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appears.)
DOCTOR
WHO
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1. FITZROY SQUARE, LONDON, 1966
(A reprise is shown of the end
of The War Machines Episode 4 in which the TARDIS dematerialises from
Fitzroy Square, London in 1966. The series theme music ends.)
2. VORTEX
(An image of the vortex is shown. The serial title
appears on the screen over the image of the vortex.)
THE SMUGGLERS
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fades out. The writer credit appears.)
by
BRIAN HAYLES
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credit fades out. The episode title appears.)
EPISODE 1
(The episode title
fades out. The view falls back to show that the image of the vortex is being
displayed on the TARDIS scanner.)
3. TARDIS, Console Room
(The DOCTOR is at the TARDIS console.
Just before the DOCTOR activates the control to close the main doors, BEN and
POLLY, the two people that helped him during the war machines crisis, enter into
the console room. The DOCTOR is too occupied to notice BEN and POLLY. The
console column starts to rise and fall as the TARDIS dematerialises. BEN and
POLLY look about them at the impossibly large room.)
POLLY: Good heavens!
BEN: Blimey! Where did
all this come from? Well, it was a police box, wasn't it?
(The DOCTOR
hears the intruders and turns around to face them.)
POLLY: Ah...
DOCTOR: What are you both doing
in here?!
(BEN holds up the spare key the DOCTOR had dropped outside of
the TARDIS.)
POLLY: Ah... You dropped your key.
(The DOCTOR grabs the
key from BEN.)
DOCTOR: How dare you follow me into the
TARDIS!
BEN: The what?
DOCTOR: The TARDIS,
sir! This is a vessel for travelling through time and space! Why did you
follow me?!
POLLY: I... I'm... I'm terribly sorry if... if
we've annoyed you, Doctor. It was my fault, I'm afraid.
(BEN starts to
examine the console.)
BEN: Well, what's all this then...
(The DOCTOR shoos him
away.)
DOCTOR: (interrupting) And stand back from those
controls. Those controls are used for dematerialising.
BEN:
Dematerialising? What does that mean?
DOCTOR: You and this
young lady are experiencing it. You are now travelling through time and
space.
BEN: (laughs) Yeah, well, ah, make sure that I
get back by tea-time, Doctor. I got to get back to me ship by
tonight.
DOCTOR: Young man, it going to be a long time before you
see your ship again.
BEN: 'Ay?
POLLY: Why?
When are we going to land?
DOCTOR: I don't know. That's the
cause of half my troubles through my journeys. I never
know.
POLLY: Why not?
DOCTOR: I have no
control over where I land. Neither can I choose the period in which I land in.
Oh, now....
(The DOCTOR points to the scanner.)
DOCTOR: ...you see that scanner? That is what I call a
scanner, up there! We get a very good view from the outside.
(The TARDIS
starts to materialise. The scanner displays an image of the interior of a cave
by the sea.)
DOCTOR: Ah, yes. I think we're landed in some sort of
caves.
BEN: Yeah, well thanks for the home movies, Doctor, now
if you just open these doors.
DOCTOR: Wait, wait, wait, young
man, we don't know where we are. We don't know if it's safe or what period
we're in.
BEN: Well, I take a little bet with you, 'ay?
London, 1966, Fitzroy Square.
(The DOCTOR checks the readings.)
DOCTOR: Yes, I think it's quite normal. Yes, the
temperature's all right. Well, I think you can leave but watch your step.
(The DOCTOR activates the control to open the main doors.)
POLLY: (sighs) What a relief! You had me nervous for a
minute, Doctor. Come on Ben.
(BEN and POLLY walk through the main doors
leaving the DOCTOR on his own.)
DOCTOR: Oh dear, all this distraction. And I really thought I
was going to be alone again. Hmm. (sighs)
(The DOCTOR grabs his coat and
checks the readings one final time. The DOCTOR leaves the TARDIS.)
4. CAVE
(The outer doors of the TARDIS open. BEN and POLLY
step out onto the beach, hardly believing their eyes.)
(BEN points out the view to POLLY.)
POLLY: Ben, I'm scared. What's happened to
us?
BEN: I don't know. Maybe he's some kind of hypnotist.
Pinch me!
(POLLY pinches BEN.)
POLLY: Ow! Not that hard.
(BEN turns back to the TARDIS to
see the DOCTOR locking the door.)
(The DOCTOR joins BEN and
POLLY.)
BEN: What did you do that for?
DOCTOR: I
never leave it unlocked, my boy.
POLLY: Doctor, you must take
us back.
DOCTOR: I'm not going to take you back to London in
the TARDIS.
BEN: Well, you refuse, 'ay.
DOCTOR:
My dear young man...
(BEN turns and begins to walk down the beach.)
BEN: Oh, come on Polly, we'll find our own way back.
(POLLY starts to follow BEN.)
DOCTOR: Heh, heh. (says to himself) Well, I suppose I
shall have to chase after them. Quite incapable of looking after themselves.
Hmm.
(The DOCTOR follows BEN and POLLY.)
5. CLIFF
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY manage to climb a cliff by
following a path. Once at the top of the cliff they begin walking inland.)
BEN: Look at this!
POLLY: I don't believe it. Hey,
isn't it exciting!
(POLLY starts jumping up and down and running
about.)
BEN: Well, it might be if I wasn't so pushed for time. Come
on!
POLLY: But it's a super place. Whee!
(Behind BEN and
POLLY the DOCTOR is looking keenly about.)
DOCTOR: Yes, I wonder. Ha, yes, I wonder.
BEN:
Crumbs!
POLLY: Ben, it's smashing!
BEN:
It'd be a lot nicer with a few houses and a bus stop. Got any idea
where we are?
POLLY: Looks like Cornwall to
me.
BEN: Cornwall?! Are you sure?
POLLY:
(using an old-pirate-like accent) Looks like it, me
handsome.
BEN: Oh, I don't know what this is about. All I know
is I got to get back to barracks. Come on, it'll take hours from
here.
POLLY: All right!
(POLLY notices the DOCTOR following
behind.)
POLLY: Are you coming with us, Doctor?
DOCTOR:
Oh yes, yes! (to himself) You may know where
you are, my dears, but not when! Oh, I can foresee oodles of trouble!
BEN and POLLY continue walking with determination.)
DOCTOR: (grunts and then says) Oh dear, I suppose I'd
better follow them. See that they don't get into any harm. Hmm, hmm.
6. CHURCH, EXTERIOR
(BEN and POLLY continue walking. A church
comes into view.)
BEN: Here, look! It's a church!
POLLY: So we
are in our own time, after all.
BEN: Yeah. You didn't really
believe all that nonsense about past and future, did you?
DOCTOR:
We can't be too sure, my boy.
BEN: Sure?! There are
millions of churches like that!
DOCTOR: Oh, good gracious,
most of them have been standing there for centuries.
BEN:
Yeah, well so have we here. Come on, I've got a train to catch.
(BEN
starts to walk off again.)
POLLY: Sorry Doctor, but we better find a station. We can
talk on the train.
DOCTOR: Oh, talk on the train, child.
Hmm.
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY arrive at the church. POLLY tries to read a
worn gravestone.)
POLLY: No use, I can't read it.
BEN: You'd
think there'd be a few houses or something. I bet it's miles to a bus.
(The
DOCTOR examines the outside of the church.)
DOCTOR: Well, there doesn't seem to appear any Victorian
restoration. I think it could be any time after the 16th
century.
BEN: Only it's not. It's good old Nineteen
Sixty-six.
DOCTOR: Well I don't think so, somehow.....
(The
DOCTOR is cut off as the main doors of the church open. An old man, the
CHURCHWARDEN, points a blunderbuss at the DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Hold fast, I say!
POLLY:
(screams) Oh, please. Would you put that gun
away?!
CHURCHWARDEN: Hold thy tongue, lad!
(The
CHURCHWARDEN takes note of the DOCTOR.)
CHURCHWARDEN: You seem to be a gentleman, but why on foot
with these lads as company?
DOCTOR: Well, we stopped aside,
sir, on our journey to walk along the cliffs and unfortunately we got
lost.
CHURCHWARDEN: Thou art foreign?
DOCTOR:
No, no. We don't come from this part of the country, hmm.
CHURCHWARDEN: And there's no more of ye
than
this?
DOCTOR: No, just the three of us. You see we are
travellers looking for shelter.
CHURCHWARDEN: And you came by
road and not from the sea?
DOCTOR: No, sir. Not by sea.
(The CHURCHWARDEN puts the gun away.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Very well. I... I cannot give thee shelter but
I can give thee sustenance and direction.
DOCTOR: Thank
you.
CHURCHWARDEN: Come.
7. CHURCH, INTERIOR
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY enter the
church and are directed to a place to sit by the CHURCHWARDEN. The CHURCHWARDEN
turns away to get some drinks.)
BEN: Well, he's a right one. What gear's he got
on?
DOCTOR: Yes, I'm afraid you're going to lose your bet,
young man. That gentleman comes from the Seventeenth Century, hmm.
BEN: Seventeenth century?!
(The CHURCHWARDEN returns
carrying a tray which holds a water jug, a bottle of brandy and cups.)
CHURCHWARDEN: There's the brandy.
POLLY: Oh,
I... I'll just have a little water, thank you.
(The CHURCHWARDEN pours some
water and gives it to POLLY. He offers the brandy to the DOCTOR and BEN.)
DOCTOR: No, we don't touch it. I wonder if you could direct
us to the nearest inn. We seek shelter.
CHURCHWARDEN: In time.
In good time. I don't know thee, do I?
DOCTOR: No, I don't
think we've met before, no. Heh, hmm.
CHURCHWARDEN: Aye, 'tis
true. And you've seen no others on the road?! No ships upon the
sea?
BEN: Nah. Didn't see a blind thing. Expecting someone are
ya?
CHURCHWARDEN: Speak when thee spoke to,
Sir!
BEN: Well, I was only...
(The DOCTOR waves his arms at
BEN.)
DOCTOR: Ah, Ben, Ben, Ben. (to CHURCHWARDEN) No, sir.
We met nobody and saw nothing. Ah... you... ah... expecting some friends,
hmm?
CHURCHWARDEN: Avery's boys are no friends of mine. Never
said that.
DOCTOR: (whispers) Avery?
(The
CHURCHWARDEN takes notice of the DOCTOR's expression.)
CHURCHWARDEN: You know not that name?
(The DOCTOR shakes
his head.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Ho, ho, ho. Then you're the happier for
it.
DOCTOR: And you are expecting this Avery,
hmm?
CHURCHWARDEN: Him?(laughs) Why, he's been
buried these long years past. Ah, but his spirit rides. Aye, in the dark souls
of those who follow in his wake.
BEN: Was he a
sailor?
CHURCHWARDEN: Who mentioned sailor?! What would I know
about the sea?! I but tend this church.
POLLY: Are you a
priest then?
CHURCHWARDEN: A priest? The word of God touched me too late, boy.
I'm the Churchwarden here. Name of Joseph Longfoot -
Christian.
DOCTOR: You appear to be afraid, sir. Can we
help, hmm?
CHURCHWARDEN: Ye help? (laughs) Against
Pike's hook? No, thee cannot help.
POLLY: Pike's hook, what's
that?
CHURCHWARDEN: The blackest name I know boy. So never say
it to me face again!
(The DOCTOR notices that the CHURCHWARDEN is holding
his hand, apparently in some pain.)
DOCTOR: Oh your hand, sir. Are you in
pain?
CHURCHWARDEN: Nah. 'Tis naught. The fingers but bend.
It'll mend.
DOCTOR: Dislocated. Hmm, hmm..
(The DOCTOR grabs the CHURCHWARDEN's hand and jerks on the dislocated
finger. The finger snaps back into place. The CHURCHWARDEN is amazed that he can
move all of his fingers again.)
CHURCHWARDEN: (laughs) Cured! ha, ha. Oh your blessed hand is _____...
(The CHURCHWARDEN shakes the
DOCTOR's hand.)
DOCTOR: Oh 'tis naught, 'tis naught, my dear chap. Have
another drink. We must be on our way. Goodbye.
CHURCHWARDEN:
Ah, ah... No, no, don't leave me yet.
BEN: Well we must
go, we must get back to the...
(BEN spots the DOCTOR's warning look.)
BEN: ... to the beach!
CHURCHWARDEN: To the
beach? There is no beach. The tide will be in.
BEN: The
tide!
DOCTOR: Ah, yes, of course, I remember now. Yes, yes,
yes. We have to wait until the tide recedes. Heh, heh.
POLLY:
Come on, let's hurry.
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY start to walk towards
the door.)
DOCTOR: (to the CHURCHWARDEN.) Ah, we could, of
course, stay, ah, if you wish.
CHURCHWARDEN: No, this is no
place for gentleman and lads. Go thy way.
(As the door opens, a
thunderstorm can be heard in the distance.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Go quickly while ye may.
BEN:
(whispering to POLLY) We must be in the 17th Century.
8. CHURCH, EXTERIOR
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY step outside.
The DOCTOR turns to speak to the CHURCHWARDEN.)
DOCTOR: Well, thank you for your diligence, sir and, ah, the
kindness of your...
CHURCHWARDEN: Thou... thou art a
real gentleman. Go thy way quickly.
DOCTOR: Thank you. Thank
you.
(The DOCTOR turns to leave.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Hey! A moment, sir.
(The DOCTOR turns to
face the CHURCHWARDEN.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Eh, while at the inn, take care I say. Guard
thy tongue. Think only of thy comfort and thy needs.
DOCTOR: We only need shelter for the night.
CHURCHWARDEN: Eh,
heed my words. Be watchful.
DOCTOR: Thank you.
Goodbye.
CHURCHWARDEN: Goodbye.
(The DOCTOR turns to leave
again.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Hey! One more word, sir.
(The DOCTOR
turns again to face the CHURCHWARDEN.)
CHURCHWARDEN: If you should come this way again and find me
gone, remember these words. This is Deadman's secret key: Smallwood, Ringwood,
Gurney.
DOCTOR: Eh, but what to, ah... What's the purpose,
sir?
CHURCHWARDEN: It's a secret worth
remembering...
DOCTOR: Yes...
CHURCHWARDEN:
...for this kindness ...
DOCTOR: ...thank you.
Thank you indeed...
(The DOCTOR points to the CHURCHWARDEN's hand.)
DOCTOR: ...and I think that's going to be all right now. Yes.
Ye... heh, heh ...s. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye. (to POLLY and BEN) Come
along.
POLLY: Goodbye. Thank you.
CHURCHWARDEN:
God bless.
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY walk off into the night. None of
them see the bald seaman watching from behind cover. The seaman watches the
DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY walk away, then pulls out a knife and walks into the
church.)
9. INN, EXTERIOR
(KEWPER the innkeeper, a burly unshaven man
in his early 30s, comes out of the back door of his inn. KEWPER looks up at the
grey and threatening sky.)
(TOM, a ragged teenage
stable-boy emerges from the nearby stables.)
(KEWPER beckons him closer.)
KEWPER: There's business afoot - a message for the
Churchwarden tonight.
TOM: But I... I...
KEWPER:
Go do as you're bid, boy!
TOM: Aye.
KEWPER:
Tell him... tell him that Kewper has had word from
friends.
TOM: Down the coast?
KEWPER: A
delivery can be expected soon. I'll tell him further when I've made
arrangements.
TOM: I'll tell him. Can I take the
mare?
KEWPER: Aye, and go on now before the storm breaks.
(KEWPER walks back into his inn. TOM goes into to the stables and emerges
riding a mare. TOM gallops away.)
10. INN, INTERIOR
(KEWPER enters the inn from the back. Around
the inside of the inn's stone walls are booths, a bar at the far end with
bottles and barrels, and a fireplace with a fire. While KEWPER is cleaning
glasses at the bar, the DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY enter the inn, soaked by the
thunderstorm raging outside.)
DOCTOR: (grunts) Hmm, hmm, ho, ho, ho, ho. Uh! Are
you, ah.... You're the landlord, I presume, hmm?
KEWPER: Aye,
Jacob Kewper. And I've no rooms. We're full.
DOCTOR: Oh, we
only want rooms for the night, my friend, hmm, hmm.
KEWPER:
Strangers are not welcome in these parts. Nor are they always what they
seem.
POLLY: That's more or less what the Churchwarden
said.
DOCTOR: Yes.
KEWPER: Say
that?
DOCTOR: The Churchwarden said that you could probably
put us up for the night, ah, but it appears that he was
wrong.
KEWPER: If he said that, you'll know his
name.
DOCTOR: Longfoot, sir, Joesph Longfoot. Now, surely that
name means something to you?
KEWPER: A friend of his is
welcome, sir, but not so strange travellers. Your pardon,
sir.
DOCTOR: Granted, granted. Now rooms, a meal, something
hot for us. Surely that's possible?
KEWPER: It is, sir, and
you'll be wanting dry clothes for the morning too 'ay?
DOCTOR:
Ah, yes, yes indeed, yes. For the lads. And I think I shall be able to dry
myself out with that lovely fire.
KEWPER: It'll be done, sir.
(KEWPER hurries away. The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY move to the fireplace.)
BEN: Well, my lad?
DOCTOR: (in
background) Thank you.
BEN:
(laughs)
POLLY: Ha ha, very funny. I do wish
everyone would stop calling me lad. It does make me feel very
odd.
DOCTOR: Yes, should I think it better at the moment, my
dear. What would they say to a maiden in trousers, hmm?
BEN:
(laughing) Huh! Probably die laughing.
POLLY: You
would think it funny. You and your bell-bottom sense of
humour.
BEN: Oh, listen our little dolly-rocker Duchess,
then!
DOCTOR: Eh, ch, ch, ch, watch your tongue, dear
boy.
(KEWPER comes over and gives dry clothes to POLLY and BEN.)
KEWPER: I... I hope these will serve, man.
POLLY:
Oh, thank you very much. Thank you. (to BEN) Come on, help me sort
these out.
BEN: Look, Doctor, what I want to know is how are
you going to get us out of here?
DOCTOR: Oh, we shall return
to the TARDIS, my boy, when the tide recedes and let's hope that we, ah,
materialize in Nineteen Sixty-six.
POLLY: You don't sound very
certain, Doctor.
DOCTOR: No, I'm afraid I'm not, my dear. More
likely we shall probably land in the far distant future.
BEN:
Oh great! The ways things are going there probably won't be a navy when I
get back.
DOCTOR: Hmm... Oh...
POLLY: Look
Ben, for the moment we're in the seventeenth century - somehow. We'll just
have
to like it and lump it.
(POLLY passes BEN his share of the clothes.)
POLLY: Here you are.
BEN: Oh, OK.
(BEN
looks around.)
BEN: Well, it's a nice old pub anyway isn't it. Yeah, and
I'll bet the beer's better than they serve nowadays.
DOCTOR:
Yes, I think they're somewhat suspicious of us, hmm,
hmm.
POLLY: They certainly don't seem to like strangers, do
they?
BEN: Yeah, I wonder why?
DOCTOR: Well, I
wouldn't worry too much about that, my dear because I don't think we're going
to be here long enough to find that out!
11. CHURCH, INTERIOR
(In the church, the CHURCHWARDEN is drunk
and staggering up a darkened flight of steps. The CHURCHWARDEN is carrying a
lantern and singing a little song.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Oh, rob great ships on every sea! Heh. Oh
pill-head crews without mercy! (laughs)
(The CHURCHWARDEN turns a
corner and runs right into CHERUB, the evil-looking bald man who was watching
outside earlier.)
CHURCHWARDEN: Master Cherub!
CHERUB: It's
nice to see an old shipmate again, eh, Joe? We had good times aboard The
Albatross when you was mate, 'ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: Them days
is gone and past.
CHERUB: Ah, but not forgotten, not by your
old friends, Joe.
CHURCHWARDEN: I'm no friend of yours. I'm
Churchwarden here. A Christian man!
CHERUB: (laughing)
You always had the leaning towards the Good Book. Holy Joe Longfoot, mate of
the Black Albatross!
CHURCHWARDEN: No more I'm
not!
CHERUB: We miss you matey. But most of all does the
Captain.
CHURCHWARDEN: The Captain... Captain
Pike?!
CHERUB: You owes him something matey. He wants what's
his.
CHURCHWARDEN: I got naught what his.
CHERUB:
If you ain't got it, you knows it's whereabouts. Avery's
gold!
CHURCHWARDEN: No Christian man'd touch
it.
CHERUB: We ain't all like you, Holy Joe, we ain't all
afraid of the curse that's on it - and it's ours by
right!
CHURCHWARDEN: 'Tis no man's right!
CHERUB:
We'll decide that when we get the loot.
CHURCHWARDEN: Ha!
You'll never find it.
(CHERUB pulls out his knife.)
CHERUB: Won't we Joe, my old matey? Ain't you gonna to tell
me, 'ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: You can't threaten me. I got friends
here - powerful friends.
CHERUB: They need to be to better
Pike.
CHURCHWARDEN: Well, don't you think they
couldn't!
CHERUB: Where's your friends now, eh? Gone? The old
man and his two lads, what does he know, 'ay?!
CHURCHWARDEN:
Know? Know nothing, I directed him on his way.
CHERUB:
Where to? Where to, say I?!
(CHERUB puts the knife to the
CHURCHWARDEN's throat.)
CHURCHWARDEN: To the inn, for shelter.
CHERUB:
Who was he? What's he to you, 'ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: A passing
traveller, on his way.
CHERUB: No matey, I saw you
a'whispering something in his ear. What was you saying to him,
'ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: Nothing.
CHERUB: Joe, you
wouldn't be trying to sell what you know to some strangers,
'ay?
CHURCHWARDEN: You can rot in hell!
(The CHURCHWARDEN
makes a sudden move for his blunderbuss, hung on a nearby hook. CHERUB throws
his knife. The knife strikes the CHURCHWARDEN between the shoulder blades. The
CHURCHWARDEN cries out and then falls.)
CHERUB: You're a fool, Joe Longfoot. But before you goes to
join your mates, tell me what I want to know. Speak
up!
CHURCHWARDEN: Avery's curse on you - you black
villain.
CHERUB: Speak, damn your eyes!
(The CHURCHWARDEN
dies.)
CHERUB: It wouldn't be like you to go to Davy Jones' silent,
matey. So I reckon we best get on to that old fella and get our hooks into
him.
(CHERUB leaves.)
12. INN
(The DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY have just finished a
meal.)
BEN: Now, that's better!
POLLY: Hmm. Rain
stopped.
BEN: Here, I've seen a few shady customers in my
time, but this crowd beats the lot.
POLLY: They're fantastic,
aren't they?
(BEN turns to speak to a
party of customers.)
BEN: Evening!
(The party stares at BEN
and POLLY.)
(The party of customers turns their
back on BEN and POLLY.)
BEN: Cheerful lot Doctor, aren't they?
DOCTOR:
I think we would do well to remember the Churchwarden's
words.
BEN: What? Old rough neck?
DOCTOR: To
keep our thoughts only on ourselves.
POLLY: I wonder why
though? Do you suppose they're up...
(The main door opens and a rain-soaked
TOM enters the room and runs up to KEWPER.)
TOM: Sir! Sir! Quickly! Help!
(There is muttering in the
background. KEWPER drags TOM over into the corner.)
KEWPER: What's the trouble, lad?
TOM: The
Churchwarden, master Kewper.
KEWPER: Well, what of him, drunk
was he, as usual?
TOM: No sir, he was
dead.
KEWPER: Dead? How?
TOM: Knifed in the
back. He was smiling.
KEWPER: Was he now?
TOM:
And the door was burst wide open. No sign of no one
though.
KEWPER: No one else of our lads have been down there
this night.
TOM: The strangers were
though.
KEWPER: Aye, and who else would want to kill Joseph
Longfoot, 'ay?
TOM: None as I know of 'round here. He'd no
money, no enemies, neither.
KEWPER: Word's got to be passed
on. You'd best tell your tale to the Squire. Ask him to come here as
Magistrate.
TOM: Bring him here, sir?
KEWPER:
As fast as the horse can go. Away with you now.
(TOM rushes out the
back door. The DOCTOR and BEN have been listening. POLLY, however, is dozing by
the fire.)
POLLY: (yawning) Oh, sorry.
(Suddenly the main door
opens again. This time a group of seamen enter the room. CHERUB, their leader,
spots the DOCTOR and walks toward him.)
CHERUB: I want you, old fella.
DOCTOR: I beg
your pardon, sir?
CHERUB: Don't you come the gent with me,
matey. We're going to have words together, you and me.
(CHERUB grabs the
DOCTOR's arm intending to pull him to his feet.)
BEN: Get your dirty hands off him, mate.
(CHERUB releases
the DOCTOR. CHERUB pulls a knife on BEN.)
CHERUB: Do what, lad?
BEN: I said lay off.
What's he done to you?
DOCTOR: I don't think I've set eyes on
you before in my life, man.
CHERUB: No, but we have a mutual
acquaintance though.
DOCTOR: And what do you
mean?
CHERUB: Joesph Longfoot.
BEN: Well, the
Churchwarden.
DOCTOR: Yes, he merely tried to help us. Eh,
barely an acquaintance.
CHERUB: Was you mean.
(CHERUB mimes
a throat-cutting gesture.)
CHERUB: You see, him and me we had a little bit of a tizzie
like, mate. (spits and chuckles)
POLLY:
(whispers) Dead.
CHERUB: The trouble was, he forgot
to give me an urgent message before he passed over. But he spoke to you didn't
he, 'ay?
DOCTOR: And how do you know all this,
sir?!
CHERUB: 'Cause I was keepin' look-out, that's
why.
BEN: Well, you're wrong, see.
CHERUB:
Well, what I want is what he told him, so speak up, old
fella!
POLLY: L... Leave the Doctor alone.
(A seaman grabs
POLLY and covers her mouth.)
POLLY: Oh! Oh!
CHERUB: Oh, Doctor 'ay? Well,
sawbones, speak up or do I have to make you?
(BEN jumps CHERUB but is
clubbed over the head by a seaman. BEN falls unconscious to the floor.)
(CHERUB pulls the DOCTOR to his
feet.)
CHERUB: Well! Come quietly
then.
DOCTOR: And where are you taking me?
CHERUB:
(laughing) You wait and see, sawbones. (to a seaman) Daniel!
(The DOCTOR is prodded towards the door. POLLY is thrown to the
floor.)
13. INN, EXTERIOR
(The DOCTOR is carried out, placed in the
back of a cart, and covered with hay. Two seamen take up the reins and the cart
exits at high speed.)
14. INN, INTERIOR
(POLLY listens as CHERUB talks to the other
seamen.)
CHERUB: Go on before to the beach, ya scum!
(The seamen
leave with the DOCTOR. POLLY checks on BEN's condition.)
CERUB: (in background) And go
quickly!
POLLY: Help, somebody! Help!
(KEWPER comes over to
POLLY with some of his customers.)
POLLY: Help me! Please, help me! The Doctor, they taken
him!
KEWPER: Who has? Who's taken him?
POLLY:
Those men! They were terrible and they've hurt Ben! You must help
me!
KEWPER: Why, is he bad then, this lad?
POLLY:
He's bleeding!
KEWPER: Huh?
(KEWPER examines BEN.)
KEWPER: He's not dead though. Here, take his
feet, lad.
(BEN is carried over to a chair. POLLY looks after him. KEWPER
and some of his customers talk quietly together. Then KEWPER returns to
POLLY.)
KEWPER: Don't you worry, lad. Squire'll be here
soon.
POLLY: The Squire?! What can he do? I want to get the
Doctor back safely.
KEWPER: The Squire's the law in these
parts, cub. And guard your tongue when talking to your
elders.
POLLY: (sobbing) But you don't understand.
They were threatening to kill the Doctor.
(KEWPER turns and walks out of
the inn.)
15. CLIFF
(The DOCTOR is forced into a small boat and is rowed
out to sea. Through the driving rain, a sailing ship can be seen anchored in the
bay.)
16. INN, EXTERIOR
(KEWPER stands waiting on the doorstep of
the inn. The SQUIRE rides up on his fine black horse, followed by TOM on his
mare. TOM takes the SQUIRE's reins and leads both of the horses into the
stables.)
SQUIRE: What's this I hear Jacob, 'ay?
KEWPER:
Trouble, Squire. Strangers.
SQUIRE: Oh, let's deal with it
then!
(The SQUIRE and KEWPER enter the inn.)
17. INN, INTERIOR
(POLLY kneels by BEN, desperately trying to
revive him. KEWPER and the SQUIRE enter via the main door.)
POLLY: Ben...
SQUIRE: (to KEWPER) Now
then... So these are your strangers,
eh?
KEWPER: Aye, Squire and this one's wounded.
(KEWPER
points to BEN. The SQUIRE looks at the wound. TOM enters via the back door.)
SQUIRE: Hmm? Oh, aye. He'll need binding,
Tom.
TOM: Sir?
SQUIRE: Fetch cloth and water -
and a drop of brandy.
KEWPER: (under his breath) Oh...
I don't...
SQUIRE: Kewper!
KEWPER: Oh aye,
Squire. Go Tom.
(TOM leaves.)
POLLY: Will he be all right?
SQUIRE: Aye,
boy, he will. Now, tell me, where's your Master?
POLLY: He's
been kidnapped. You've got to save him.
SQUIRE: Kidnapped? And who are the
ruffians who did this, 'ay?
POLLY:
Well, there were four of them...
SQUIRE:
(interrupting) Before you tell me this tale, tell me about
yourself.
POLLY: Me?! But the Doctor's
the...
SQUIRE: Doctor? Oh, aye him. Well, let's not beat about
the bush. I want to know who the three of you are and where you've come
from?
POLLY: But the Doctor will be killed if you don't
do...
KEWPER: Speak when the Squire tells
you.
SQUIRE: (to POLLY) If you want help, I want the
truth. Sit a minute. Well?
(The Squire leaves the bar with KEWPER. TOM
arrives with a bowl of water and some clean rags. KEWPER returns and gives POLLY
a mug of brandy.)
18. SHIP
(The DOCTOR, CHERUB and the seamen climb on board the
sailing ship.)
CHERUB: Come, my beauty, I'll take you to the Captain. You'll
find he likes a little conversation with a fine gentleman like yourself.
(laughs)
(Two seamen grab the DOCTOR's arms and prod him towards the
cabin door.)
19. INN, INTERIOR
(POLLY gives BEN some brandy. BEN begins to
come around.)
BEN: Oh, blimey, my head! Well, what
happened? Well, where the Doctor?
POLLY: (whispering)
Ben, he's been taken and we're in trouble.
BEN: Eh? How?
(POLLY points to the SQUIRE.)
POLLY: The big man over there, he's the Squire. And he
insists on knowing who we are and where we're from?
BEN: Oh,
you haven't told him?
POLLY: Well, of course not, but he won't
help us if we don't speak.
(The SQUIRE walks over to BEN and POLLY.)
SQUIRE: (to BEN) So, you've come to have you? I've
told your young friend here, I want information. He's refused to give it to
me. I demand to be told the truth.
BEN: You'll get it when you
got the Doctor back.
KEWPER: You speak civil to the
Squire.
BEN: Well, why don't you all do something!? Don't just
stand there.
SQUIRE: Be silent, sir! I hold you both to be
knaves and rogues and of highly suspicious intent. And as Magistrate of this
Borough, I'm hereby arresting both of you.
BEN: Arresting us?
What for?
SQUIRE: For the murder of the Churchwarden. And for
this villainous deed you'll be imprisoned until the next Assizes, and there
punished accordingly.
20. PIKE's CABIN
(Outside the cabin, CHERUB knocks on the
door.)
PIKE: (out of view) Enter!
(The DOCTOR, CHERUB and
two seamen enter the ship's cabin. The cabin is lavishly furnished and
decorated. There are silk hangings and, in one corner, a cushioned day-bed. In
the center of the room is a carved oak table littered with bottles, goblets and
the remains of a meal. Behind the table is PIKE, a massive black-bearded man,
luxuriously dressed in the clothes of a fine gentleman. PIKE is holding a glass
of wine in his left hand while his other hand is hidden beneath the table.)
PIKE: Cherub! What's in hell's name have you dragged in here
now?
DOCTOR: I demand...
PIKE:
(interrupting) Silence!
CHERUB: Holy Joe's dead,
Captain. Dead before he tell his secret.
PIKE: What's that ye
say?
CHERUB: But before he died he spoke with this old
sawbones here.
PIKE: Ah!
CHERUB: The sawbones
won't talk. Not to me.
PIKE: (to the DOCTOR) Well, by
thunder, ye'll talk to me! Or my name's not Samuel Pike!
(PIKE whips his
right arm from beneath the table and slams it down on the table revealing a
gleaming steel hook in place of a hand.)
(The series theme music begins. White credits scroll up over the ending
scene. The scene fades to a black background as the white credits continue to
scroll up.)
Dr. Who
WILLIAM HARTNELL
Polly
ANNEKE
WILLS
Ben
MICHAEL CRAZE
Cherub
GEORGE A.
COOPER
Squire
PAUL WHITSUN-JONES
Captain Pike
MICHAEL
GODFREY
Tom
MIKE LUCAS
Jacob Kewper
DAVID BLAKE
KELLY
Churchwarden
TERENCE DE MARNEY
Spaniard
DEREK
WARE
Title Music by
RON GRAINER
and the BBC
RADIOPHONIC
WORKSHOP
Story Editor
GERRY DAVIS
Designer
RICHARD
HUNT
(After the designer credit rolls up and off the
black screen, the producer credit fades in.)
Producer
INNES LLOYD
(The
producer credit fades out. The director credit and BBC logo fade in.)
Directed by
JULIA SMITH
BBC tv
1966
(The BBC logo fades out to the black background.
The series theme music ends.)