, eh? By Jove, I could do with a soak in a tub of fresh water, what?

(ANDREWS has spotted something and signals for quiet. He nods towards the crate from behind which JO'S booted foot peeks out.)

JOHN ANDREWS: Alright, come on out from there.

(He cranks the handle of his rifle back.)

JOHN ANDREWS: It's no good lying doggo. I can see your foot.

(JO looks round and sees that it is her foot that he is talking about. She indicates to the DOCTOR that he should stay where he is and keep quiet. He nods and she stands up in full view of the two men.)

MAJOR DALY: By jingo, a memsahib!
JOHN ANDREWS: Where did you stowaway?
JO: (Sighs.) Here we go again!
JOHN ANDREWS: What?
JO: Nothing.
JOHN ANDREWS: Well, you'd better come with us, Miss.

(Unperturbed, JO strides out of the hold. The two 'captors' follow and the DOCTOR rises cautiously up from his hiding place.)


19: EXT. INTER MINOR. DESERT (NIGHT)

(ORUM and KALIK walk in the night air of the desert next to the space port.)

ORUM: Zarb's position is secure. How can a rebellion succeed?
KALIK: The Drashigs escape from the machine and then into the city. They would cause havoc before finally being destroyed. The Central Bureau would be forced to admit to serious miscalculation, and on whose part, Orum? Who would be blamed?
ORUM: President Zarb!
KALIK: Exactly. The Drashigs are only here because of Zarb's liberal-minded weakness.
ORUM: Popular feeling would be aroused against him, certainly.


20: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(They walk back into the port and talk quieter as the functionaries with the eradicator.)

ORUM: But you're forgetting one thing.
KALIK: What?
ORUM: The eradicator.

(They glance at the weapon.)

ORUM: Assuming the Drashigs do escape, they'll never get into the city.


21: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(JO drinks a glass of orange juice as CLAIRE DALY pours one for herself.)

CLAIRE DALY: Why don't you tell John how you came aboard?
JO: 'Cos he wouldn't believe me.
CLAIRE DALY: Well, he'll only keep questioning you until you do tell him the truth. It's his job, you see?
JO: Look, how long do you think you've been on this ship?
CLAIRE DALY: What?
JO: Well, you know - how long?
CLAIRE DALY: Do you mean since we left England?
JO: Well, yes, if you like.
CLAIRE DALY: Mmm, nearly four weeks - why?
JO: Well, doesn't it seem like ages? I mean, well don't you seem like you've been doing the same things for as long as you can remember?

(CLAIRE suddenly looks as if she has had a fleeting memory. But her face clears almost as quickly and, with a sigh, she shakes her head.)

CLAIRE DALY: Ah, I don't know what you mean.

(ANDREWS and MAJOR DALY come back into the saloon.)

JOHN ANDREWS: The Captain wants to see you, Miss.
JO: Oh, well, anything for a change.
JOHN ANDREWS: Well, not a pleasant change, I'm afraid. He's certain to put you under arrest.
JO: Well last time he was too busy to see me.
MAJOR DALY: (Puzzled.) Last time?
JO: Well, yes, when I was put in your cabin, Major Daly. No, wait a minute. No, that wasn't last time. That was the time before. Oh, can't any of you remember anything?


22: INT. SS BERNICE. CARGO HOLD

(The DOCTOR, a length of rope slung over his shoulder, heads back for the hexagonal door. He opens it - into the screaming roar of a Drashig on the other side. He jumps back hurriedly and watches as the huge reptile crashes through the wall from the workings of the scope. The DOCTOR, a look of fear on his face, backs up towards the opposite wall as the Drashig starts to push its way into the hold, roaring all the time.)


23: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(The cries reach the saloon.)

MAJOR DALY: There it is again, Andrews!
JOHN ANDREWS: And it did come from the for'ard hold!
MAJOR DALY: Why...


24: INT. SS BERNICE. CARGO HOLD

(The DOCTOR is still backing up as the Drashig moves nearer. Suddenly, the DOCTOR falls to the floor and a small packing case lands on top of him. The door to the hold opens and ANDREWS with his rifle, two armed Indian sailors and MAJOR DALY run in. They look up in disbelief at the Drashig.)

MAJOR DALY: I don't believe it!
JOHN ANDREWS: Fire!

(They fire several shots at the screaming, roaring creature which have no effect. ANDREWS indicates that they should get out.)


25: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(ORUM watches in surprise as KALIK send the eradicator detachment of functionaries off.)

ORUM: (Whispers.) Where are they going?
KALIK: (Whispers.) To the guard block. One ordered them to take their repasts.
ORUM: (Whispers, shocked.) But regulations state that no eradicator must be left unattended. If there's a heat build-up, it could engage accidentally!
KALIK: (Whispers.) But this one won't, Orum - will it?


26: EXT. SS BERNICE. MAIN DECK

(The "SS Bernice" is in a panic. The Indian sailors shout at each other in their native language. One runs across the deck head towards ANDREWS.)

JOHN ANDREWS: What is it, man?

(Up above, the bearded, white-uniformed CAPTAIN comes out of the bridge and shouts down to ANDREWS.)

CAPTAIN: What's going on, Mr. Andrews?
JOHN ANDREWS: (To the sailor.) Right, get going.

(He shouts up at the CAPTAIN.)

JOHN ANDREWS: It's through into the after hold, sir.
CAPTAIN: Well, where on earth did it come from, man? Out of the bilges?
JOHN ANDREWS: It's as big as an elephant, sir - bigger.
CAPTAIN: Bosun, where's that gun?
JOHN ANDREWS: I know where there's something even more useful, sir, in the for'ard hold - dynamite.

(As ANDREWS runs to the bow of the ship, the CAPTAIN yells down to the Indian Bosun.)

CAPTAIN: Bosun, chalo, chalo!___!


27: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(As KALIK keeps watch, ORUM is trying to sabotage the unattended eradicator gun. Suddenly KALIK hisses twice and ORUM hurriedly pockets a component from the eradicator as PLETRAC walks into the area.)

PLETRAC: (Pleased.) President Zarb has granted special powers. The Lurmans and their machine are to be deported.
ORUM: Excellent!

(KALIK glances over at the TARDIS.)

KALIK: And the, er, Tellurian vessel?
PLETRAC: Oh, that too can be loaded and jettisoned in deep space, unless of course the Lurmans wish to enter a claim of ownership.
ORUM: Agreed.

(Suddenly, PLETRAC sees that the functionaries are nowhere to be seen.)

PLETRAC: (Appalled.) Where are the functionaries?! Why is the eradicator unattended?!
KALIK: Er, one ordered them to leave it.
PLETRAC: You ordered them? You?!
KALIK: They had been on duty continually for two periods.
PLETRAC: You have exceeded your authority, Kalik! There will be an enquiry.
KALIK: Very well.
PLETRAC: But where are the functionaries?
ORUM: In the guard room.
PLETRAC: Well, fetch them! Fetch them at once!

(ORUM runs nervously from the area. KALIK is about to follow but PLETRAC holds him back.)

PLETRAC: From the time this tribunal is dissolved, Kalik, you will be suspended pending my official report. Is that clear?
KALIK: Perfectly, Chairman Pletrac, perfectly clear.

(He smiles and walks off.)


28: EXT. SS BERNICE. MAIN DECK

(MAJOR DALY is leading his daughter and an unwilling JO towards a lifeboat. The banging of the Drashig against the hold cover can be heard.)

MAJOR DALY: Come on.
JO: But the Doctor's down there!
MAJOR DALY: No place for the fair sex, my dear.
JO: I must go!
MAJOR DALY: Take place in a lifeboat, the pair of you.
JO: I'm not leaving here.

(One of the Indian sailors walks up with what looks like a sub-machine gun.)

MAJOR DALY: Ah, the very thing.

(The sailor begins to speak to the MAJOR in his own language.)

MAJOR DALY: Give it to me, man.

(Despite the sailor's protests, the MAJOR takes the gun off him.)

MAJOR DALY: Quiet!

(The MAJOR runs towards the bow of the ship, followed by JO. Up above, the CAPTAIN sees what is about to happen and shouts a warning out...)

CAPTAIN: Look out below, Major Daly!

(The MAJOR turns. They hear a noise like the shredding of metal and turn to see the Drashig bursting through the hold cover. The MAJOR starts to pump the roaring, shrieking creature full of bullets. It sways and they hear it fall into the sea.)


29: INT. SS BERNICE. CARGO HOLD

(The DOCTOR is still unconscious. ANDREWS runs into the hold. He grabs a crowbar off a hook and starts to lever open a crate lid.)


30: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(JO, a captor again, is led back into the saloon by the MAJOR. CLAIRE follows.)

MAJOR DALY: I'm sorry, my dear, I'm sure the Captain won't be long. By Jove, that beast took a bit of stopping, eh? Well, we could all do with a chocker peg, what?

(He heads for the drinks tray.)

CLAIRE DALY: I've never seen anything like it. (To JO.) Have you?
JO: Well, actually, I have. There's rather a lot of them about.
MAJOR DALY: Yes, strange waters these, you know?
JO: (Pleading.) Oh, look, please? I've got to find the Doctor.
MAJOR DALY: Ahh, you feeling a bit umpty? I'm not at all surprised!

(JO looks upset at her inability to make them understand.)


31: INT. SS BERNICE. CARGO HOLD

(As other nearby Drashigs roar, ANDREWS lights a stick of dynamite. The DOCTOR comes round and sees what he is about to do.)

DOCTOR: No, man, don't! You'll blow us all to bits! Don't!

(But a Drashig is sighted through the ripped hole in the wall from the scope workings. ANDREWS throws the dynamite through. It explodes within. He runs forward with another lit stick.)

DOCTOR: No, man, no!

(This too is thrown through. ANDREWS runs from the hold and the second stick explodes with a massive ferocity that makes the DOCTOR crouch down for safety.)


32: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(Torn electrical circuits spark as the immediate effect of the explosion recedes. The DOCTOR cautiously approaches the hole in the wall and looks through.)

DOCTOR: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. That's done it.


33: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(VORG and SHIRNA are sat with their luggage, still waiting for their deportation. SHIRNA suddenly notices the effect on the scopes console.)

SHIRNA: Look at those dials, Vorg.

(She gets up and looks closer.)

VORG: What about them?
SHIRNA: They're suddenly dropping back - all of them! All the circuits!
VORG: They can't be.
SHIRNA: Well, look for yourself. It's a general power failure.

(VORG joins her.)

VORG: Don't be ridiculous. The power system's fully protected.
SHIRNA: Well?
VORG: Well it can't be a power failure.
SHIRNA: The generators.
VORG: The generators were built by the old Eternity Perpetual Company. They're designed to last forever. That's why the company went bankrupt.
SHIRNA: Well, they're still dropping. They'll be down to critical soon.
VORG: I can see that.
SHIRNA: (Sighs.) Well that's that then. That's the scope finished.
VORG: There should be enough power already in the circuits to keep it functioning for a time.
SHIRNA: How long?
VORG: I don't know. Nothing like this has ever happened before.
SHIRNA: Long enough to repair it?
VORG: Maybe...if I still had that handbook.
SHIRNA: You've not lost it?!

(VORG looks sheepish.)


34: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS

(Next to the long dark shaft, the DOCTOR ties the ship's rope to a metal strut.)


35: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(JO still waits in the saloon. ANDREWS walks in.)

MAJOR DALY: Oh, hello, old chap, sundowner?
JOHN ANDREWS: Oh, not for me, sir?
MAJOR DALY: Claire?
CLAIRE DALY: No, thank you, daddy. John and I are just going for a walk.
MAJOR DALY: Oh.
JOHN ANDREWS: Twenty times round the deck is a mile...

(JO, unnoticed for the last moment, steps forward.)

JO: You've forgotten, haven't you? You've forgotten everything!
MAJOR DALY: 'Pon my soul!
JOHN ANDREWS: Who are you?
JO: (Sighs.) Here we go again.
JOHN ANDREWS: You're not a passenger. Where did you come from?
JO: How do know I'm not a passenger?
JOHN ANDREWS: What?
JO: Well, since none of you can remember more than about...ten minutes ago, how do you know?


36: INT. SCOPE WORKINGS. BASE OF SHAFT

(The DOCTOR climbs down the rope to the bottom of the shaft. The wounded Drashig lies there. He looks briefly over the almost still creature and then looks round. He spots another hexagonal metal door and starts to feel over it for a way through.)


37: INT. SS BERNICE. PASSENGER SALOON

(JO is still desperately trying to get through to the three people in the saloon...)

JO: Can't you remember shooting the monster about...twenty minutes ago?
CLAIRE DALY: What monster?
JO: I was with you when you shot it down, Major!
MAJOR DALY: (Smiling.) Wha...?

(The three look at each other in total bafflement. JO gives up, sighs and runs out of the saloon. The MAJOR laughs.)

MAJOR DALY: Oh, poor young girl. Must have a touch of the sun, what?
JOHN ANDREWS: Maybe. Still, we can't have stowaways wandering about.
MAJOR DALY: No.
JOHN ANDREWS: Better get after her.
MAJOR DALY: Yeah.

(ANDREWS runs onto the deck and the MAJOR makes to follow.)

MAJOR DALY: (To CLAIRE.) Watch out for the monster!

(Laughing, he follows the young officer. Again, CLAIRE'S face shows that she has a fleeting memory.)


38: EXT. INTER MINOR. SPACE PORT (NIGHT)

(VORG is working on the scope. SHIRA shakes her head.)

SHIRNA: The power's still dropping, Vorg.

(PLETRAC steps forward.)

PLETRAC: What are you doing?
VORG: (Quietly.) I wish I knew.

(VORG suddenly realises who is talking to him. He spins round.)

VORG: Er, oh! Routine maintenance, your worship.

(SHIRNA suddenly lets out a cry of fear and disgust. At her feet, a panel on the side of the scope opens and the tiny form of the DOCTOR staggers out and then falls to the floor...)


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DR. WHO
JON PERTWEE

Jo Grant
KATY MANNING

Major Daly
TENNIEL EVANS

John Andrews
IAN MARTER

Claire Daly
JENNY McCRACKEN

Vorg
LESLIE DWYER

Shirna
CHERYL HALL

Pletrac
PETER HALLIDAY

Kalik
MICHAEL WISHER

Orum
TERENCE LODGE

Captain
ANDREW STAINES

Written by
ROBERT HOLMES

Title Music
RON GRAINER
and
BBC Radiophonic Workshop

Incidental Music by
DUDLEY SIMPSON

Special Sound
BRIAN HODGSON

Film Cameraman
PETER HAMILTON

Film Sound
DEREK MEDUS

Film Editor
PETER EVANS

Visual Effects Design
JOHN HORTON

Costume Designer
JAMES ACHESON

Make-up
ANGELA SEYFANG

Lighting
CLIVE THOMAS

Sound
GORDON MACKIE

Script Editor
TERRANCE DICKS

Designer
ROGER LIMINTON

Directed by
BARRY LETTS

COLOUR

BBC 1972

 

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