1: EXT. ALBERT EMBANKMENT
(London: Bird song is the only sound that is heard along the pavement that runs down from St. Thomas's Hospital. In front of the Houses of Parliament, the
Thames is devoid of moving river traffic.)
2: EXT. WESTMINSTER BRIDGE
(Slightly downstream, nothing crosses the Thames either. Westminster Bridge - normally a vital artery in the city - is utterly vacant of vehicles.)
3: EXT. WHITEHALL
(The hub of Government is silent, still and deserted. No civil servants come out of the Foreign and Commonwealth office and pass by the Cenotaph.)
4: EXT. TRAFALGAR SQUARE
(In Trafalgar Square, not a pedestrian or vehicle is seen to move. The fountains are switched off. )
5: EXT. MARGARET STREET
(Margaret Street, running parallel and to the north of Oxford Street is as quiet as the grave.)
6: EXT. HAYMARKET
(Haymarket, on the cusp of theatreland and governmental London is bereft of the normal bustle of shoppers and tourists that are usually to be seen. A lone
pigeon walks across the road, for once at no danger at all from the crush of vehicles.)
7: EXT. BILLINGSGATE MARKET
(The old Billingsgate Market off Lower Thames Street betrays its decay more than usual in this deserted silence, broken only when a dog barks.)
8: EXT. LONG LANE
(What should be another hive of activity - Smithfield Market - is equally deserted.)
9: EXT. COVENT GARDEN
(In the very centre of London, Covent Garden shows no sign of human habitation.)
10: EXT. REGENT'S PARK OUTER CIRCLE
(Residential London, starting near Regent's Park, also has none of the movement associated with one of the largest and greatest cities on Earth.)
11: EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET
(At last, life. A slightly emaciated dog laps something up from the well of a car, its door left open as if hurriedly abandoned. It moves off past a row of
houses that are partially decayed...and partially crushed in.)
12: EXT. ANOTHER RESIDENTIAL STREET
(A leather satchel full of coins lies untouched on the pavement. Near to it are several broken milk bottles and the milkfloat itself abandoned on the kerb.)
13: EXT. PARK
(Scattered on the ground of a leafy public park are the remains of children's toys, but there are no children. Then the silence is broken by the
materialisation of the TARDIS. The door opens and SARAH steps cautiously out. She looks round as the DOCTOR follows, locking the door shut behind him. SARAH
wears the same clothes that she wore when she stowed aboard the TARDIS at the research centre. The DOCTOR has changed into a dark blue smoking jacket and wears
a tweed cloth cloak.)
SARAH: Seems to be alright.
DOCTOR: Well, I told you I'd get you back home safely, didn't I?
SARAH: We set off from the research centre.
DOCTOR: Well, there's no point in going back there. No, I set course for UNIT HQ.
SARAH: Well, this isn't UNIT HQ.
DOCTOR: Space time co-ordinates were a bit out, that's all. We can't be far away.
SARAH: So where are we?
DOCTOR: Somewhere in London.
SARAH: And when?
DOCTOR: Well when we left - give or take a few weeks.
SARAH: It's not the nineteenth century or the twenty-first?
DOCTOR: My dear Sarah, you are perfectly safe. Now all we've got to do now is go and find a telephone and...ring the Brigadier.
(They start to set off but there is the sound of a crashing tree from not too far away.)
SARAH: (Nervously.) What was that?
(The DOCTOR listens.)
DOCTOR: Well, the parks department's cutting down some trees. Come on.
(They move off, failing to notice two abandoned deck chairs on the grass some way behind the TARDIS. One lies on its side...as if its last occupant was in no
hurry to remain.)
14: EXT. ROAD
(The DOCTOR is inside the telephone trying to phone the BRIGADIER. SARAH stands outside looking around whilst she waits for him. The DOCTOR repeatedly taps
the phone and then comes out of the familiar red cubicle.)
DOCTOR: No, it doesn't work.
SARAH: Probably been vandalised.
DOCTOR: That's a very unfair word, you know. Because actually the Vandals were quite decent chaps.
DOCTOR: Come on, let's see if we can go and find a taxi.
SARAH: Some hope. (Points.) Well, there's a bus stop.
(They walk down the deserted road towards it.)
15: EXT. INDUSTRIAL SITE
(A man, wearing a flat cap and carrying a bag appears at the top of a flight of metal stairs. He looks round cautiously and then makes his way down the
steps. Beyond some pipes and girders, he sees a jeep with four soldiers in it turn and corner. He ducks down on the stairwell. After the jeep has moved off, the
man gets up, leans over the edge of the stairwell to make sure the jeep has truly gone and then runs down the remaining steps to a waiting car. He gets in and
closes the doors. He starts the engine and drives off.)
16: EXT. ROAD
(Waiting patiently for a bus to turn up, the DOCTOR plays with the chain on which the TARDIS key hangs.)
SARAH: There's no bus.
DOCTOR: There's no anything. No, nothing's moving. No bicycles, no pedestrians, no cars - nothing.
DOCTOR: Well, perhaps it's Sunday. Great Britain always closes on Sundays. Come on, I think we'd better walk.
(They start to cross the road but hear and then see and see the car from the industrial site rushing towards them. The DOCTOR signals to the driver to stop
but the car drives head on at them. The DOCTOR pushes SARAH out of the way and the car speeds off.)
DOCTOR: Well, perhaps he doesn't like hitch-hikers.
(They move on.)
17: EXT. SHOPS
(The car drives up and parks by a row of small shops. The road is covered with litter and all the shops are shut up. The man, PHILLIPS, looks round carefully
from his driver's seat. He has spotted a jeweller's shop in a small arcade off the road. He checks round once more, gets out and takes a large holdall off the
passenger seat. He runs into the jewellers. A moment later, the DOCTOR and SARAH walk up the road following where the car went. They reach a corner and the
DOCTOR holds SARAH back while he looks round. They move on up to the open car and check quickly inside. The DOCTOR looks round for any sign of the driver and
spots the open jeweller's shop. He goes towards it and SARAH follows.)
18: INT. JEWELLER'S SHOP
(Inside a shop packed with clocks, plates and figurines, PHILLIPS is greedily examining a pile of expensive bracelets. He hears sounds from outside and
quickly puts the jewellery in his bag and runs into the back of the shop, taking something with him. The DOCTOR and SARAH enter.)
DOCTOR: Anybody here?
(SARAH spots PHILLIPS' holdall.)
(She starts towards it but PHILLIPS comes out from the back of the shop, pointing a sawn-off shotgun at them.)
PHILLIPS: I got here first! Turn round! Hands against that wall!
DOCTOR: Do as he says, Sarah.
(The DOCTOR turns to obey but a plucky SARAH doesn't move.)
DOCTOR: Sarah, do as he says!
(He pulls her with him and they stand with their hands against the frosted glass panels of the back of the window display. PHILLIPS starts to collect his
DOCTOR: Look, I realise that you're very busy, but would you mind telling me what's going on around here?
(PHILLIPS, holdall in hand, starts to edge out of the shop, keeping the shotgun on them all the time.)
PHILLIPS: You find your own places. There's plenty to choose from. I got here first.
(PHILLIPS dashes out and SARAH makes to follow him.)
DOCTOR: Sarah - no! He's liable to shoot you out of pure terror.
(They hear the car starting up and driving away.)
SARAH: I'll call the police.
(As the DOCTOR looks outside from the doorway, she picks up a telephone and dials 999. It rings but there is no answer.)
SARAH: They're not answering!
(There is a screech of tyres and a roar from outside. The DOCTOR and SARAH look at each other and run to the door.)
19: EXT. ROAD
(The man's car is totally smashed in, as though it had hit a large and heavier obstruction but there is no such thing in sight. PHILLIPS lies dead on the
ground just outside the driver's door. Blood covers the right-hand side of his face and his loot spills from his holdall next to him. Sickened by the sight,
SARAH looks away. The DOCTOR looks saddened.)
20: INT. SCHOOL CLASSROOM
(A radio operator - PRIVATE OGDEN - sits by a set listening to a message and writing it down.)
PRIVATE OGDEN: (Into radio.) Right, okay, got it.
(He tears the paper off the pad and turns to someone behind him.)
PRIVATE OGDEN: Serg?
(He hands a piece of paper to SERGEANT BENTON who is sitting at a table behind him.)
PRIVATE OGDEN: Another sighting.
(Next to BENTON is another soldier who is using a typewriter. BENTON gets up and walks over to where a map of London covered with coloured pins has been put
up on a blackboard easel. The room they are in is a schoolroom in a London Victorian building. Children's drawings cover the wall. Trestle tables have been set
up with phone lines installed, a radio set and the office paraphernalia required for a temporary HQ. The BRIGADIER is talking on a telephone.)
SERGEANT BENTON: Thank you, Ogden.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Yes, that's right. Frequency of sightings about the same. (He listens.) There's not much we can
do, sir, except block them. (Listens.) No, sir, the Doctor isn't back yet. I'm hoping he'll return very soon.
(Having finished adjusting the pins on the map, BENTON puts the slip of paper in front of the BRIGADIER. Another phone rings and CAPTAIN YATES, sat at a desk
in front of the BRIGADIER, answers it.)
CAPTAIN YATES: (Into phone.) UNIT HQ, Captain Yates?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Into phone.) Yes, right. (He listens.) Yes, alright, sir, I'll keep you informed. Goodbye.
CAPTAIN YATES: (Into phone.) Yes, got that. Thank you.
(He puts the phone down as the BRIGADIER walks past him with a sheaf of papers in his hand.)
CAPTAIN YATES: Sir, five more looters have been picked up in Hyde Park.
(YATES holds up the paper with the message but the BRIGADIER doesn't take it.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Ogden?
(The PRIVATE runs over.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Get this off to General Finch, will you?
PRIVATE OGDEN: Sir.
(OGDEN goes back to the radio set and the BRIGADIER starts to examine the newly-adjusted map.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: I've asked the regulars for more men. We've got to get more patrols out.
CAPTAIN YATES: It's organised gangs now, sir.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: What?
CAPTAIN YATES: The looters.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Well, that's only to be expected.
CAPTAIN YATES: We're going to need more detention centres.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Shouts impatiently.) Yes, alright, Yates. Get them set up! The looters are a detail. It's these we've got to worry
(He points at the pins on the map.)
21: EXT. ROAD
(The sign reads:
The DOCTOR, carrying the holdall retrieved from PHILLIPS' car, is knocking on the door of the Police Station but there is no answer.)
SARAH: There must be somebody somewhere.
(The DOCTOR gives up and they stand and listen. They hear the faint sound of a vehicle.)
SARAH: Over there.
(She points to the end of the road and they watch as a Land Rover drives past.)
DOCTOR: It's stopping.
(The DOCTOR picks up PHILLIPS' bag.)
DOCTOR: Come on.
(They start running in the direction that the vehicle took.)
22: EXT. GARAGE LOCK-UP
(The Land Rover reverses into a garage and a second man pulls the wooden double doors closed behind them. A moment later, the DOCTOR and SARAH walk up to the
area and look round for signs of the vehicle. They hear the sound of something metal being dropped in the garage into which the Land Rover reversed and walk up
to it. The DOCTOR pulls the door open and walks in.)
23: INT. GARAGE LOCK-UP
(SARAH follows. There would seem to be no sign of the two men.)
(Further into the lock-up, the sound of the DOCTOR'S voice surprises the two men and they drop a pile of furs. One of them gestures and they run into hiding,
one further into the back and the other in another direction.)
DOCTOR: (OOV.) Hello?
(The DOCTOR and SARAH walk round the corner and towards where the furs have been dropped. One of the men comes out from hiding with a wrench making for the
DOCTOR but, with a few karate chops, the man is easily disposed off and flung against a wall. While the DOCTOR looks down at him, the second WAREHOUSE LOOTER
comes up behind him and hits him on the back of the head with an object. The DOCTOR falls and SARAH tackles him but is saved from serious injury by the sound of
rapid machine-gun fire outside. This startles the two men and they both run off out of the garage. The DOCTOR starts to recover and SARAH, concerned, runs over
to help him.)
SARAH: Are you alright?
DOCTOR: Not really, no. Help me up, will you?
(As they hear the sound of vehicles outside, SARAH helps the DOCTOR to stand up and walk to the front of the garage. The Land Rover is still there.)
DOCTOR: Oh, it's an ill wind. At least we've got some transport. Open that door, Sarah, will you?
(As the DOCTOR opens the passenger door of the Land Rover, SARAH tries the doors but they refuse to move.)
SARAH: They're jammed!
(The DOCTOR goes to help her. There is a screeching sound. SARAH gives out a slight scream as she looks up a wooden staircase and sees a large reptilian
bird-like creature flying down towards them. It opens its mouth revealing a layer of sharp teeth. SARAH covers her head and the DOCTOR watches stunned as the
creature flies over her. It then turns and starts to attack both him and SARAH. The DOCTOR tries to smash it away with the holdall.)
DOCTOR: Get out! (To SARAH.) Come on! In the van!
(They rush into the Land Rover. SARAH watches in horror as the creature flies at them and smashes through the driver's door window. It tries to tear at the
DOCTOR'S arm as he tries to start the vehicle up.)
DOCTOR: Get out!
(He knocks it away from the window and struggles with the ignition. He finally starts the Land Rover up...)
24: EXT. GARAGE LOCK-UP
(...and drives straight through the garage doors.)
25: INT. SCHOOL CLASSROOM
(The temporary UNIT HQ has a visitor who is in animated discussion with the BRIGADIER. YATES and BENTON swap a look as YATES passes the SERGEANT a message
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Sorry, sir, I can't agree to that.
GENERAL FINCH: I'm giving you a direct order, Brigadier.
(YATES walks past the two men. The visitor is a shortish thin-faced man with a moustache and wearing a GENERAL'S uniform.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: With respect, sir, I cannot and will not allow troops under my command to open fire upon civilians.
GENERAL FINCH: These civilians are looters and central London is under martial law.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: What's happening is deplorable, sir, but may I remind you that looters are not our main problem? Shortage of observation
GENERAL FINCH: The army has been stretched to its limits with the evacuation of eight million people.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: The evacuation is now complete, sir.
GENERAL FINCH: For you, perhaps, but not for us. All these wretched people have to be fed, sheltered, cared for...
(The BRIGADIER walks over to the board with the coloured pins.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: But the front line's here, sir - in central London. It's more important to find the cause of this crisis than to deal
with its effects.
GENERAL FINCH: Alright, but what are you doing about it?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Plotting the incidents as they occur and searching London to find their cause.
GENERAL FINCH: (Sneering.) Waiting for this mysterious scientific advisor of yours to turn up?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: That's right, sir.
GENERAL FINCH: Mmm. I suppose he'll just materialize out of thin air.
(The BRIGADIER'S eyes open a little at the accuracy of GENERAL FINCH'S comment.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Very probably.
(Not understanding the BRIGADIER'S meaning, the GENERAL looks sharply at him.)
GENERAL FINCH: Very well, but while we're waiting for this Doctor of yours, you will obey my orders.
(The BRIGADIER sighs.)
GENERAL FINCH: You can have your extra patrols, Brigadier, but my instructions to them are that any looter who does not surrender immediately will be
26: EXT. WAREHOUSE AREA
(A group of soldiers, led by CORPORAL NORTON, stand in the yard of a warehouse area. They carry heavy-duty guns. The Land Rover drives up with the DOCTOR and
SARAH inside. They stop in front of the soldiers, get out and start to head towards them, but...)
CORPORAL NORTON: (Shouts.) Halt! Place your hands above your head!
(He shoots several shots into the air showing them that he means business.)
CORPORAL NORTON: (Shouts.) That will be your only warning! Raise your hands!
(The DOCTOR sighs. They both do as instructed.)
DOCTOR: Will you please tell me what's happening?
(NORTON and another soldier come forward and gesture with their guns.)
CORPORAL NORTON: Over there by the Land Rover.
(Their hands still raised, the DOCTOR and SARAH walk towards their vehicle.)
CORPORAL NORTON: Turn round, lean forward, hands against the side.
DOCTOR: Look, will you please tell me what's going on here?
CORPORAL NORTON: (Shouts.) Turn round!
(The two carry out the order.)
CORPORAL NORTON: (To the two soldiers.) Search their vehicle.
(One soldier runs to the back of the Land Rover and another to the drivers' seat while CORPORAL NORTON runs his hands up and down the prisoners searching for
weapons. The soldiers return, one with PHILLIPS' holdall and the other with a pile of furs from the back.)
CORPORAL NORTON: You have had a busy day, haven't you?
(The DOCTOR turns and looks at NORTON, taking in his meaning...)
27: INT. DETENTION CENTRE
(The DOCTOR and SARAH have been taken to a church hall which serves as a temporary detention centre. Outside can be heard the sound of soldiers being drilled
in the yard. SERGEANT DUFFY sits at a desk writing down details on a card of a swaggering young man - LODGE - who stands before him. The DOCTOR and SARAH stand
behind, waiting their turn. Soldiers guard them.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: (To LODGE.) Right, you were arrested today, found looting in possession of two tape recorders, one radio and a colour
television set. You will be held for military trial. Photographs.
(A soldier pushes LODGE away.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Next!
(The DOCTOR and SARAH step forward, guarded by NORTON.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Names?
DOCTOR: Now, if I can have a word with someone in author...
SERGEANT DUFFY: Names!
SARAH: Sarah Jane Smith.
SERGEANT DUFFY: (To the DOCTOR.) Name?
DOCTOR: Doctor John Smith. No relation.
(DUFFY, having written this down, glances between the young girl and the older man.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: (To SARAH.) Age?
SERGEANT DUFFY: (To DOCTOR.) Age?
DOCTOR: You'd never believe me.
(SARAH sniggers. DUFFY looks up at the DOCTOR and then writes on the card.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: (To NORTON.) Offence?
CORPORAL NORTON: Looting furs, jewels and money.
SERGEANT DUFFY: Right, you'll be held for military trial. Over there for photographs.
SARAH: But why are the military running everything...?
DOCTOR: (Interrupts.) Come on, Sarah. Let's go and have our photos taken, shall we?
(They walk over to where LODGE is finishing being processed. A young soldier stands behind a camera. The DOCTOR looks at the equipment.)
DOCTOR: Oh, deary me, that's very antiquated equipment, isn't it?
(He stands in front of the camera.)
DOCTOR: I'll think you'll find that the right is my best side.
(He turns and puts on a wide grin for the shot. NORTON steps forward with a small blackboard.)
CORPORAL NORTON: Shut up and hold that in front of you.
DOCTOR: Oh, all right.
(The DOCTOR faces the camera with the board. "DETENTION CENTRE: 5" has been painted on the edge of the board and "PRISONER: 177781"
scrawled on it in chalk. He smiles as the photograph is taken. Then NORTON turns him sideways and another photo is taken as SARAH watches smiling.)
CORPORAL NORTON: (To SARAH) Now you.
(Making a mockery of the routine, the DOCTOR bows to SARAH to stand in his place.)
SARAH: Thank you!
(Taking her cue from the DOCTOR, she stands before the camera with a broad and happy smile. The DOCTOR looks over the soldier photographer's shoulder with a
sneering look at the equipment as NORTON passes the slightly amended board to SARAH. The number now reads "177782". She smiles as the front and right
profile pictures are taken. Then the DOCTOR steps forward and puts his arm round her.)
DOCTOR: Now, what about one of both of us? (To NORTON.) Come and join in!
(An impatient NORTON jabs a thumb over his shoulder.)
CORPORAL NORTON: Over there.
(He escorts them over to where LODGE is sat on the floor in front of the curtained stage of the hall, guarded by a soldier.)
CORPORAL NORTON: Down there.
(SARAH is about to obey the command but the DOCTOR yanks her to her feet.)
CORPORAL NORTON: On the floor.
DOCTOR: No we'd rather stand, if you don't mind?
CORPORAL NORTON: Sit down!
(SARAH gestures to the DOCTOR to look behind him. He does so and exclaims with pleasure...)
(There are a pile of fold-up chairs. He takes one, sets it up and gives it to SARAH.)
DOCTOR: What a good idea. There we are.
(Then he takes one for himself and sits.)
DOCTOR: That's better.
(NORTON, having had enough of the two, speaks with some impatience to the other soldier.)
CORPORAL NORTON: Keep 'em quiet.
(He moves off.)
SARAH: (To the DOCTOR.) What do we do now?
DOCTOR: Wait for the officer to turn up. Maybe we can get some sense out of him.
SARAH: What on earth's going on? What's happening?
DOCTOR: I've no idea.
(He looks down at LODGE.)
DOCTOR: Maybe this gentleman here can enlighten us. (To LODGE.) How do you do, sir? I'm the Doctor.
LODGE: (Sneers.) You've got nothin' to be cheerful about. There's no judge and jury now, mate - military law.
SARAH: But why?
LODGE: Where've you been? Because of the monsters!
(The DOCTOR and SARAH look at each other in puzzlement.)
28: EXT. ROAD
(A building collapses outwards as something large within starts to push its way out - it is a large roaring Tyrannosaurus Rex. Nearby are some UNIT Soldiers,
one of whom is reporting into a radio in their jeep as his colleagues fire round after round at the dinosaur.)
R/T SOLDIER: (Into radio.) It's coming straight for us, sir, and we're trapped.
(Within the remains of the building, the Tyrannosaurus rears up.)
R/T SOLDIER: (Into radio.) Same as usual. The bullets won't do any good. We're gonna try and turn it with the grenades.
(The dinosaur roars again. A soldier throws a grenade towards it and they all get down on the floor. The grenade explodes directly in front of the reptile.
The R/T SOLDIER goes back to the jeep and the radio.)
R/T SOLDIER: (Into radio.) It's working, sir. Seems to be moving off.
(The Tyrannosaurus lumbers off down the road, knocking down a lamp post as it does so.)
29: INT. SCHOOL CLASSROOM
(The message is picked up by PRIVATE OGDEN at the temporary UNIT HQ but the message fades in and out of a strange kind of static.)
R/T SOLDIER: (OOV: Over radio.) It's running away now, sir...
(The message fades out and in again...)
R/T SOLDIER: (OOV: Over radio.) ...in the direction of...
(The message totally dissolves. OGDEN switches the set off and turns to the BRIGADIER and BENTON who have been listening.)
PRIVATE OGDEN: It's gone again. Happens every time, sir. Whenever we get a sight, the R/T reception's diabolical.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Yes, I'm well aware of that.
(He walks off. BENTON follows.)
SERGEANT BENTON: Yes, sir, but there must be some connection. Whatever's causing the monsters is causing the interference.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Sarcastically.) The thought had occurred to me, Benton, but since we don't know what's causing either we're not
really much the wiser.
(A soldier walks in and puts two large envelopes down on the table. The BRIGADIER picks them up and passes one to BENTON.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Latest batch of looters. File them.
SERGEANT BENTON: Right, sir.
(The BRIGADIER opens the other envelope and reads the memo within.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Hmm. Another message from the government here telling us to make sure that law and order's maintained in the evacuative
zone. They seem to have forgotten the main problem.
(BENTON, sat on the edge of a trestle table, is looking through the looter's photographs.)
SERGEANT BENTON: Yes, well, it's alright for them - stuck safe and sound up in Harrogate.
(The soldier at the typewriter is looking over BENTON'S shoulder at the photographs.)
SERGEANT BENTON: A scruffy looking bunch we've got here.
SOLDIER: You can say that again.
(Suddenly BENTON crosses to the BRIGADIER'S desk with the photographs.)
SERGEANT BENTON: Hey sir, look!
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: What?
(BENTON passes him one.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Good grief!
(It is the two pictures of the DOCTOR grinning amiably. The BRIGADIER reads the caption underneath.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: "Looter charged with stolen furs, jewellery and money"?
(BENTON hands the BRIGADIER a second card.)
SERGEANT BENTON: And there's one of that journalist girl - Sarah Jane Smith.
(The BRIGADIER reads this.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: They're being held at number five reception centre. Ogden, number five reception - get them on the RT will you?
(OGDEN tries but only gets the strange static again as the BRIGADIER and BENTON cross to him.)
PRIVATE OGDEN: No good, sir.
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Oh right, I'll go there myself. Get my jeep, will you?
SERGEANT BENTON: There's a planning conference for General Finch in ten minutes, sir. Well, shall I go?
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: (Thinks.) No, you'd better stay here. Send a dispatch rider and get them brought here as quickly as possible.
SERGEANT BENTON: Right, sir.
(BENTON moves off to carry out the order as the BRIGADIER continues looking at the photos.)
BRIGADIER LETHBRIDGE STEWART: Typical, absolutely typical. (Impatiently.) What is the man playing at?!
30: INT. DETENTION CENTRE
(The DOCTOR sits on his fold-up chair, his eyes closed as though asleep. LODGE, sat on the floor at his feet, looks at him strangely. He then looks at the
soldier on guard, who is leafing through a magazine and not paying much attention to them. A helicopter is heard flying over the hall. LODGE hisses at SARAH.)
(Seeing that LODGE wants their attention, she nudges the DOCTOR.)
SARAH: (Quietly.) Doctor?
(The DOCTOR wakes and sees that LODGE wants him.)
LODGE: (Quietly.) There's only him. We could make a break for it.
SARAH: (Quietly.) And get ourselves shot?
LODGE: (Quietly.) You know what they'll do with us?
DOCTOR: (Quietly.) No, do you?
LODGE: (Quietly.) Twenty years in some detention camp.
(They hear a vehicle drawing up outside.)
LODGE: (Quietly.) Look, with a bit of luck we could get out of here. What do you reckon?
(The DOCTOR looks at the soldier, considers his options and then smiles down at LODGE.)
DOCTOR: (Quietly.) No, thank you very much.
(He is about to fall asleep again but hears footsteps. He watches as SERGEANT DUFFY comes back into the hall with a uniformed officer - LIEUTENANT SHEARS.
DUFFY shouts down at the three prisoners.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Right, on your feet!
(SHEARS crosses to the desk and sits behind it as the three stand. DUFFY stands to the side of the desk and picks up a file of papers.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Prisoners forward.
(LODGE swaggers forward smiling, with the DOCTOR and SARAH following.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Prisoner's numbers one-seven-double-seven-eight-o, one-seven-double-seven-eight-one and one-seven-double-seven-eight-two, sir.
DOCTOR: We do have names, you know?
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Just these three, Sergeant?
SERGEANT DUFFY: Yes, sir.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Alright, let's get on with it. I have to be back at HQ in ten minutes time. Evidence?
(DUFFY consults his file and points at LODGE.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Seven-eight-o, Lodge, sir. Caught in possession of two tape recorders, one radio and a colour television set.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: (To LODGE) Anything to say?
LODGE: Well, yes! I, er, found the stuff see. I was going to hand it in.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: You've been found guilty of looting.
(SHEARS rubber-stamps a form and signs it.)
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Under the authority vested in me by the Emergency Powers Act, I'm issuing an order that you'll be held in a military detention
centre for the duration of the emergency. You'll be handed over to the civil authorities for trial and sentence when time permits. Next!
(LODGE is pulled away by the soldier guard and the DOCTOR and SARAH step forward.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Seven-eight-one and seven-eight-two were caught together, sir, in possession of furs, jewels and stolen money.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Were they now?
SERGEANT DUFFY: Yes, sir.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Anything to say?
SARAH: We found those things after someone else had stolen them.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: And you were gonna hand them in?
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Very original. You've been found guilty of looting.
DOCTOR: Now just one moment...
SERGEANT DUFFY: Keep quiet!
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Well, what is it?
DOCTOR: Sir, I am the scientific advisor to UNIT and I demand to be put in immediate touch with Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: I suppose he's an old friend of yours?
DOCTOR: Yes, as a matter of fact he is.
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: How very interesting. You've been found guilty of looting.
(He stamps on their papers and signs them.)
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Under the authority vested in me by the Emergency Powers Act, I'm issuing an order that you'll be held in a military detention
centre for the duration of the emergency. You will be handed over to the civil authorities for trial and sentence when time permits. (To DUFFY.) Put them
on the next transport for detention centre, will you?
SERGEANT DUFFY: Sir.
(SHEARS passes him the papers.)
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: I must be off.
(SHEARS gets up to leave and DUFFY salutes.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Attention!
LIEUTENANT SHEARS: Carry on, Sergeant.
(The "hearing" over, SHEARS walks out.)
SERGEANT DUFFY: Right, back over there.
(He points back to the fold-up chairs and the DOCTOR and SARAH go back to their place next to LODGE.)
LODGE: See? I told ya! Stuck in a detention camp for months. In prison!
SARAH: What are we going to do, Doctor? Nobody will listen to us.
(The DOCTOR looks at the soldier on guard who is reading the magazine again.)
DOCTOR: (To LODGE, quietly.) Tell me, my friend - what was that idea that you had about escaping?
LODGE: (Quietly.) Well, there's three of us - we could jump him.
DOCTOR: (Quietly.) Well, I think we can be a bit more original than that, can't we?
LODGE: (Quietly.) Oh, so what do we do, then?
DOCTOR: (Quietly.) We have a fight.
(The DOCTOR jabs a finger at him, raises his voice and speaks in an attempt at a cockney accent.)
DOCTOR: You're the nark, aren't ya? It was you wot grassed on us!
LODGE: (Shouts.) I never grassed in my life!
DOCTOR: Yes you did! Come on! On ya feet! Come on, up!
(The two stand.)
LODGE: Alright then, you great dressed up twit, you asked for it!
(LODGE throws a real punch which the DOCTOR blocks.)
DOCTOR: (Whispers.) Steady!
(The two exchange a couple of blows and LODGE grabs the DOCTOR round the neck.)
SARAH: Guard, stop them! You wanna stop them!
(The soldier comes running forward.)
SOLDIER: Break it up! Break it up!
(He forces them apart with his gun. The DOCTOR clamps the soldier on the neck with a nerve pinch and he slumps to the ground as LODGE takes the gun.)
LODGE: (Puzzled.) What did you do?
DOCTOR: Never mind that now. Come on, let's get out of here.
(LODGE holds the gun up at them.)
LODGE: Ah no - Not you. You go that way.
SARAH: But...we'll run straight into the soldiers!
LODGE: Yeah, an' while they're busy with you, I'll get away.
DOCTOR: Oh, so much for honour amongst thieves.
(With a cry, he kicks LODGE using his Venusian aikido. The gun flies out of the looter's hand and the DOCTOR throws him onto the stage where he falls
DOCTOR: Come on, quick! Out of here! Come on!
(They run out of the back door.)
31: EXT. DETENTION CENTRE
(They run down a pathway between the back of the building and a fence. Reaching the end of the path, they see an empty army Land Rover on the road. They get
inside the vehicle and the DOCTOR searches around the dashboard.)
SARAH: What are you looking for?
DOCTOR: A piece of wire to jump the ignition. I'll try in the back.
(He climbs out of the Land Rover, but CORPORAL NORTON, his gun raised, and another soldier are stood there.)
CORPORAL NORTON: (Smiles.) Ready for the detention centre?
(The DOCTOR sighs, smiles and folds his arms.)
32: EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD
(The Land Rover turns a corner and drives down a suburban road.)
33: INT. LAND ROVER
(The DOCTOR and SARAH are handcuffed to each other in the back.)
SARAH: Honestly, Doctor!
DOCTOR: And how was I to know it was detention centre transport?
SARAH: Oh well, I can see us being locked up for months - sewing mail bags probably. I mean, let's face it - nobody's listened to us so far.
(The vehicle suddenly stops, throwing the two slightly. There is a loud roaring sound. The two look at each other and move to the back from where they can
peer through the tarpaulin cover.)
34: EXT. ROAD
(They look in shock as they see a roaring Tyrannosaurus rearing up above the vehicle.)
Sarah Jane Smith
and BBC Radiophonic
Visual Effects Designer
© BBC 1973