FLIGHT THROUGH ETERNITY
Written by
TERRY NATION
1: EXT. ARIDIUS (NIGHT)
(The DALEKS fire on the ship as it dematerialises.)
FOURTH DALEK: Cease firing. They have escaped.
THIRD DALEK: Final termination is inevitable.
FOURTH DALEK: Eradicate!
THIRD DALEK: Obliterate!
FOURTH DALEK: Annihilate!
SECOND DALEK: We will embark in our time machine at once. The Dalek supreme has ordered they are to be pursued through all eternity!
2: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM
(VICKI runs up to BARBARA and dances round with her excitedly.)
VICKI: We did it! We did it!
(They laugh. The DOCTOR crosses over to the console from the fault locator wall.)
DOCTOR: Yes young lady, a very good thing we did. We might not you know.
BARBARA: Oh, come on, Doctor. You weren’t exactly bursting with confidence when the Aridians held us prisoner.
DOCTOR: A momentary qualm, a momentary qualm. Nothing more, nothing more.
(IAN walks up with a cloth to his still sore head.)
IAN: Yes, I had a qualm or two myself.
DOCTOR: (Sitting down.) Yes, quite so, oh..
IAN: Hey, I wonder how those Mire Beasts are enjoying that Dalek, eh? Bit gritty.
DOCTOR: Oh, I don’t know, I should think a little, er, Pate de Dalek a la Mire Beast might be rather palatable! (IAN laughs.)
VICKI: Oh Doctor!
DOCTOR: Well, we can always drop you off to find out, hmm?
IAN: Thank you very much!
VICKI: We’ve just escaped from those things. We don’t want to be sent back there.
DOCTOR: Ah and I don’t think we shall run into them again. And I think you must agree that we gave them a very good hiding.
(A beeping sound suddenly emanates from the console. The DOCTOR doesn’t seem to notice.)
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes, I...
IAN: Er, what’s this, Doctor?
(The DOCTOR jumps across to the console. The others follow. The DOCTOR looks at a small device with a flashing light on it.)
DOCTOR: That’s my “Time Path Detector”. It’s been in the ship ever since I constructed it. But do you know, I don’t remember it registering
before?
BARBARA: What does it show?
DOCTOR: Well, it surveys the time path we’re travelling on. The fact that it’s registering can only mean one thing...
IAN: Yes, go on!
DOCTOR: It’s another time machine, travelling on the same route, hmm!
3: VORTEX
(The TARDIS continues its journey through time and space, closely followed by the DALEK ship.)
4: INT. DALEK TIME MACHINE. MAIN CHAMBER
(The interior of the DALEK time machine is brightly lit. Control consoles are against the walls with concentric patterns spinning above them. In the centre
of the room is a tall perspex control pillar with instrumentation contained within. On one side of the room is a lift coming down from an upper section which
leads onto a ramp running down to ground level. As one DALEK descends down the lift, another glides down the ramp to where other DALEKS are already assembled.
One DALEK looks over the control pillar.)
FIRST DALEK: Enemy time machine position now constant.
SECOND DALEK: Lock tracking device.
(The FIRST DALEK activates a control.)
FIRST DALEK: Tracking device locked.
THIRD DALEK: Report extent of time curve.
SECOND DALEK: Seven-seven-three. Daledian scale; nine-one-five degrees.
(The THIRD DALEK glides over to another DALEK.)
SECOND DALEK: Compute time lag by earth scale.
FOURTH DALEK: (Thinks, then.) Er, one, er, forty, er, computer reading; one-five earth minutes reducing.
THIRD DALEK: We are close behind them.
FIRST DALEK: Success! Success!
SECOND DALEK: Exterminate!
FIRST DALEK: Success!
SECOND DALEK: Final victory inevitable!
THIRD DALEK: Order executioner to prepare to disembark.
SECOND DALEK: I obey.
5: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM
(VICKI brings BARBARA a food packet from the food machine. BARBARA has changed out of her dress and now wears her black trousers and polo neck jumper.)
BARBARA: What flavour is it?
VICKI: Guava.
(The DOCTOR is at the console.)
DOCTOR: Ah, it’s useless, useless, hmm!
(IAN walks up to BARBARA and sees that she has changed.)
IAN: Hello, hello? Got our battle dress on again?
BARBARA: The Doctor doesn’t seem to be having much luck.
IAN: No. Well, if we can’t escape from them, we’ll have to stay and fight ‘em.
VICKI: But we’re in front. We could keep moving.
BARBARA: Yes, but for how long, Vicki?
VICKI: Let’s ask the Doctor. He should know by now what he’s going to do.
(They cross over to the DOCTOR.)
DOCTOR: Ah, I’m afraid it’s no good. I’m quite unable to elude them, hmm!
IAN: Doctor, what are we going to do? When we land? Just wait for the Daleks to catch us up?
DOCTOR: It takes twelve minutes for our computers to re-orientate and gather power. Now that twelve minutes is vital to us. We must hold onto it. Give me
time to be able to do something whereby...
IAN: Why don’t we just go faster, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes, well, please, just leave it to me, dear boy, just leave it to me, will you?
VICKI: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Hmm?
VICKI: (Pointing to one of the control instruments.) The time rotor - Doctor, it’s slowing down!
DOCTOR: Yes, yes - hmm? Oh, that means we can land in two minutes.
BARBARA: But where, Doctor, where?
(They all look up to the scanner.)
6: EXT. NEW YORK CITY
(The Statue of Liberty guards the entrance to New York harbour. Ships glide through the water in front of Manhattan island and, dwarfing all its neighbours,
the Empire State Building reaches towards the sky.)
7: EXT. EMPIRE STATE BUILDING. OBSERVATION FLOOR
(A group of tourists are gathered on the observation floor near the top of the building, taking photographs and enjoying the view. A uniformed guide, in a
strong New Jersey accent, continues his tour. Among the tourists is a tall dark haired young man wearing a Stetson.)
GUIDE: Er, (Coughs.) Here, on top of the, er, Empire State Building, you’re on the, er, hundredth and, er, second storey above the ground
level. At a height of one, er, one thousand, four hundred and, er, seventy, er, three feet. This is the, er, tallest building, the tallest structure in the
entire world. Now you note, when you come up in the elevator, it took you seven minutes. Well this way down, you wanna get down in a hurry, it would take you
thirty seconds.
(The tourists laugh.)
GUIDE: Well, of course, we, er, don’t, er, recommend that. Now as we, er, gaze out across the panorama...
(Some do just that, peering through a protective mesh fence to the distant cars below.)
GUIDE: Aa-as we gaze out across the, er, imposing panorama of our proud city, you will notice many other notable buildings. Among them the, er,
Chrysler Tower, that’s one thousand and forty six feet high, er, and the Jannen, er, Jannen Tower, that’s, er, six hundred and eighty feet high and already
it’s threatened with obsolescence.
(The young man in the Stetson, MORTON DILL, speaks up.)
MORTON DILL: Without what?
GUIDE: Up, er, ___, the, er, mighty Hudson river and now if you’ll come with me to the, er, north aspect of the building, I will point out many more
items of interest.
(MORTIN DILL tries to catch the attention of a young woman but fails. As the other tourists follow the guide away, DILL looks over the view again through a
platform telescope. Behind him, the TARDIS materialises. DILL steps away from the telescope, grinning.)
MORTON DILL: We sure don’t have anything like that in Alabama! No sir, ha!
(He turns round and makes as if to follow the other tourists but stops, puzzled, when he sees the TARDIS.)
MORTON DILL: I could have sworn that thing wasn’t there just now? Well, I guess that’s New York for ya! Ha!
(He stops grinning as BARBARA steps out of the TARDIS. He raises his hat to her.)
MORTON DILL: Morning.
BARBARA: You’re from Earth...
MORTON DILL: No, no Ma’m. No, I...I’m from Alabama.
BARBARA: Er, what time is it?
(DILL puts out a pocket watch.)
MORTON DILL: Three after twelve, Ma’m.
BARBARA: I really meant “what year is it”?
MORTON DILL: What, you mean you have different years here?!
BARBARA: Well...what year is it in Alabama?
MORTON DILL: (Puzzled.) 1966 Ma’m. (Then annoyed and slightly hurt.) S...say, you wouldn’t be trying to have a bit of fun with me now,
would you?
BARBARA: (Hastily.) No...no.
(She walks over to the edge of the building to see the view. VICKI steps out of the ship. DILL sees her and jumps, but remembers his manners and raises his
hat to her.)
VICKI: Afternoon.
MORTON DILL: Mornin’ (As she walks past.) 1966!
VICKI: Oh... Erm...thank you!
MORTON DILL: Pleased to oblige you, Miss!
(VICKI joins BARBARA and they look over the view to the cars below.)
VICKI: I recognise this place. It’s Ancient New York.
MORTON DILL: (Overhearing.) Ancient!
(The two women look at him. He nods an embarrassed apology and steps back.)
VICKI: (Quietly, to BARBARA.) There were pictures of it in our history books. It was destroyed in the Dalek invasion.
(The DOCTOR and IAN step out of the TARDIS.)
MORTON DILL: Wait...how many more of you are there in that thing?
DOCTOR: Oh, just the four of us, young man. (Laughs.)
MORTON DILL: Must be a kind of tight squeeze?
DOCTOR: Hmm!
(DILL steps closer to examine the TARDIS as the DOCTOR and IAN join the women.)
MORTON DILL: Can’t all have come out of there.
(IAN looks over their new landing place.)
IAN: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Hmm?
IAN: This is no place to meet the Daleks. A lot of innocent people could get hurt.
DOCTOR: Yes, quite so, quite so, dear boy. Well, er, the computers will be ready in a few moments. I...suggest that, er, we re-embark.
IAN: Yeah.
DOCTOR: Er, Vicki, Barbara, come along.
(They all walk back towards the ship. DILL is there.)
MORTON DILL: Hey, er, you goin’ back in?
BARBARA: Yes, that’s right.
MORTON DILL: Oh now, come on, wait a minute! Ah...I just bet you folks are from Hollywood! You’re making some kind of motion picture. Now that’s it,
ain’t it?
DOCTOR: (Snapping.) No, it ain’t! I...I..., come along...
MORTON DILL: Tell me, you’re secret will be safe! Yes sir! Real safe.
DOCTOR: Secret?
MORTON DILL: Sure, I’ve seen this trick before - great long police cars comin’ outa tiny little wooden sheds! Ha! I saw you come outa there with ma
own eyes! You just ain’t gonna make it back it again!
(The travellers laugh.)
VICKI: Goodbye.
BARBARA: Goodbye!
IAN: Goodbye!
(All but the DOCTOR enter the ship. He stops in obvious impatience as DILL addresses him again.)
MORTON DILL: Hot diggety! Ah knew ah was right! Y...you, you should be wearing Police uniforms, you all is...you all is in a chase.
DOCTOR: Chase? Yes, as a matter of fact, young man, that’s exactly what this is. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be getting along, it’s the, er,
chase, you know?
(The DOCTOR enters the TARDIS and closes the door.)
MORTON DILL: Sure thing Mister! Ah understand. Just wait ‘til I tell the folks back home I met some real live movie pe...(He knocks on the TARDIS
door.) Do you know Cheyanne Bodie? Look, just wait a minute, I...I want to get this thing on celluloid.
(He rushes over and grabs a cine camera. As he struggles to use the platform telescope as a tripod, the TARDIS dematerialises. By the time DILL looks round,
the ship has gone. He steps forward amazed.)
MORTON DILL: That’s real clever, how they done that. Sure if it don’t beat all!
(He steps back to the platform telescope. Behind him, the DALEK time machine materialises.)
MORTON DILL: Sure is clever that...
(He turns and sees the DALEK ship.)
MORTON DILL: God darn it - if they ain’t gone an’ done it again!
(He bursts into laughter as a DALEK glides out of the ship towards him.)
MORTON DILL: Howdy Mister! Say, you sure are an ugly looking friend!
(He walks round the DALEK which silently turns its head right round watching him.)
MORTON DILL: Wait...what’s the name of this film, Mister? My, my my, boy, you come all over in blue spots. (He grabs the DALEK gun.) What’s
this thing here?
(The creature pushes the young man back towards the platform telescope.)
MORTON DILL: Now, just, now now! There ain't no need to get sore. The other movie people was right friendly.
DALEK: Movie pe...
(The DALEK realises that DILL is referring to the time travellers.)
DALEK: Where are they?
(DILL bursts into laughter as he hears the DALEKS voice. He steps up to the creature and speaks in imitation of the DALEKS’ voice into its sucker arm.)
MORTON DILL: They-just-left! (He laughs again.) They was in some kind of beat-up old blue wooden box. It just kinda like vanished!
(The DALEK turns and glides towards the time machine.)
MORTON DILL: I say, I thought they’d have been chasing you. Just hold it there, Mister. I want to get a picture of this.
(He runs back to get his camera. The DALEK machine dematerialises, again unseen by DILL. He turns round with his camera.)
MORTON DILL: Sure is the greatest...
(He sees that the ship has vanished. He laughs.)
MORTON DILL: Well, dang me! If they ain’t gone an’ done it again! This is...the greatest thing. It’s gotta be around here somewhere?
(DILL holds his hands up and feels the air.)
MORTON DILL: Just can’t vanish into thin air. I know you’re there somewhere boy!
(DILL starts to stamp on the floor, trying to find a trapdoor. The tourists return with their GUIDE.)
GUIDE: (Talking to a tourist.) As I enjoy____ gives me a chance___you know, I get around, er...
(The GUIDE stops as he sees what DILL is doing.)
MORTON DILL: There’s gotta be a trick to it somehow! Yes sir! I bet this here is hollow! That’s what it is...
(He gets on his hands and knees and starts feeling the floor. The GUIDE sidles up a large fat tourist.)
GUIDE: He’s a nutter. Keep an eye on him, er, see that he, er, don’t jump, er, over the building. Er, I’ll get a cop. Watch ‘im, eh?
(The GUIDE runs off.)
MORTON DILL: (Muttering.) Just coming back___.
(DILL stops as he sees the large fat man looming over him...)
8: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM
(The DOCTOR sits in a chair. VICKI watches the time path detector.)
DOCTOR: Yes, I wonder, hmm?
VICKI: They’re still on our track.
DOCTOR: Catching us up, are they? Will you get my screwdriver, child? The large one. The one that I was fiddling with on the Visualiser.
VICKI: OK.
(VICKI walks off as IAN and BARBARA carry a large box device into the room.)
BARBARA: Ahh!
DOCTOR: Ah.
BARBARA: Oh, this thing’s heavy.
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you, thank you. (Laughs.)
IAN: Is this going to work, Doctor?
DOCTOR: (Examining the device.) Maybe. I’m not sure. But if they’re going to catch us up, we’ve got to find something to fight back with,
hmm?
BARBARA: Oh, Doctor, why don’t we just stay where we are?
DOCTOR: That’s out of the question, my dear. The vacuum in space, we should all be dead in no time.
VICKI: (Passing the DOCTOR his screwdriver.) Here you are.
DOCTOR: Ah, thank you, thank you.
VICKI: What’s this all about?
DOCTOR: Well, the idea is, my dear, is to find something that...we can fight back with.
BARBARA: (At the console.) Doctor, we’re landing!
DOCTOR: Hmm? But I’m not ready, I’m not ready! (He rushes to the console.) We can’t meet them now! Oh, gracious! No, wait a minute. We shall
have to land and then...take off as quickly as we can again.
9: EXT. SEA
(A tall-masted sailing ship glides through the water...)
10: EXT. SHIP DECK
(Two officers stand on the deck. The Captain, BENJAMIN BRIGGS, consults a map whilst ALBERT C RICHARDSON looks through a telescope.)
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Land about six miles off to the south-south-west, sir.
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: Aye, that’ll be the island of Santa Maria. One of the Azores group. We’re making poor time, Mr. Richardson. (He looks into
the sky.) And now it be calmed, after the storm.
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: I’ll mark a reading on the deck log, sir.
(RICHARDSON starts chalking on a board.)
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: I’m going below if you should want me. Sarah says our child has sickness.
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that, sir.
(RICHARDSON finishes chalking on the log-board and walks away. The TARDIS materialises. BARBARA steps out, followed by IAN.)
BARBARA: It is a ship, Ian! It’s a sailing ship at sea.
IAN: Barbara, don’t go wandering off, please.
BARBARA: (Walking away.) I just want to have a look. (Delighted.) I...I love sailing ships!
IAN: There’s no point in being seen.
BARBARA: No, well, erm, I’ll just have a look over the ships rail.
IAN: No, no, the Doctor’s at the controls, we’re...
(BARBARA steps over to the rail and looks out to sea, breathing in the fresh air. Behind her, ALBERT C RICHARDSON steps out of from a doorway. He jumps
forward and grabs one, then the other of her wrists.)
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Got you!
BARBARA: Oh, let go of me! Let go of...
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: No, you don’t, my beauty! Captain Richardson’s got a way of dealing with stowaways.
BARBARA: I am not a stowaway and you’re hurting my hands!
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Just you keep still. Where’ve you been hiding since we set sail, eh?
BARBARA: I haven’t been hiding! I have just come on board!
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Oh... (Laughs.) I suppose you’re some sort of a mermaid that’s lost at sea, eh?
(VICKI steps out of the ship and sees what is happening. She grabs a nearby cosh.)
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: You swam out from Santa Maria now, just to give us poor lonely sailormen a little bit of feminine company, eh? (Laughs.)
11: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM
(The DOCTOR is checking the console. IAN sits in the chair.)
DOCTOR: Well, everything appears to be in order, my boy, mm?
IAN: Oh, we haven’t done very well so far, Doctor, have we? Let’s face it. First of all, we land on top of a skyscraper...
(The DOCTOR laughs.)
IAN: Now we land on a crummy old ship. What we need is space.
DOCTOR: Mmm, indeed, indeed, well, we’re ready to move on. Now, would you, er, tell the ladies that I, er, want to get away, please.
IAN: Yes.
DOCTOR: Thank you.
(IAN gets up.)
IAN: Barbara’s got a case of “call of the sea”.
DOCTOR: Ah, I’m sorry about that.
12: EXT. SHIP DECK
(VICKI has managed to crawl onto the upper deck, above the struggling BARBARA and RICHARDSON.)
BARBARA: You’re hurting my hand! Look, even if I told you the truth, you wouldn’t believe me.
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: I believe what I see. Now, come along! You’re going before the Captain!
(VICKI reaches over and coshes RICHARDSON. He falls with a cry.)
BARBARA: Well done, thanks Vicki!
VICKI: That’s all right, anytime!
BARBARA: Hey, there’s somebody coming! Hide!
(VICKI waits with the cosh. It is IAN who walks up to BARBARA.)
BARBARA: Oh...
(VICKI reaches down and coshes him.)
VICKI: Got him! I got him!
BARBARA: Yes...
VICKI: (Seeing who her victim is.) Oh!
(BARBARA struggles to hold IAN up as VICKI runs down from the upper deck.)
BARBARA: Vicki! Vicki, quickly!
(VICKI joins BARBARA as they try to hold up the near unconscious IAN.)
VICKI: Ah! Oh, Ian! I’m terribly sorry! Did I hurt you?
BARBARA: Oh, that’s a silly question!
(IAN almost falls to the floor.)
BARBARA: Oh! Come on, let’s get him into the ship.
VICKI: Oh, Ian! I didn’t mean it! Oh, Ian!
(They carry him away. RICHARDSON comes round. Holding his head, he staggers to his feet. He watches in amazement as the TARDIS dematerialises. He climbs the
steps to the upper deck.)
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Captain Briggs! Captain! Captain Briggs!
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: (Coming forward.) Yes Mr. Richardson?
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: (Barely coherent.) Captain, there was a thing. ___ on the lower deck.
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: What are you talking about?
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: A stowaway sir. She got away from me.
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: A stowaway, eh? A girl?
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Aye sir.
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: Mr. Bosun!
(BRIGGS walks past the ship’s wheel and shouts down to the BOSUN who appears on the lower deck.)
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: Rise all hands amidships, we’ve a stowaway!
BOSUN: Aye aye sir!
(The BOSUN blows a whistle. BRIGGS walks back to RICHARDSON.)
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: How’d she get away?
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: I got a hit over the head.
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: By her?
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: No sir, it couldn’t have been - because I was holding her arms. (Alarmed.) Do you think it was the...the white Barbary
terror?
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: That’s ungodly superstition, Mr. Richardson!
(BRIGGS sees that the BOSUN is on the lower deck with the assembled crew.)
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: We’ve more than one stowaway aboard Mr. Bosun.
BOSUN: Aye sir. The storm must have bought them out of their hiding place.
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: Aye lad. I want ‘em found. Each watch can take a section of the ship and search it thoroughly.
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: (Stepping down to the lower deck.) I’ll, er, I’ll take the forward hold sir, er, Mr. Bosun, take, er, Starkey and
Willoughby, search the aft.
BOSUN: Starkey and Willoughby!
(The two sailors follow him as he steps up to the upper deck.)
CAPT. BENJAMIN BRIGGS: And Bosun? I’ll thank you not to disturb my wife and child.
BOSUN: Aye aye sir. (He turns to the other sailors on the lower deck.) The rest of you men search the hold. Keep your hands off the cargo.
(The sailors step away to do as instructed.)
13: INT. DALEK TIME MACHINE. MAIN CHAMBER
SECOND DALEK: We shall soon be arriving. Order the search party to stand by.
THIRD DALEK: They are ready.
14: EXT. SEA
(The ship continues its journey.)
15: INT. DALEK TIME MACHINE. MAIN CHAMBER
(An image of the ship appears in the middle of one of the spinning concentric patterns.)
FOURTH DALEK: Is that where the humans have landed?
SECOND DALEK: Yes. Join the search party and prepare to disembark. We are materialising...now.
(The image of the ship is replaced by electronic pulsating patterns. These disappear as the dematerialisation sound dies down and the concentric pattern
stops spinning.)
16: EXT. SHIP DECK
(The search has ended and the sailors are nonplussed.)
BOSUN: There’s nobody here, Willoughby.
WILLOUGHBY: We’ll try below.
(A look of horror appears on the BOSUN’S face.
BOSUN: The white terror! The white terror of Barbary!
(The BOSUN sinks to the ground in fear as a DALEK approaches him and WILLOUGHBY.)
DALEK: Where are the time travellers?
WILLOUGHBY: Run lads! ‘Tis the white terror!
(WILLOUGHBY runs in fear and is joined by other sailors. They are in a similar panic as other DALEKS glide across the deck.)
WILLOUGHBY: Run, run!
(There are various cries of “Abandon ship!” and “Run for your lives!” as the sailors see more of the DALEKS. They run to the rail and start to jump
in the water. There is a further cry of “The white terror - the white terror of Barbary.” A woman clutching a baby appears at the rail and she too jumps.
WILLOUGHBY looks at the water in horror as RICHARDSON appears on deck and tries to restore order.)
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: You fools! Get back to your posts!
(WILLOUGHBY turns but loses his balance and he too falls into the water. RICHARDSON runs round the deck and catches his first sight of a DALEK. He throws a
cosh at it and falls back as the DALEK approaches.)
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Get away!
DALEK: Wait!
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Get away!
DALEK: Do not move! Answer my question!
(BRIGGS appears on deck and tries to calm RICHARDSON down.)
ALBERT C. RICHARDSON: Come on, sir, come on! It’s the Barbary terror! Come on! (He frees himself from BRIGGS and crosses himself.) You’re
not going to take my soul!
(He too jumps into the water. The CAPTAIN shouts after him, takes off his jacket and also jumps. Two DALEKS on the lower deck look up to the FIRST DALEK on
the upper deck.)
FIRST DALEK: Is the earth time machine here?
FOURTH DALEK: It has not yet been discovered.
FIRST DALEK: Join in the search.
SECOND DALEK: You search up there.
(The DALEKS glide off as a CABIN STEWARD comes out of a cabin. He looks back in the cabin to where he has just laid the table for a meal - that will never be
eaten. He walks out on to the deck and stops in horror at the sight of the FIRST DALEK on the upper deck.)
CABIN STEWARD: No...no!
FIRST DALEK: Wait!
CABIN STEWARD: (In terror.) No...no...no, no!
(The CABIN STEWARD runs towards the deck rail.)
CABIN STEWARD: Please, no, please!
(He pulls himself up by the rigging, then jumps into the water.)
CABIN STEWARD: No, no, argh!
(One of the DALEKS follows but goes too far and it too falls overboard. Two DALEKS report...)
DALEKS: There is no one on the vessel.
FIRST DALEK: Come. We must continue our pursuit course.
(It glides away.)
17: EXT. SHIP
(The ship continues its journey through a misty ocean.)
18: INT. SHIP DECK
(The deck is totally abandoned. The log-board still shows the last message chalked onto it by RICHARDSON. All seems normal except for the total lack of
people. The wheel housing shows the ships’ name - “MARY CELESTE”.)
19: INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM
(BARBARA is dabbing the back of IAN’S head.)
BARBARA: Is that better?
IAN: Oh! Thanks! Oh...
(He sits up.)
BARBARA: Well, you must admit it was funny.
IAN: Really? I haven’t seen the joke yet, I must say.
(He stands up.)
IAN: One thing I did see by the way; the name of that ship we were on.
BARBARA: Was what that?
IAN: The “Mary Celeste”.
BARBARA: “Mary Celeste”?
(IAN nods to a guilty VICKI.)
IAN: Vicki? Any change, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I altered the curve we were travelling on. For one moment, I dared hoped we’d lost them. They must have detected the change and followed. They’re
close on our track.
IAN: But surely we’ve got our twelve-minute lead still?
DOCTOR: (Somberly.) I’m afraid not. It’s down to eight. It will be reduced even further after our next landing. We must face the facts; the
Daleks are closing in on us.
20: VORTEX
(The TARDIS journeys through vortex. Closer behind is the DALEK time machine.)
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JOURNEY INTO TERROR
Dr. Who
WILLIAM HARTNELL
Ian Chesterton
WILLIAM RUSSELL
Barbara Wright
JACQUELINE HILL
Vicki
MAUREEN O’BRIEN
Guide
ARNE GORDON
Morton Dill
PETER PURVES
Albert C. Richardson
DENNIS CHINNERY
Capt. Benjamin Briggs
DAVID BLAKE KELLY
Bosun
PATRICK CARTER
Willoughby
DOUGLAS DITTA
Cabin Steward
JACK PITT
Dalek Voices
PETER HAWKINS
DAVID GRAHAM
Daleks
ROBERT JEWELL
KEVIN MANSER
JOHN SCOTT MARTIN
GERALD TAYLOR
Title music by
RON GRAINER
and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Incidental music
composed and conducted by
DUDLEY SIMPSON
Story Editor
DENNIS SPOONER
Designers
RAYMOND CUSICK
JOHN WOOD
Producer
VERITY LAMBERT
Directed by
RICHARD MARTIN
(c) BBC tv
Transcribed By
JOHN TOMLINSON