THE PARADISE OF DEATH
Written by
BARRY LETTS
EPISODE 1
Broadcast 27th August 1993 and
12th April 1994
Running time 27 minutes 51 seconds
VOICE: The Paradise of Death, starring Jon Pertwee as the Doctor
with Nicholas Courtney as Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart and Elisabeth Sladen as
Sarah Jane Smith. Episode 1.
1. PARAKON CORPORATION SHUTTLECRAFT
KITSON: (on commercial) Feeling like nothing on Earth? Come
to Space World and fly to the moon! Life getting humdrum? Come to Space World
and take a trip to the stars! Kids getting you down? Bring them to Space
World, the new theme park only ten minutes walk from Hampstead station. For a
mere £20 a head you can have the experience of a lifetime! Space rides that'll
take you breath away, light saver duels with the robot of death, space
challenges from the warriors of Greeth, fabulous prizes to be won, but best of
all, (getting quieter) the monsters from outer space, 21 alien
creatures so perfect in every detail you'll have to believe they're real! Come
to Space World, the great day out for all the family!
FX:
(button being pushed)
FREETH: Not bad. Not bad at all.
Young Kitson is learning. I could have wished that he'd've mentioned the name
of the corporation. That, after all, is the object of the exercise. Perhaps we
should have called it the Parakon Corporation Space Park like a sponsored
horse race. It lacks a certain je ne sais quoi though, wouldn't you say
Tragen?
TRAGEN: If it did the job...
FREETH:
You're a pragmtist of course, the finer feelings are a closed book to you. It
must be the effect of consorting with those ghastly little pets of
yours.
TRAGEN: You'd have been in a fine pickle without
them.
FREETH: True, true. A nasty moment. How much longer
Crestin?
CRESTIN: (over radio) We'll be landing in two or
three minutes, Chairman Freeth.
FREETH: About time. Well Tragen,
here we go again!
2. EXT. SPACE WORLD
BILL & NOBBY: (singing) 'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we
go...
BILL: Hey look!
NOBBY: (singing) 'Ere
we go...
BILL: Hey belt up, will you? Give us a leg
up.
NOBBY: What?
BILL: Give us a leg
up.
FX: (rustling of bushes)
NOBBY: What
you on about?
BILL: It's that new space park. You know, all the
fuss in the papers, monsters and that. Come on Nobby, there's nobody about.
3. PARAKON CORPORATION SHUTTLECRAFT
CRESTIN: (over radio) OK, Mr Freeth, coming into land
now.
FREETH: Very good.
FX: (electronic
beeping)
FREETH: What are you doing Tragen?
TRAGEN: An
elementary precaution.
FREETH: You're always such an old misery.
They'll be no trouble, Kitson would have warned us.
TRAGEN:
That's just what you said last time.
FX: (creature
roaring)
4. SPACE WORLD
BILL: (laughing) Get up! Get up, you great nerd! Hey, look at
this. The Giant Ostroid from the Planet Veldron.
NOBBY: Its kick
could diss... dissem... dissembowel an elephant. Cor!
BILL: Fly
through the gargantuum caverns of southern Mars.
FX:
(whooshing of air)
BILL: Take a walk on the wild side of
Mercury.
FX: (whooshing of air gets
louder)
NOBBY: Hey, what's that? It's a bleedin' UFO!
Landing, look! Cor, what we waiting for?
BILL: Come back! Nobby!
5. LANDING AREA
FX: (automatic door opening)
FREETH: Ah,
Kitson.
KITSON: Hello Mr Freeth. May I introduce Mr
Gebber?
FREETH: How do you do Mr Grebber? We meet at
last.
GREBBER: An honour, Mr Freeth, a great honour
indeed.
FREETH: No trouble?
KITSON: Everything's
going very well.
NOBBY: Hey! Where's the little green men
then?
BILL: Nobby, let's get out of here!
NOBBY:
Take us to your leader!
TRAGEN: Go, go, go!
FX:
(roaring of the creature, Bill and Nobby's helpless
screams)
FREETH: (laughing) That was hardly
necessary, Tragen.
TRAGEN: But very satisfying, you must
admit.
FREETH: Not feeling well, Grebber? Don't let them both be
eaten. A corpse could be good publicity.
6. THE DOCTOR'S LAB, UNIT HQ
SARAH: Now come on Doctor, you're not seriously telling me that you
travelled back to Atlantis? In that old police box?
THE DOCTOR:
My dear Sarah, as they used to say on Venus... Hold that still for me, will
you? Yes, that's right...
SARAH: They used to say what?
THE DOCTOR: Mmm?
SARAH: On Venus.
THE
DOCTOR: You'd swallow a Klaklok and choke on a Minian Dust Fly.
SARAH: A Klaklok?
THE DOCTOR: Klaklok, yes, a
large beast, a bit like a moose with no horns. A nervous creature. It had two
heads so that a pack of Paty-Fangs couldn't creep up on it, never knew whether
it was coming or going. Very confused animal, all in all. Thank you. You can
let go now.
SARAH: Oh. Oh, yes. Well, well what's all this got
to do with going back to Atlantis?
THE DOCTOR: You've been in
the TARDIS yourself, about 800 years back, to merry England.
SARAH: Merry, that lot?
THE DOCTOR: Grim bunch,
weren't they, old Irongron and his chums? If you can swallow that, why choke
on 3000 years more?
SARAH: Oh, Atlantis. It's a fantasy, a
legend.
THE DOCTOR: It was quite a hairy trip. The poor old
TARDIS was almost done for. Time ram!
SARAH: Oh, don't tell me.
The TARDIS was attacked by a randy sheep with a clock for a face.
THE DOCTOR: She collided with another TARDIS in the time
vortex. They ended up inside each other.
SARAH: You mean the
TARDIS was inside the other one?
THE DOCTOR: And the other one
was inside the TARDIS. No way out, like a four-dimensional merdia strip.
SARAH: I think you're not taking this interview very seriously,
Doctor. My editor...
THE DOCTOR: Interview?
SARAH: She's going to say it's a load of old rubbish.
THE DOCTOR: Do you mean to tell me that you've been
interviewing me?
SARAH: Well, well yes, I, I thought you...
THE DOCTOR: My dear Sarah, just because you saved my life a
couple of times hardly entitles you to...
BRIGADIER: Ah, there
you are, Doctor.
THE DOCTOR: Of course I am, where else would I
be? Honestly, Lethbridge-Stewart, at times you can be extremely annoying.
BRIGADIER: Ah, good morning.
THE DOCTOR: Oh,
this is Miss Sarah Jane Smith, a journalist. She's just leaving.
SARAH: No I wasn't, Doctor. Look I'm sorry if I've upset you
but...
THE DOCTOR: Is it important, Brigadier? Because I'm
trying to get some work done. Goodbye Miss Smith.
SARAH: But
Doctor...
FX: (whirring noise)
THE
DOCTOR: Look, the psychotelemetric circuit of the TARDIS has gone on the
blink, Brigadier, and I am finding you consistantly...
FX:
(whirring stops)
THE DOCTOR: Oh look, now look what
you've made me do. What do you want for Pete's sake?
BRIGADIER:
Well, I want you to come with me to the opening of this new exhibition thing
on Hampstead Heath. I have to...
THE DOCTOR: Exhibition?
BRIGADIER: Oh, theme park, funfair, or whatever. You must have
noticed the Apollo rocket. It dominates the whole north London skyline.
SARAH: You mean Space World? I might come too. The press
showing is at 12 o'clock.
BRIGADIER: That's it, 12 o'clock.
What you might call a private view.
THE DOCTOR: Er,
Lethbridge-Stewart, do I understand you correctly, that you have
catastrophically interrupted a very tricky operation on which, I might add,
the entire navigation circuits of the TARDIS could depend, to invite me to a
children's funfair?
BRIGADIER: I'm sorry, Doctor, if I've come
at a bad time but I really do need your advice. Scotland Yard have been onto
UNIT. A body has been found not so far away. from the perimeter fence,
brutally attaked, belly ripped open.
SARAH: Oh no.
BRIGADIER: Forgive me, Miss Smith, but those are the facts.
THE DOCTOR: I'm sorry to hear it but I still can't see how it
concerns me personally.
BRIGADIER: The Home Office has turned
over the investigation to UNIT. To me, in point of fact.
THE
DOCTOR: Then may I suggest that you do a little investigating? Goodbye
Brigadier. There.
BRIGADIER: Yes, well I must have your help. I
have to get stuck in straight away, before the press arrive. Ask a few
questions, that sort of thing.
THE DOCTOR: Then get Miss Smith
to hold your hand, she's very good at asking questions. If there were any sign
that this incident was anything more than a peculiarly horrible murder then of
course I'd...
BRIGADIER: But that's just it, that's just why
UNIT is involved. The pathologist said that the man's injuries were consistant
with an attack by a large animal, one of unbelievable strength. Apparently the
thigh bone had been bitten clean through.
THE DOCTOR: There
isn't a creature on Earth capable of doing that.
BRIGADIER:
Precisely. He said it looked like the man had been savaged by a...
THE DOCTOR: Well?
BRIGADIER: Well, it sounds
absurd, but the way he put it, by a six foot, sabre-toothed Rottweiler.
7. FREETH'S OFFICE, SPACE WORLD
CRESTIN: 1, 2. Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, 4.
GREBBER:
We gotta tell them the truth.
FREETH: (mockingly) The
truth?
GREBBER: Well, not the truth as such, I suppose, but say
it was an accident or something.
FREETH: We shall do nothing of
the kind.
GREBBER: Now listen to me, Mr Freeth, I didn't
bargain for...
FREETH: You'd be best advised to listen to me.
(laughs) Mr Grebber, I shall be forever in your debt for the excellent
job your people have done on the site but you're playing with the big boys
now.
GREBBER: Well that's all very well...
FREETH: You saw last night how my esteemed colleague, Mr
Tragen, gets his kicks. If I should drop the least little smidgeon of a hint,
and do assure you it would hurt me more than it would hurt... Well no, perhaps
not, but there, business is business. I have my shareholders to think of.
GREBBER: (unsure) You wouldn't dare.
FREETH: Oh, we're playing dare now? What fun. Go on then. Try
me.
FX: (knocking)
FREETH: Now's your
chance, here they come.
8. PHONE BOX
SARAH: But I must have a photographer!
CLORINDA:
(over telephone) I tell you I haven't got one! They're all on
assignments.
SARAH: But I must have one, I simply must!
CLORINDA: (over telephone) How is it, Sarah Jane, that
it's always must with you?
FX: (hammering on window)
MAN: (shouting) You laying eggs in there?
SARAH: What's the point of hiring the finest investigative
journalist in the business...
CLORINDA: (over telephone)
Pause for hollow laughter.
SARAH: Clorinda! I can find out how
they work those wretched monsters. You can run a "Metropolitan reveals all" on
it. But let's face it, it'd be a bit naff without any pics! Come on. Oh, I've
run out of money.
CLORINDA: (over telephone) Oh, you
win. I'll do my best but I...
FX: (dialling tone)
SARAH: Oh.
FX: (reciever being placed
down)
MAN: 'Bout time too.
SARAH: Why didn't
I go in for shovelling horse manure like my dear Papa wanted?
MAN: Eh?
9. FREETH'S OFFICE
TRAGEN: Now listen to me, Brigadier whatever-your-name-is, we've
told you all we know and that's nothing at all, right?
BRIGADIER: Just routine. And my name is Lethbridge-Stewart.
TRAGEN: See, this is ridiculuous, badgering Mr Freeth in this
way. We can all vouch for each other and that's the end of it.
THE
DOCTOR: Explacement, Mr Tragen?
TRAGEN: Yes.
THE
DOCTOR: Yes, I thought as much. To summon the characteristics the world
over, one might almost say universally.
FREETH: Mr Tragen is
now our vice-chairman in charge of our entertainments division.
THE
DOCTOR: Ah, I see.
TRAGEN: And what exactly do you see,
Doctor?
THE DOCTOR: Quite a lot, Mr Tragen, you'd be surprised.
Well Brigadier, that covers everything for the moment. Thank you again for
your help, Mr Freeth. We shall meet again.
BRIGADIER: No, no,
Mr Kitson, we can see ourselves out, thank you.
FX: (door
closing)
GREBBER: (panicked) They're onto us! That
Doctor guy, 'e knows, 'e knows I tell you!
TRAGEN: Quiet!
They'll hear you.
10. SPACE WORLD
FX: (crowd)
BRIGADIER: Out with it then.
THE DOCTOR: Out with what?
BRIGADIER: Well you
obviously noticed something about that char that I missed.
THE
DOCTOR: Not a bit of it.
BRIGADIER: With all those cracks.
THE DOCTOR: Cracks?
BRIGADIER: "Universally",
stuff like that. I thought you'd spotted that they'd all got Martian socks on
or whatever.
THE DOCTOR: That's what I thought they'd think.
Now you brought me here to see if there's an alien dimension to this murder.
Well if there is and our friends are involved, they'll be quite worried now.
And a worried man is a careless man, Brigadier.
BRIGADIER: Mmm,
clever stuff. Ah, Miss Smith, we meet again. Are you going to join us on this
guided tour affair due to start in a couple of jiffs?
SARAH:
Yes, I'd love to, I'm just waiting for the magazine's photographer. My editor
said... (groans) Oh no.
THE DOCTOR: What's up?
SARAH: (loudly) Jeremy! Over here!
JEREMY: Sarah! Thank goodness I've found you. All these
people...
SARAH: But you're not a photographer!
JEREMY: Ah, well you see, I got a message from Clorinda about
that. Er, she said she'd do her best and so she'd sent me and not to laugh.
Don't quite know what she meant.
SARAH: I feel more like
crying. You don't know anything about taking photos.
JEREMY: No
no no, you're going to do all that stuff. Clorinda sent her own camera and if
a monster eats it, we're both sacked.
SARAH: I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, Doctor, Brigadier, may I introduce Jeremy Fitzoliver? Brigadier
Lethbridge-Stewart and the Doctor.
KITSON: (over P.A.)
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?
BRIGADIER: Better get over there.
11. START OF THE TOUR
FX: (crowd talking)
FREETH: (addressing the
crowd) And afterwards I hope you will join us for a wee sniffta and
munchies in the Space Restaurant and the Apollo Moon Rocket. Now I know you'll
be simply panting to get at all the wonders we have for you, so I have our
friend and colleague, Marak Kitson.
SARAH: Marak? What sort of
a name is that?
THE DOCTOR: You may well ask.
KITSON: Well now, we'll start with a little look at our
menagerie of creatures from outer space, beginning with the Crab-clawed
Chamelias from the deserts of Aldeveron II. Let's go in.
FX:
(talking gets louder)
FREETH: (in background)
Come on, ladies and gentlemen.
KITSON: Oh, just one thing.
Although every precaution has been taken, I should point out that all these
creatures are killers. Keep on the right side of the barriers, make no sudden
moves or loud noises.
FX: (laughter)
KITSON: And of course, no cameras are allowed.
FX: (murmurs of disappointment)
SARAH:
(sarcastically) Great.
KITSON: Don't worry, ladies and
gentlemen, you'll all be given a handsome pack of shots in the hospitally room
at lunchtime.
12. CHAMELIAS' CHAMBER
FX: (roaring)
KITSON: Ladies and gentlemen,
the Crab-clawed Chamelias!
FX: (roaring)
BRIGADIER: Good grief!
JEREMY: I say!
BRIGADIER: It's a real animal! It's the real thing!
THE DOCTOR: Have you ever seen the Clawed Chamelias before,
Brigadier?
BRIGADIER: Well of course not.
THE
DOCTOR: No. And you're not seeing one now.
SARAH: Well I
wouldn't like to meet him up a dark alley.
THE DOCTOR: Where
did you say this creature comes from, Mr Kitson?
KITSON: It
lives in the deserts of Aldeveron II, a small planet about the size of Venus.
THE DOCTOR: About 68 light years away, if I'm not mistaken.
KITSON: (taken aback) That is correct.
THE
DOCTOR: Then would you kindly explain how you persuaded it to come to
Hampstead Heath?
KITSON: That, Doctor, would be telling.
FX: (laughter)
KITSON: The normal diet
for the Chamelias is a creeping land mullusk with a carapace as thick as a
tortoises, which explains the claws, though I don't suppose he'd object to a
more sort of ready-shelled journalist.
FX: (laughter)
13. STENCH-SLUGS' CHAMBER
FX: (groans, agonized moaning)
KITSON: The
stench is putrifying, coming from the Stench-slug's pit is due, I'm afraid, to
his storing of the decomposing corpses of the giant slugs for breakfast in his
feeding bowl. Up there. He's eating one now.
FX: (more
groaning)
SARAH: Come along, Jeremy.
JEREMY:
Can't take it, eh?
SARAH: Oh, don't be so silly, come on.
KITSON: Not perhaps a candidate for best house pet of the year.
And if you'd like to come this way...
JEREMY: It's a good show,
isn't it?
SARAH: Get a move on!
JEREMY: Where
are we going?
SARAH: I need you to keep watch. I'm going to get
a candid camera shot of that Chamelia thing.
14. FREETH'S OFFICE
FREETH: Ah, Tragen, where is Grebber?
TRAGEN: Well, I
thought he was with you.
FREETH: I've been thinking. In the
circumstances I don't like the idea of his running around loose, he could be a
problem.
TRAGEN: Agreed. I'll find him. Maybe the problem needs
a solution, a terminal one.
FREETH: You'd enjoy that, you
wicked old Tragen, you... (giggles)
TRAGEN:
(icily) How well you know me, chairman.
15. CHAMELIAS' CHAMBER
FX: (photo being taken)
SARAH: Oh, that's it,
sweetheart, look this way.
FX: (photo being taken)
SARAH: Lovely. Come towards me. Come on, I won't bite. That's
my boy. (gasps)
FX: (Chamelia roars)
JEREMY: Sarah! Quick, there's someone coming.
GREBBER: Oi!
SARAH: Pretend to be dim-witted.
JEREMY: What?
SARAH: On second thoughts stay as
sweet as you are. Hi, there. We're having a bit of a look round.
GREBBER: You the ones who was with that Doctor geezer, in't ya?
I saw you through the window.
SARAH: Er, yes, that's right.
GREBBER: I've got to see him pronto, where is he?
SARAH: I think he must have got to the moon walk by now. If
he's still with them.
GREBBER: You're a doll. Look, if you
catch up with him before I do, will you give him a message for me?
SARAH: Of course.
GREBBER: Tell him I lied this
morning. Tell him...
TRAGEN: Ah, Mr Grebber. We've been looking
all over for you. Mr Freeth would like a word.
GREBBER: Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
TRAGEN: Can I be of any assistance?
SARAH: We're a bit lost actually. Erm, got here late you see.
We don't seem to be able to locate the main party.
TRAGEN: Try
E.R.
SARAH: Elisabeth Ragina?
TRAGEN: The
Experienced Reality pavillion...
SARAH: Ah.
TRAGEN: ...is just beyond the moon walk, over there.
SARAH: Oh thanks, yes. Come on Jeremy!
JEREMY:
(indignantly) I wasn't late, I even took a taxi!
SARAH:
Oh Jeremy!
16. EXPERIENCED REALITY PAVILLION
BRIGADIER: What do you think, Doctor?
THE DOCTOR:
They should make a lot of money.
BRIGADIER: Yes but what do you
think...
KITSON: Experienced Reality! It may look like a rest
room to you but these luxuriant ergonomically perfect couches offer you an
experience which will blow your mind. Like to go skiing? Can't ski? Oh yes you
can. You can ski as well as next year's Olympic champion! Skin diving,
windsurfing, hang gliding, you name it, and not just on a HiFi telescreen. I'm
talking about a real experience! A leisure experience things beyond your
wildest dreams.
REPORTER: (jokingly) What about the
things I dream about when I'm on my luxuriant couch?
FX:
(laughter)
KITSON: Well sir, although it wouldn't be
appropriate to offer such delights to the public, the technology is there.
REPORTER: Do you mean to say...?
KITSON: An
opera lover, perhaps? You can not only be present at the first night of
Traviata but, if you wish, you can experience the joy of singing the lead role
yourself, of being the star! A boxing fan? You can choose to take on...
REPORTER: All fine and dandy but why not let us have a go?
KITSON: Why not indeed? If you'd care to take your places on
the couches. Put on the ligthweight headsets and choose a channel from the
small control panel on the arm. I'm afraid there are not quite enough places
for all of you, so if you would be good enough to take it in turns...
THE DOCTOR: Go ahead, Brigadier.
BRIGADIER: Oh
no, you ought to go first.
DOCTOR: Very noble of you but it
will only be a more sophisticated form of virtual reality.
FX:
(laughter, electric buzzing noise (E.R. equipment))
BRIGADIER: Well now, what shall I try? How about a day at the
races.
FX: (E.R. equipment)
BRIGADIER:
Good grief, I'm there! I'm really there!
THE DOCTOR: (faintly)
Not a computer model?
FX: (shouting, footsteps)
BRIGADIER: No, no I tell you, I'm really there. I'm walking
down towards the paddock. It's, it's Epsom. I can feel the wind on my face
and, by crikey, I can smell the horses.
THE DOCTOR: Try turning
round and walking back the way you came.
BRIGADIER: Well
frankly I don't want to, I'm quite happy as I am.
THE DOCTOR:
Scientific experiment, Lethbridge-Stewart! Remember why we're here.
BRIGADIER: Oh very well. No, I can't. I'm still walking down to
the parade of runners.
THE DOCTOR: Try harder!
BRIGADIER: (grunts) It's no good. I'm leaning on the
rail now but it doesn't matter, you see? That's what I want to do.
THE DOCTOR: That's what the programme wants you to do!
BRIGADIER: Mmm?
THE DOCTOR: Oh never mind. May I
change the channel for you?
BRIGADIER: Well, if you must but
I...
FX: (E.R. equipment)
BRIGADIER: Ooh.
THE DOCTOR: What?
FX: (waves)
BRIGADIER: It's like hitting an air bucket. I seem to have
landed on some beach, somewhere. Don't know where. Damn hot. Strong smell of
flowers. Good heavens above!
THE DOCTOR: What is it?
BRIGADIER: Those aren't my legs! Those are not my legs!
THE DOCTOR: Are you sure?
BRIGADIER: Well of
course I'm sure. Since when have I painted my toenails pink? Those are female
legs for Pete's sake, and yet they're my legs, or not, if you see what I mean.
Here, you'd better have a go.
SARAH: Oh, Doctor.
FX: (E.R. equipment, talking)
BRIGADIER:
Ah, Miss Smith, come and have a go of this. Just the thing for your paper.
Incredible!
SARAH: No, I... Can you come outside a mo?
17. FREETH'S OFFICE
FREETH: He doesn't look at all well, Tragen. Decidedly peaky. He's
not dead already?
TRAGEN: I know what I'm doing. The
transmitter needles are a little larger than usual, that's all. His system
will soon recover.
18. ROOM
THE DOCTOR: And that's all he said?
SARAH: Well that
was all he had time for.
BRIGADIER: What was he like, this
fellow?
JEREMY: (with distain) Bit of an oik, actually.
SARAH: Oh Jeremy! He was a Londoner, that's all. Sort of
cockney accent.
BRIGADIER: Grebber, by jove!
THE
DOCTOR: Yeah, obviously. Thank you Sarah. We must try and have a word with
Mr Grebber. He might be most helpful.
JEREMY: Well I thought he
was an oik.
THE DOCTOR: Yes, well this merely confirms what I
feel about this place. It could pose a real threat, there's danger here.
BRIGADIER: What, you mean the monsters?
THE
DOCTOR: No no no, I'm pretty sure that none of those creatures could harm
a fly.
SARAH: But he Chamelias?
THE DOCTOR: Yes,
well if I'm right, you'd be safer with them than if you were in a field of
new-born lambs. No, it's this place I'm talking about. This E.R., this
Experienced Reality.
BRIGADIER: Nonsense, great fun. Wouldn't
mind having another go.
THE DOCTOR: Exactly. And another, and
another until you're as hooked on E.R. as a junkie is on heroin.
BRIGADIER: Oh come on Doctor, you must be having us on. It's
just one up from the telly, that's all.
THE DOCTOR: And how
many people are there who have to have their nightly fix of their favourite
soap opera? Look, that's not what I'm talking about! Now think, man, think.
How must it work?
BRIGADIER: I haven't the foggiest. How does
it work?
THE DOCTOR: Well, at first I thought it must be a
subtle form of suggestion, a sort of electronic hypnotism which merely
provided a seed of experience on which your own brain expanded. But two things
gave me the clue. Firstly, the way the programme went its own way no matter
how much you tried to change it and secondly, your painted toenails.
SARAH: Painted toenails? Wow, Brigadier!
JEREMY:
I say!
BRIGADIER: Yes, well we won't go into that.
THE DOCTOR: Oh yes we will. Look, don't you see? Somebody had
those experiences. Somebody went to Epsom races with a sensory transmitter
implanted in his brain. Every sense impression of the woman on the beach was
transmitted to a polygraph recorder and those sense inpressions were reformed
in the Brigadier's brain, even down to the scent of the flowers.
BRIGADIER: I knew I'd smelt it before. Must have been the
Carribean.
SARAH: But how can you say it's dangerous? It sounds
great.
JEREMY: Absolutely wizzo-wicked!
THE
DOCTOR: Look, the programme took charge of the Brigadier's emotions. He
wanted to go where he was being taken.
BRIGADIER: Oh, not
entirely.
THE DOCTOR: Well, for all practical purposes, yes.
And it's even worse than that. If these people, wherever they come from, have
the technology to transmit braiin signals and influence the reciever's will,
they have the means to control a country, to control the world!
19. FREETH'S OFFICE
TRAGEN: Wake up, Mr Grebber.
FREETH: You'd better
hide the implantation gun.
TRAGEN: It hardly matters if he sees
it now, does it? Come on, open your eyes.
GREBBER: Where am I?
What happened?
TRAGEN: You passed out, that's all.
GREBBER: Eh? I never fainted in my life.
FREETH:
You'd better be getting home, Grebber.
GREBBER:
(confused) Home? What you up...? I thought you... I don't seem to be
able to remember...
FREETH: And if you don't feel better in the
morning, you'd better go and see your doctor.
TRAGEN: Good
advice, Mr Grebber.
GREBBER: Yeah. Yeah, I think I'll...
FX: (door shutting)
FREETH: I hope you
know what you're doing. The headset is larger than normal E.R. type, too.
TRAGEN: Well, of course. I'm transmitting as well as recieving.
Ah, got him.
FREETH: What's he doing?
TRAGEN:
He's hurrying towards the main gate. I've stopped him. I'm turning and I'm
making for the Apollo Tower.
FREETH: (cheerfully)
Goodbye Grebber!
20. SPACE RESTAURANT
FX: (crowd talking)
SARAH: Mmm, smoked salmon.
They're doing us proud.
JEREMY: I'm bored with smoked salmon.
Every party you go to they...
SARAH: Oh, listen to the deb's
delight. Think yourself lucky it's not a pickled onion on a toothpick. Oh,
where's the Doctor got to?
JEREMY: Up in the observaton room at
the top of the tower, I think, with the Brigadier.
21. OBSERVATION ROOM
THE DOCTOR: All the circumstancial evidence points to them having
come from the other side of the galaxy. So why should they...?
BRIGADIER: What? What evidence do you mean?
THE
DOCTOR: The creatures, the extremely advanced brain technology, the...
BRIGADIER: But you said the monsters were fakes, you said that
they...
THE DOCTOR: I said no such thing, Brigadier, it's the
names that are fakes. Chamelias, Ostroid. I'm suprised they didn't show us a
two-trunked Elephantarsus from the Planet Junglon.
BRIGADIER:
Planet Junglon? Where's that?
THE DOCTOR: Well I don't know, I
just made it up.
BRIGADIER: Oh, I see, yes.
THE
DOCTOR: So I think it must be true that they know more about the murder
than they pretend. I'm looking forward to having another word with our friend
Grebber.
SARAH: Doctor, look, out there on the scaffolding!
BRIGADIER: Good grief, it's Grebber!
THE DOCTOR:
He looks as if he's going to jump. Quick, denice ports open.
BRIGADIER: Er, never, I'll go and get Kitson.
SARAH: Doctor, where are you going?
THE DOCTOR:
To get him to turn round! Try to keep his attention!
SARAH: Er,
right. (shouting) Mr Grebber! Over here!
FX:
(hammering on window)
22. BASE OF APOLLO TOWER
FX: (crowd)
BRIGADIER: And you'd better get the
fire brigade with a high rise ladder.
KITSON:
Right.
VOICE: (over radio) Security, it's Thompson
here.
KITSON: Emergency, Apollo Tower, there's a man on the
scaffolding.
23. OBSERVATION ROOM
FX: (hammering on a window)
SARAH:
(shouting) Please Mr Grebber, please turn round. Mr Grebber! (in alarm)
No!
BRIGADIER: What's going on?
SARAH: It's the
Doctor, he's out there with Mr. Grebber!
24. SCAFFOLDING
FX: (howling wind)
THE DOCTOR: (shouting
above the wind) Don't look down! That's the way. Just hold on tight! Look
at me, Mr Grebber, look at me! That's it. We'll soon have you
safe.
GREBBER: I wanted to finish it all. I don't know why. I...
Help me!
THE DOCTOR:Now just hold on. Help's on its way, now
just hang on tight.
GREBBER: I can hang on any longer, I shall
fall. Help me please!
THE DOCTOR: Yes, alright. Stay there. I'll
come to you. Now give me a hand. You can do it. Hold tight with your left
hand. There. Now reach out with your right. Now take my hand. That's the way.
I've got you!
(Tragen's voice is heard over
Grebber's)
TRAGEN/GREBBER: I'm sorry, Doctor, I really am
sorry. I just can't help myself.
THE DOCTOR: What are you doing,
man? (alarmed) What are you doing?! You'll have us both
over!
TRAGEN/GREBBER: I'm sorry. (screams) Aaahh!
25. FREETH'S OFFICE
FX: (E.R. equipment)
FREETH: Tragen, are you
alright?
TRAGEN: (shaken) Yes, yes, I'm fine. I stayed
with him too long, that's all. I couldn't resist it. The sheer mortal terror
of the man. It was ecstasy Freeth, I tell you, utter
ecstasy!
FREETH: Oh, delicious!
TRAGEN: And we've
been given a bonus. We shalln't have any more trouble from that meddling
Doctor. He came over with me. The Doctor's dead!
The Doctor
JON PERTWEE
Brigadier
Lethbridge-Stewart
NICHOLAS COURTNEY
Sarah Jane Smith
ELISABETH
SLADEN
Freeth
HAROLD INNOCENT
Tragen
PETER
MILES
Jeremy Fitzoliver
RICHARD PEARCE
Crestin * Bill * Radio
Voice * Man
ANDREW WINCOTT
Nobby * Kitson
DOMINIC
LETTS
Grebber * Reporter
BRIAN HALL
Clorinda
JILLIE
MEERS
Written by
BARRY LETTS
Title Music Composed by
RON
GRAINER
Additional Music and Title Music Arranged by
PETER
HOWELL
Directed by
PHIL CLARKE
Transcribed by
JOSEPH OLDHAM
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