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1. CAPTAIN PIKE'S CABIN
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which replaces his lost left hand.)
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PIKE: Well, by thunder you'll talk to me or my name's not
Samuel Pike.(PIKE laughs, then sits down and tries a softer approach.)
DOCTOR: I can tell you nothing,
CHERUB: They talked, Captain. I saw 'em. Holy Joe
whispered in his ear secret-like.
DOCTOR: I do not know this
Holy Joe that you keep referring to.
PIKE: Holy Joe Longfoot,
an old shipmate of ours. Blast his eyes.
Churchwarden to you, Sawbones.
DOCTOR: He was a member of your
PIKE: Him and me and Cherub was all mates together,
serving under Avery.
DOCTOR: Avery!? (the DOCTOR becomes
lost in thought, trying to recall the name)
Captain Avery. The sharpest skipper to ever sail out of Bristol
PIKE: Aye, and one of the blackest, Morgan was a woman aside 'a
DOCTOR: Of course, of course! Avery the pirate! heh, heh!
I should have known. Hmm, hmm.
CHERUB: Don't come the innocent
with us, Sawbones. You know what Joe was hiding.
PIKE: He took
plunder that was rightfully ours, and we mean to get it back, and you may lay
CHERUB: He died before he talked to me, but he told
PIKE: You're going to tell us, ain't ya.
CHERUB: Ohh, let me make him talk,
PIKE: Old man, are ye truly a Sawbones?(CHERUB shows his knife threateningly to the DOCTOR.)
I would prefer you to use the correct term, sir. I am a
PIKE: Well, Doctor, ye had best start using your
cleverness. So talk, before I let Cherub have ye.
me show him first, Captain, eh? Let me give him a taste of Thomas Tickler.
PIKE: He'd be a credit to your trade, would Cherub, Doctor.
A... touch like an angel's wing he has with that blade.
Sharp as a whistle, it is. Ever seen a head with no ears, Sawbones, eh? Or
what them Mexican Indians can do to a bloke's eyelids, eh?
You vicious fellow! Get him off my back!
CHERUB: Don't you
talk to me like that. Oh, Captain, give me the word. Just give me one minute.
I'll have the words spilling out of him like blubber from a
PIKE: Well, Doctor? Will ye loosen your tongue...or
lose it altogether?
2. JAIL CELL
(BEN and POLLY are locked in a small cell with a
cot in it and straw heaped in a corner. The door has a small window with bars in
BEN: (sighs) Awww, of all the bloomin' fixes to be
in.(BEN sits down on the cot next to POLLY)
POLLY: I don't know. I find it pretty
BEN: Oh, you would. But I don't go a bomb on this,
and I can't very well report back to a Seventeenth Century
POLLY: Ah, you've got no imagination, that's your
trouble. It's great!
BEN: Ohh, great. Stuck in jail for
BEN: Oh, honest. Who'd have our luck?
(sighs)(During the commotion TOM, the innkeeper's servant, appears in the window
of the door.)
POLLY: The point is, how on earth are we gonna
get out of here? There must be some way.
BEN: Well, there
better be. I'm not gonna swing for that old nut case at the
POLLY: (gasps) Ben!
POLLY: Look in the corner! It's a
BEN: Oh, shut up screaming. (he teases her while she
moans and complains) You big baby. Be quiet.
nooo. I can't bear them. Oh, please do something about it. Oh no. I hate...
TOM: What you screaming for?(Tom appears to think about it for a moment, then dismisses the idea and
leaves the window.)
nothing, We're just happy, mate, that's all.
POLLY: What's your
name? Didn't we see you at the inn?
TOM: Name's Tom. I've been
put in charge of you prisoners. I've got the keys. (suddenly
accusatory) But I'm not to speak with you murderers.
But we didn't kill him.
TOM: Only a stranger'd kill the
Churchwarden. You're strangers.
BEN: But we're not the only
ones. What about the geezers who kidnapped the Doctor?
(suspiciously) No one else has seen them.
But they were there. How else do you suppose the Doctor would disappear?
BEN: Aww, the daft nit. What'd he think it was,
POLLY: Ben, that's it!
BEN: Aye? What
POLLY: In the Seventeenth Century they were terribly
superstitious. They still believed in witches.
BEN: So what
you gonna do, fly out of here on a broomstick?
POLLY: No, but
I think I've got a plan. Now wait, look. If we get this st- Oh no, the rat's
in the corner! You get me some straw, will you please?
(BEN laughs then gathers straw from the corner and hands
it to POLLY, who begins fashioning a doll with it.)
3. EXTERIOR OF THE INN
(KEWPER the innkeeper leaves his inn
and locks the door behind him. He then makes his way to the harbor, where he
gets into a rowboat and begins rowing out to sea.)
4. PIKE'S CABIN
(PIKE and the DOCTOR continue their
conversation while CHERUB watches the DOCTOR suspiciously.)
DOCTOR: If I am to reveal something of what I know, then I
demand consideration, sir.(CHERUB stops when he sees
CHERUB: Don't listen to him,
Captain. There's trickery afoot.
Oh, I find your friend rather a bore, but you...I think a gentleman. So let us
talk like gentlemen. Hmm, hmm?
PIKE: What makes you think I like gentlemen, eh?
DOCTOR: Well, it's quite obvious to the perceptive eye, sir.
Your dress, your manner, your tastes. (laughing) Yes, you're the type
of man that has raised himself to an exalted position...unaided. Hmm,
PIKE: Aye, with this to help me. (showing his spike
DOCTOR: Ohh, quite so, quite so. But you I...are
neither a barbarian, or a savage. I can see that.
(laughing) Oh, quite right! He...
PIKE: Cherub, you've got a funny sense of
humor.(CHERUB steps aside and gestures to a chair for the DOCTOR to sit
CHERUB: Uh...aye Captain.
Doctor, you talk sweet. But don't toy with me or you'll rue
DOCTOR: My dear sir, I'm sure you can quickly see through
any flattery of mine.
PIKE: Aye, indeed I
DOCTOR: So let us talk like men of the world. Be
elegant, and with dignity...
DOCTOR: Eh, he, heh. May I sit down?
Beware his tongue, Captain.
PIKE: Make way for the Doctor,
DOCTOR: (condescendingly) Thank you, my man.
(Cherub again produces his knife and moves to harm the DOCTOR, but PIKE
uses his spike to pull CHERUB away from the DOCTOR and down to his own
PIKE: Cherub, I'm entertaining a guest, and you ain't being
very polite.(The door bursts open
without knocking, and JAMAICA, a tall Carribean sailor with an accent enters.)
CHERUB: But he's a snake,
PIKE: One more word out of you and I'll slit your
gizzard, right?... (to the Doctor) Now, let us talk together like
gentlemen. Eh, Doctor?
PIKE's offer of food) Thank you, no. That would indeed be pleasant.
Wine, Cherub, to help the Doctor talk more freely.
Ahh, one thing more before, eh, we go on any further.
DOCTOR: Eh, now that we understand each other, I
think it would only be fair that if I impart the information you require, I
should receive some... small reward. Hmm?
PIKE: Aye. You'll
get your reward, never fear. (with a wink to
DOCTOR: In fact, a share?
DOCTOR: Yes, indeed, yes. After all my dear
Captain...thank you (to CHERUB, who is serving the wine)...there is
quite enough to go round, is there not?
PIKE: For them that
deserves it. Aye, well...
DOCTOR: Well, here's to a better acquaintance.
(drinking) Mmm. Oh, yes indeed.
Yes, a very fine old madeira. Yes. Indicative of, of your general taste, sir,
if I may say so.
PIKE: Aye... ye may say so...
(angrily) Now tell us what we want to know!
PIKE: What?(CHERUB leaves to see to the approaching boat.)
JAMAICA: Captain! Boat to
PIKE: Coming up on the sly, is
JAMAICA: Gi' us a shout, all
CHERUB: We got no friends
PIKE: Aye. (he considers) Cherub, ask them
to kindly step aboard a while.
CHERUB: What then,
PIKE: If it's a...revenue man, you can have him.
PIKE: And just in case they're friends of yours,
Doctor...Jamaica?(The DOCTOR looks
uncomfortable as PIKE and JAMAICA close in on either side of him.)
my guest to the galley. Give him food and wine. He's
JAMAICA: Aye, Captain.
5. JAIL CELL
(POLLY now holds her completed doll of straw on
the end of a string like a small noose.)
BEN: Okay?(BEN begins to knock on the door while POLLY sits down and sways
as if in a trance.)
POLLY: Here goes.
BEN: Tom! Thomas me ol' mate. Tom! Come quick! Tom!
Quick!(Polly begins to moan like a ghost.)
TOM: Ohh, what's your noise for now?
Tom...can you see Poll..ah, Paul there?
BEN: Well quick Tom open the door. Come in and help
BEN: Quick, Tom, open the door! (Tom opens the door and
enters the cell.)
TOM: What's that? What's he doing?(Sensing TOM's hesitation, POLLY
starts to moan again and lowers the doll some.)
see Paul, Tom. Well he's the gibbet.
He's been took over, Tom...by the spirit of his master.
No...Such things ain't to be seen by human souls.
master, Tom, the bloke what was kidnapped...he's a warlock.
A warlock! Heaven save us!
BEN: Well, not us,
BEN: Yeah, the Doctor's a
wizard, no less, Tom. And us two are his apprentices.
Yo...you got the power.
BEN: We have, Tom, from our master.
Now, you see the gibbet? You see that fellow what's swinging
TOM: That's a doll. Just a straw doll.
Ah, sure mate. But it's more than that...cause it's got a soul. Someone
TOM: (scared) No.
It's our master, Tom! He's captured the soul of someone he holds
responsible for us being here, and he's gonna do him in!
Well it ain't me. I ain't but lookin after ye.
there's one hair from your head inside that doll, Tom.
BEN: Can you feel yourself swinging?
Oooh. It ain't my fault! It were the Squire that ordered
BEN: It's too late, Tom! It's you there swinging! And in
a minute that doll's gonna fall. And when it does...
sir, save me! Save me! I swear it weren't my doing!
that the truth, Tom?
TOM: Oh, sir, it is. It is. Save me! Save
BEN: Tom, there is a way.
TOM: Tell me,
sir. I...I'd do anything.
BEN: The spell can only work if
we're held prisoners. Now, if we were free...
sir, I gave my word to master Kewper...
BEN: Quick, Tom, before your doll falls. Your time's up
this minute! Quick!(While
he talks, TOM fishes the keys from his pocket.)
(TOM unlocks the door.)
TOM: Oh sir, I'll do it! I'll do it! Wait
a minute! Somehow I'll free you! Oh sir...Have pity! Have mercy!
BEN: We'll put a good word in for you, mate.
Sir, am I safe now?
POLLY: Take this, Tom. (POLLY hands
TOM the doll) While you hold it my master will know you and nothing will
BEN: Come on, Polly! (to TOM) See you
sometime, old son. Hey, and remember... from now on you're one of us.
(turns to leave with Polly) Come on, this way.
6. OUTSIDE THE JAIL
(Out of breath, POLLY and BEN run from the
jail and stop to get their bearings.)
POLLY: Ben, where on earth do we go from
here?(They head off towards the church.)
BEN: Well not the inn, that's for
POLLY: I haven't got the faintest idea where the Doctor
BEN: I know! We'll try the old church!
Yes, that should be safe enough.
BEN: We might pick
up some kind of clue there.
POLLY: And maybe find out who
really killed the Churchwarden.
BEN: Yeah. Come on, down here.
7. THE DECK OF THE BLACK ALBATROSS
(CHERUB is keeping a gun
trained on KEWPER as he climbs aboard.)
CHERUB: And just who's this we have the pleasure of welcoming
aboard, eh?(KEWPER slipps a gold coin
into CHERUB's hand.)
KEWPER: Jacob Kewper's the name. Innkeeper come to
CHERUB: Ohh. And how would you know of our business, eh matey?
KEWPER: It's more in the manner of putting
business in your way.
CHERUB: And what would an innkeeper
want with honest sailors?
KEWPER: Ahh no, master. That would
be your skipper's ear...if he'll but listen, eh?
CHERUB: Sounds like he might be interested.
KEWPER: It'll be worth his while.
Come below, matey. But belay any tricks, eh, Master Kewper?
8. PIKE'S CABIN
(PIKE sits alone drinking wine. There is a
knock on the door.)
(The door opens and CHERUB and KEWPER come
CHERUB: A visitor, Captain, who says he'd talk of
business.(PIKE spits out the wine he was
business to interest a merchant like yourself, sir, to our mutual
perhaps? Or should I call it...merchandise?
PIKE: Aye, it does, by Morgan's
KEWPER: The only man who would call such business
dishonest would be a revenue man!
PIKE: Master innkeeper, I keep a law-abiding ship here. And a
clean one!(With a
well-rehearsed glance, PIKE signals to CHERUB who moves behind KEWPER.)
KEWPER: There is nobody who doubts that,
PIKE: And I'll have the ears of any man who thinks
he'll land me before a judge.
KEWPER: Oh, Heaven preserve
PIKE: But I'm willing to do business with any swab I can
trust and who trusts me.
KEWPER: (in a conspiratorial
tone) Trust! Aye, if there's... smuggling to be done.
So that's your business. I'd know more of this before I drop anchor here,
so talk up, man.
KEWPER: And I'll not give details until we
shake hands on it. But, I tell you, we are well supported.
I'd not prejudice my good name.
KEWPER: Would you throw
in your lot with the Squire, and the Churchwarden, eh?
PIKE: Maybe...but not with scum like you! (CHERUB seizes
KEWPER: What trick's this?!(JAMAICA appears in the doorway.)
choicest apple, top of the barrel, Innkeeper? I've a mind to have word with
this Squire of yours.
KEWPER: I speaks for him! (grunts as
he struggles against CHERUB's hold) You'll do no business without
PIKE: Better for you if he does, matey. Else there'll be
another corpse put ashore with Joe Longfoot, eh Cherub?
KEWPER: (surprised) Longfoot? The
Churchwarden! You killed him! What for?
PIKE: Because he
crossed me, that's why. And nobody who crosses Pike lives to tell the
KEWPER: (shocked almost speechless) You're
PIKE: (laughs, and then opens the door and
calls through it) Jamaica! (to CHERUB) There's more to this than we
reckoned, eh Cherub?
CHERUB: Indeed there is, Captain.
returns ushering in the DOCTOR.)
PIKE: Fetch the Doctor,
JAMAICA: Yes, sir! (he leaves
KEWPER: Why should you come
PIKE: Your tongue is nigh as long as your ears, Innkeep.
Careful we don't cut them both short for ya. (to CHERUB) We're going
CHERUB: Ahh, what about the old Sawbones,
PIKE: When we come back. Then in time...
PIKE: (to KEWPER) You and the Sawbones... both guests
of mine 'til I return. Treat them well and kindly, Jamaica. But if there's
any funny business, why...use this on them. (gives JAMAICA a
JAMAICA: Sure, Captain.
9. THE CHURCH CRYPT
(BEN and POLLY descend the steps in to the
dark crypt in the basement of the church.)
BEN: Well, there's not much down here.(They continue to
There's nothing up in the vestry, and we searched that thoroughly
BEN: You know, the old boy must have been bumped off
pretty soon after we left.
POLLY: Ben, perhaps the murderer
was hiding down here all the time!
BEN: Yeah, could
POLLY: (nervously) Hoooh.
BEN: Maybe he kept his money box down here, or
into different areas of the crypt, POLLY moving out of view.)
POLLY: What? Oh, yes. He did look like a bit of a
Scrooge, didn't he?
BEN: Well, he was dead scared of
something, I know that.
POLLY: Yeah, almost as though he was
even expecting something to happen!
BEN: Hey Polly!(POLLY runs back into view and up to BEN.)
POLLY: (oov) What?
Where are you?
BEN: Listen, maybe the murderer will come back to the scene
of the crime!(She then realizes he's just
trying to frighten her, and BEN begins to laugh.)
POLLY: Oh no!
POLLY: Oh shut up, Ben. You are a fool.(They head for the door, but before they can get
out a man, wearing a cloak that conceals his identity, enters the crypt. They
hide behind a pillar before he can see them. They lie in wait until he is
passing the pillar, and then BEN gives him a chop to the neck. The man falls
Yeah, maybe you're right, Duchess. Early days for Sherlock Holmes, I
POLLY: Yeah, well I'm not playing
what's-his-name...Watson to you. (anxious again) Ooh, dear, I wish we
knew where the Doctor was.
BEN: Yeah, and the TARDIS too. In
fact if I know him, I bet he's back in it all comfy.
you think so? Well then we've jolly well got to find the TARDIS
BEN: Yeah, that's not such a bad idea. The beach wasn't
far from here. Come on.
POLLY: Ben, do you think that's the
murderer?(POLLY leaves and BEN sets to work tying up the man.)
BEN: I'm not stopping to find out. Tie him up first
and ask questions after, love.
POLLY: If this is the murderer
then we're in the clear. And then if we tell the Squire, now he'll help us
find the Doctor!
BEN: Oh, I'm not so sure. He was a bit
thick-headed, that Squire. Too much like a petty officer for my liking.
POLLY: Yeah, but we'll never find the Doctor without help.
And only he can work the TARDIS.
BEN: Yeah, I see what you
mean. I don't fancy getting stuck with this lot for good.
Listen, you stay here and guard him, and I'll go to the Squire and tell him we
caught him, shall I?
BEN: Well, hadn't I better
POLLY: No, I'll go. I don't like it down
BEN: OK. Oh, look, Polly. Don't tell him about that,
POLLY: No alright. I don't suppose I'll be
BEN: But Polly, take care, love.
10. THE DECK OF THE BLACK ALBATROSS
(PIKE emerges from below
deck dressed in his finest clothes.)
PIKE: Well, what think ye, Cherub? Do I look
presentable?(CHERUB indicates PIKE's spike, and they both laugh.)
CHERUB: As a picture, Captain, but for that.
PIKE: Yes, my little pike will hardly be welcome at the
manor, eh? (PIKE removes his spike and hands it to a sailor.)
PIKE: Here lad, take care of that 'til I get
back.(They prepare to go
CHERUB: Ready there below!
11. THE CHURCH CRYPT
(BEN stands guard over the man in the
cloak, who now sits bound to a chair. The man has just regained consciousness.)
BEN: All right mate. Let's hear what you've got to say for
yourself.(BLAKE indicates an archway
behind BEN where a secret door lies.)
BLAKE: Untie me at once, you rogue! Do you not know
who I am?
BEN: You tell me.
BLAKE: I am Josiah
Blake, the King's revenue officer.
BEN: Oh yeah? Prove
BLAKE: (indignantly) My word should be
BEN: Well not for me it's not,
BLAKE: (exasperated) Untie me this
BEN: I'm sorry, old son, but I'm not taking any
risks. You may be what you say, but then again you may not.
BLAKE: And who are you, sir? Pray, tell me that.
BEN: Well, I'm just a sailor. Only I got nabbed for the
murder of the Churchwarden which I did not do. So as you turn up on the scene
of the crime I reckon you're a good suspect.
BLAKE: I am here
in the pursuance of my duty.
BEN: Oh? And what's
BLAKE: I'm after the smugglers, and I think I've found
the route that they've been using.
BLAKE: That passageway.
BEN: Oh, sure, I suppose the Churchwarden's one of them.
(BEN leans in
close to BLAKE.)
BLAKE: Hmmm. (indicating "yes")
Pull the other one, mate. It rings.
BLAKE: What say
BEN: Oh, forget it.
BLAKE: But this is
so, I tell you, in truth! The Churchwarden was suspected.
BEN: Honest?(BEN runs to the archway and is about to leave.)
BLAKE: I was hoping to confront
the villain with the evidence of that passageway, but now that he's
BEN: Ahh, you're stumped. You ain't got no
BLAKE: No, proof aplenty. That tunnel leads through a
series of caves down to the beach.
BEN: Down to the
BEN: You've just brought
me good news, mate!
BLAKE: Hey! Where are you going?
just for a look. Won't be long.
BLAKE: Hey, come back here!
Stop in the King's name!
12. THE SQUIRE'S HOUSE - a hallway
(CHERUB and PIKE wait for
the Squire in the main hallway of his house. While they wait they admire the
SQUIRE's opulent decor, each in his own way...)
PIKE: There's style, Cherub. Style! (CHERUB greedily eyes the
SQUIRE's posessions, obviously intending to pocket a few things.)
Hmm, this would fetch a pretty penny.
PIKE: Belay that, ye dolt. We are honest men, remember? Now,
here is our plan: We'll find out all we need to know about these little
villains...(PIKE indicates the SQUIRE's
posessions. Then Birch, a servant comes and escorts them to the study where the
CHERUB: (chuckling) Smugglers,
PIKE: ...and we'll take their store, find Avery's
treasure, and this into the bargain.
13. THE SQUIRE'S HOUSE - the study
SQUIRE: Ah, good morning gentlemen. Ha, ha, ha. Good morning
to you. Will you take wine with me?(SQUIRE pours drinks for all of them and passes
PIKE: Nay, nay, sir
Squire. We are come on a matter of business.
Business? So early in the day? (laughs) What can be so urgent so
PIKE: We were sent by a friend.
CHERUB: Jacob Kewper.
Kewper, eh? Then you must be...
PIKE: Merchants, sir.
Honest merchants. (they all laugh)
SQUIRE: By my
favorite mare, that's witty! Business indeed!
PIKE: The very
word friend Kewper used himself, sir.
SQUIRE: Aye. Where is the fellow. Should he not be
handling this affair?
CHERUB: Aye, that he is, sir. He's back
at the ship accounting our various merchandise.
such silks, such brandy and tobacco. Aye, Squire,
SQUIRE: Oh, this is worthy of a toast, gentlemen. I
insist you drink with me.
SQUIRE: Brandy, eh? Silks and tobacco. Well, here's to a fine
cargo and a gallant captain.(They drink,
CHERUB taking all of his at once and letting out a satisfied gasp afterwards.
The SQUIRE starts to refill his glass.)
PIKE: Here's to a good landfall
and no tales told.
CHERUB: And so say I.
PIKE: Forgive him, sir Squire. An honest fellow, but unused
to the ways of gentlefolk.(CHERUB tries to suppress his laugh.)
SQUIRE: Oh, no consequence, no
consequence. Ah, ah, ah, pray, have you breakfasted?
Aye, but I would remind you, sir, we still have business in
SQUIRE: Ahh, yeah, indeed. Now, (ahem) what would
Kewper have me do?
PIKE: Sir, he thought you might spare the
time of day to explain such, eh, petty matters as must trouble us poor
CHERUB: Aye, where to land, where to leave the
goods, and things.
SQUIRE: Oh, as for delivery, 'tis at
the church...on the clifftop.
SQUIRE: Likely, eh?(POLLY
enters being held by Birch, the servant, and is struggling against his grip.)
PIKE: Most suitable. But,
ah, who will receive our goods, sir?
SQUIRE: Ahhh, t'was to
have been the Churchwarden, bur he's been most foully murdered by
CHERUB: Shame, such a
PIKE: But where are we to put our boat, sir?
SQUIRE: Ah, now I think it best if we be all pre...
SQUIRE: What?! Great Heavens! This is one of the very
renegades who slew poor Longfoot! How did you escape? Well done,
POLLY: Well done, nothing. I came here of my own free
SQUIRE: Ehh, you may go,
POLLY: I came here to tell you that we found... (she
sees CHERUB) You! you're the one that kidnapped the Doctor!
14. PIKE'S CABIN
(The DOCTOR and KEWPER sit under the guard of
JAMAICA. They speak in low voices.)
DOCTOR: Tell me about my friends.(The DOCTOR speaks
louder to KEWPER so that JAMAICA will hear.)
Aye, it's bad news, sir.
DOCTOR: Why, is there
KEWPER: Aye, they are taken for trial for the murder
of the Churchwarden, which was done by Cherub, sir.
Oh, good gracious! We must escape from here and try and help
KEWPER: Aye, not only for the sake of your friends, sir,
but for the sake of the whole village yonder.
DOCTOR: But I
don't understand you.
KEWPER: Pike is the bloodiest pirate now
alive, sir. No one has ever seen that deadly hook and
DOCTOR: Oh, yes, I quite agree. A somewhat violent man.
KEWPER: Why did he take you, sir?
Oh, because he thought that I held the secret of the treasure belonging to
the deceased pirate, Avery.
KEWPER: Avery's gold!? Buried
DOCTOR: Oh, yes, he's determined to get it. Yes, yes,
apparently...the Churchwarden knew something about it.
Then Pike'll have it, sir, or raze the village to the ground in the
finding of it.
DOCTOR: But the officers of the
KEWPER: D'oh, they'd be no match for Pike's men, sir.
Once he's laid his plans, we and the village are lost. We...we must get back
word to them, sir.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I think I agree. Yes, eh,
eh, well, bear with me, sir. I, ah, I have a plan.
DOCTOR: Ehh, tell me, sir. Ah, you, ah, play cards? Hmm? Hmm,
15. THE SQUIRE'S STUDY
SQUIRE: I don't believe one word of this trumped-up story.
Not a jot!(PIKE produces a convenient rope from his pocket and begins to tie POLLY's
hands behind her back.)
CHERUB: Such a sweet young face and yet so
PIKE: It smacks of a trap, eh, Mister
CHERUB: Indeed it does, Captain. Very
POLLY: But we are innocent and he took the
PIKE: I have none sick aboard. Wherefore should I need
POLLY: I don't know but you took him. And I
wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have a hand in the killing of the
SQUIRE: Cease these vile untruths, boy!
These gentlemen are goodly merchants. I vouch for them. You are a stranger
here, as is your companion, and therefore not to be
POLLY: But we haven't done
SQUIRE: A man is dead, boy.
POLLY: We left him alive.
(pauses, surprised) Oh. Then you did speak with him!
(chuckles) There's a damning fact, indeed!
of the mouths of babes, eh?
CHERUB: Such acts of violence in
one so young!
PIKE: Aye, young people are not what they were
once, not in our time, eh Mister Cherub?
CHERUB: Indeed not,
Cap'n. Very wicked.
SQUIRE: Now, who this poor fellow is you
captured I know not.
PIKE: Might he not be, ahh, one of our
mutual friends, Squire?
SQUIRE: Ohh! Aye, indeed, it could be
CHERUB: Then perhaps we should fall in with this young
rouge's pot o' purpose.
PIKE: Yes, recapture this villain's
accomplice and let our man free.
CHERUB: That were
POLLY: Squire, you're being a fool. These men are
PIKE: Ohh, come, come, lad. Do we look so
CHERUB: Time's short if we're to
SQUIRE: Aye, we'll ride this very minute, and take
our prize with us.
PIKE: Squire, do you not think this lad
should be restrained a little, just in case of misfortune?
Aye, I do. A happy thought, Captain.
PIKE: Here is cord.
CHERUB: And here is silence. (CHERUB uses a scarf to gag
16. THE CHURCH CRYPT
(BEN returns from the tunnel to BLAKE,
who still sits tied to the chair.)
BEN: What a turn-up for the books! You don't know what kind
of good turn you done me, mate.(BEN heads up the stairs to the door to the vestry, about
to leave the bound BLAKE behind again. Before he can leave, he is stopped by the
arrival of PIKE, the SQUIRE, CHERUB and POLLY, who is still bound as well.)
BLAKE: I do not share your
joyous feelings, boy. Untie me, I say!
BEN: The passageway
leads right down to the beach alright, to the very spot we've been looking
BLAKE: Hey boy, you one of these smuggling rogues after
BEN: No, of course not. But it leads right down to where
the TARDIS is.
BLAKE: The TARDIS? What's that, a
BEN: Well, sort of, but you wouldn't understand. Any
way, it's there all ready for us to get away. If only I could tell the others,
we could all escape!
BLAKE: Eh? Escape!?
CHERUB: Stand fast, I say there.(The SQUIRE holds out a pistol and points it at BEN.)
SQUIRE: Recaptured again, eh boy? We'll have no more tricks
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