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14: INT. JUNKYARD -- 76 TOTTERS LANE 

 
They walk cautiously through the huge mounds of junk. There's very little in good repair here. Susan is nowhere in sight, and Ian is a bit disgusted.
 
IAN: What a mess. We're certainly not looking for her under all this. ...... ......
 
BARBARA: (points) Over there?
 
Ian starts that way, only to stumble over a tin bucket and in the process, knocking over an old manniquin and more junk.
 
IAN: Dropped it!
 
BARBARA: What?
 
IAN: The torch!
 
BARBARA: Well, use a match!
 
IAN: I haven't got one. Oh, never mind. (He picks himself back up --)
 
The two teachers continue their (now dark and gloomy) trek through the junkyard.
 
BARBARA: Susan?
 
IAN: Susan? Susan!! Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright! (under his breath) She can't have got out without us hearing her. ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
BARBARA: Ian.....look at this!
 
She's come upon that strangely humming blue police box.
 
IAN: (Comes over to where Barbara is) Well, it's a police box! What on earth's it doing here? They're always in the street --
 
He pats the box's side -- and his eyes go wide. He touches it with his full hand, more firmly.
 
IAN: Feel it! Feel it!!
 
Barbara quickly puts her hand on and off it.
 
IAN: You feel it?
 
BARBARA: It's a - a faint vibration.....
 
IAN: (takes a step back from the box) It's alive!
 
He quickly walks across all four walls of the box.
 
IAN: (now a little nervous himself) Not connected to anything, unless it's through the floor. ......
 
BARBARA: (moves up from nervous to scared) Look, I-I've had enough. Let's go and find a policeman.
 
IAN: Yes, all right --
 
A coughing echoes through the junkyard.
 
BARBARA: That her??
 
IAN: No, wait.
 
The gate opens --
 
IAN: That's not her. Quick!
 
They hide behind a pile of junk.
 
An old man walks into view. About 55, with straight, slightly long white hair (with a funny black fur hat), wearing a heavy coat and scarf. He coughs and waves at the air. He ambles up to the box, pulling out a key and (holding a pen flashlight in the other hand) starts to jiggle it into the lock set into the box's door --
 
SUSAN'S VOICE: Oh, there you are!
 
BARBARA: (whisper) It's Susan!
 
IAN: (whisper) Shh!!
 
Too late -- the old man heard them. He opens the, music is heard coming out, and he quickly closes it again as Ian starts towards him.
 
IAN: Excuse me....
 
OLD MAN: (shining the pen at his face) What are you doing here?
 
IAN: We're looking for a young girl.
 
OLD MAN: We?
 
BARBARA: (steps into view) Good evening.
 
OLD MAN: What do you want?
 
IAN: Um....one of our pupils, Susan Foreman, came into this yard.
 
OLD MAN: Really? In here? Are you sure? ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
BARBARA: Yes. We saw her from across the street.
 
OLD MAN: In this light? ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
IAN: Quite clearly.
 
OLD MAN: (fixes Ian with a brilliant stare) You were spying on her. Who are you? ......
 
IAN: We heard a young girl's voice call out to you....
 
OLD MAN: Impossible! ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
BARBARA: (points at the box) It came from in there!
 
OLD MAN: (a flash of fear crosses his eyes) You must have imagined it.
 
BARBARA: I certainly did not imagine it!
 
The old man pulls Ian aside.
 
OLD MAN: Young man.....Is it reasonable to suppose that anybody would be inside a cupboard like that?
 
IAN: Is it therefore unreasonable to ask you to let us have a look inside? ......
 
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OLD MAN: You have no right to be here! You're hiding and treaspassing. I suggest you see this young child tomorrow instead of bothering me.
 
BARBARA: But, won't you help us? We're two of the teachers from the Coal Hill School. We saw her come in and we haven't seen her leave. Naturally, we're worried....
 
 
 
OLD MAN: It's no business of mine. I suggest you leave here. (walks back in front of the box.) ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
IAN: Not until we're satisfied that Susan isn't in there. And, I don't understand your attitude --
 
OLD MAN: Yours leaves a lot to be desired.
 
IAN: Will you open that door?
 
OLD MAN: I will not!
 
IAN: Why not? What are you afraid we'll find there?
 
OLD MAN: Go away!
 
IAN: Open the door!
 
OLD MAN: I certainly will not! Pushing your way in here...
 
Ian looks at Barbara.
 
IAN: Then, I think we'd better find a policeman.
 
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OLD MAN: Very well.
 
IAN: And you're coming with us.
 
OLD MAN: Oh....am I? (walks away) I think not! ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
BARBARA: (whisper) We can't force him!
 
IAN: (whisper) But we can't leave him here! Doesn't it seem obvious to you that he's got her locked up in there? I mean, look at it!
 
The old man is standing away from them again, a serious look on his face as Ian tests the box's door.....
 
IAN: There's no handles.... There's.... must be a hidden lock somewhere.
 
BARBARA: That was Susan's voice!
 
IAN: But of course it was! Susan.....Susan?? (knocks on the door) Are you in there? It's Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright, Susan!
 
OLD MAN: Don't you think you're being rather high-handed, young man? You thought you saw a young girl enter the yard. You imagined you heard music or her voice. You believe she might be inside there. It's not very substantial, is it?
 
BARBARA: But why won't you help us?
 
OLD MAN: I'm not hindering you. You intrude here and start making acusations and implecations. If you both want to make fools of yourselves, I suggest you do what you said you'd do. (turns to face them) Go and fetch a policeman.
 
IAN: While you nip off quietly in the other direction, I suppose.
 
OLD MAN: (starts toward them) Ah, you see. More suspicions. More insults. I shall reamain here! There's only one way in and out of this yard. I shall be here when you get back. I want to see your faces when you try and explain away your behavior to a policeman!
 
IAN: Nevertheless, we're going to get one. Come on, Barbara.
 
The two teachers turn their backs on the old man, toward the gate. They've taken only a foot when the door of the box opens--
 
SUSAN'S VOICE: What you doing out there, Grandfather?
 
Ian and Barbara stare at each other in disbelief....
 
Suddenly the old man is between the two, holding them back --
 
OLD MAN: Go back inside and shut the door!!! Shut the door!!!
 
The Old Man wrestles with Ian to keep him back as Barbara works her way through the box's open door --
 

 

They walk cautiously through the huge mounds of junk. There's very little in good repair here. Susan is nowhere in sight, and Ian is a bit disgusted.
 
IAN: Will you look at this mess? I'm not turning any of this stuff over to find her...
 
BARBARA: (points) Over there?
 
Ian starts that way, only to stumble over a tin bucket. He picks himself back up -- ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
IAN: I dropped it!
 
BARBARA: What?
 
IAN: The torch!
 
BARBARA: Well, use a match!
 
IAN: I haven't got any. Oh, never mind. ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
The two teachers continue their (now dark and gloomy) trek through the junkyard.
 
BARBARA: Susan?
 
IAN: Susan? Susan?? (starts up a flight of stairs) Susan?? (comes back down) Susan!! Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright! (under his breath) How'd she get out without us seeing her?
 
BARBARA: Ian.....look at this!
 
She's come upon that strangely humming blue police box.
 
IAN: Well, it's a police box! What on earth's it doing here? Why, these things are usually on the street --
 
He pats the box's side -- and his eyes go wide. He touches it with his full hand, more firmly.
 
IAN: Feel it! Feel it!!
 
Barbara quickly puts her hand on and off it.
 
IAN: Did you feel it?
 
BARBARA: It's a faint vibration.....
 
IAN: (takes a HUGE step back from the box) It's alive!
 
He quickly walks across all four walls of the box.
 
IAN: (now a little nervous himself) It's not connected to anything, unless it's through the floor.
 
BARBARA: (moves up from nervous to scared) Look, I-I've had enough. Let's go and find a policeman.
 
IAN: (takes her hand) Yes, all right --
 
A coughing echoes through the junkyard.
 
BARBARA: Is that Susan??
 
 
 
The gate opens --
 
IAN: Quick!
 
They hide behind a pile of junk.
 
An old man walks into view. About 55, with straight, slightly long white hair (with a funny black fur hat), wearing a heavy coat and scarf. He coughs and waves at the air. He ambles up to the box, pulling out a key and (holding a pen flashlight in the other hand) starts to jiggle it into the lock set into the box's door --
 
SUSAN'S VOICE: There you are, Grandfather!
 
BARBARA: (whisper) Susan!
 
IAN: (whisper) Shh!!
 
Too late -- the old man heard them. He glowers and waits for them to come out. ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
IAN: Excuse me....
 
OLD MAN: (shining the pen at his face) What are you doing here?
 
IAN: Uh, we're looking for a girl.
 
OLD MAN: We?
 
BARBARA: (steps into view) Good evening.
 
OLD MAN: What do you want?
 
IAN: Um....one of our pupils, Susan Foreman, came into this yard.
 
OLD MAN: (a strange smile on his face) Really? In here? Are you sure?
 
BARBARA: Yes. We saw her from across the street.
 
OLD MAN: (whispering to himself) One of their pupils. Not the police, then....
 
IAN: W-What did you say?
 
OLD MAN: (fixes Ian with a brilliant stare) Why were you spying on her? Who are you?
 
IAN: We heard a young girl's voice call out to you....
 
OLD MAN: Your hearing must be very acute. I didn't hear anything.
 
BARBARA: (points at the box) It came from in here!
 
OLD MAN: (a flash of fear crosses his eyes) You imagined it. ...... ...... ......
 
BARBARA: I most certainly did not imagine it!
 
The old man pulls Ian aside.
 
OLD MAN: Young man.....Is it reasonable to suppose that anyone would be inside a cupboard like that, hmm?
 
IAN: Would it therefore be unreasonable to ask you to let us have a look inside?
 
The old man's attention is suddenly drawn to a painting amid the junk.
 
OLD MAN: (picks the painting up) I wonder why I've never seen that before. Pretty damp and dirty....hmph..... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
BARBARA: Won't you help us? We're two of the teachers from the Coal Hill School. We saw her come in and we haven't seen her leave. Naturally, we're worried....
 
The old man's not paying any attention.
 
OLD MAN: (muttering to himself) Needs cleaning....(suddenly notices her again) Oh, I'm afraid it's none of my business. I suggest you leave here. (walks back in front of the box)
 
IAN: Not until we're satisfied that Susan isn't here. Frankly, I don't understand your attitude --
 
OLD MAN: Oh, yours leaves a lot to be desired.
 
IAN: Open the door!
 
OLD MAN: There's nothing in there!
 
IAN: Then what are you afraid to show us?
 
OLD MAN: Afraid? Oh, go away!
 
 
 
 
 
Ian shakes his head at Barbara.
 
IAN: I think we'd better go and fetch a policeman.
 
The old man is standing away from them, as if having made a silent decision.
 
OLD MAN: Very well.
 
IAN: And you're coming with us.
 
OLD MAN: Oh....am I? (chuckles) I don't think so, young man. No, I don't think so.....
 
BARBARA: (whisper) We can't force him!
 
IAN: (whisper) But we can't leave him here! Doesn't it seem obvious to you he's got her locked up in there? I mean, look at it! ......
 
The old man is standing away from them again, that creepy smile growing wider as Ian tests the box's door.....
 
IAN: There's no door handle..... must be a secret lock somewhere. ......
 
BARBARA: I swear it was Susan's voice....
 
IAN: Of course it was! Susan.....Susan?? Are you in there? It's Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright, Susan!
 
OLD MAN: Don't you think you're being rather high-handed, young man? You thought you saw a young girl enter the yard. You imagined you heard her voice. You believe she may be in there. It's not very substantial, is it?
 
BARBARA: But why won't you help us?
 
OLD MAN: I'm not hindering you. If you both insist on making fools of yourselves, I suggest you do what you said you'd do. Go and find a policeman. ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 
IAN: While you nip off quietly in the other direction.
 
OLD MAN: (momentarily closes his eyes) Insulting. (faces them again) There's only one way in and out of this yard. I shall be here when you get back. I want to see your faces when you try and explain away your behavior to a policeman. ...... ...... ......
 
IAN: Nevertheless, we're going to find one. Come along, Barbara.
 
The two teachers turn their backs on the old man, toward the gate. They've taken only a foot when the door of the box opens--
 
SUSAN'S VOICE: What are you doing out there?
 
IAN: She is in there!!
 
Suddenly the old man is between the two, holding them back --
 
OLD MAN: Close the door!!!
 
Ian and Barbara work their way free, both lunge through the box's open door -- ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
 

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