Doctor Who (1963) s07e01 Episode Script

Doctor Who Transcript Project Doctor Who Season 7 Spearhead from Space 1 of 4 Duty Officer, please urgent.
- What is it? - I've got something on the air, ma'am.
Something strange.
Are you sure it's not just interference? Something to do with the heatwave? No, ma'am.
There's something on there.
Scan closer.
- Still very high.
- Coming down fast though, ma'am, and heading this way.
They must be meteorites.
But they're flying in formation.
- They've come down.
- Where? - Sector five Epping.
- Bearing? Just working it out.
You know, I still think it was a formation, ma'am.
There was a shape.
Controller reported that meteorite storm to UNIT HQ.
So Control didn't think they were meteorites either? What else could they be? Don't let your imagination run away with you.
I suppose they must have been meteorites.
Mustn't they? Yes, ask her to come in.
Good.
Miss Shaw, I'm Lethbridge-Stewart.
Do come in and sit down, will you? Was all that nonsense out there really necessary? Identity passes? Guards? I was even searched.
Security.
Rather amusing, don't you think? No, you don't.
I have an important research programme going ahead at Cambridge.
Yes, I know.
An expert in meteorites, degrees in medicine, physics and a dozen other subjects.
Just the sort of all-rounder I've been looking for.
How I feel doesn't matter? - We need your help, Miss Shaw.
- I'm just not interested in security work.
Security? Producing invisible ink that sort of thing.
We're not exactly spies here at UNIT.
Then what do you do exactly? We deal with the odd, the unexplained, anything on Earth or even beyond.
Alien invaders? Little blue men with three heads? Ten tons of alien material drift through space and land on this planet every day.
And do no harm to anyone? Early this morning a shower of about fifty meteorites landed in Essex.
Landed? Most meteorites don't even reach the Earth's surface.
They usually burn up in the atmosphere.
These didn't.
These particular meteorites, came down in a funnel of thin, super-heated air about twenty miles in diameter, for which no one has an explanation.
There must be an explanation a natural one.
- I hope so, we didn't find one last time.
- Last time? Six months ago, a smaller shower of meteorites, about five or six, landed in the same area.
That's impossible.
The odds against two lots of meteorites landing in exactly the same place, must be incredible.
They are, Miss Shaw.
They are.
- And you've no idea who he is? - Not a clue.
We found him unconscious beside a police box, of all things.
In the middle of the woods? Yes, we thought he was dead at first.
I see.
Well, I'd better go and have a look at him.
Figures from the Institute of Space Studies, Baltimore.
Do you realise that in our section of the galaxy, there are over five hundred planets capable of supporting life? Why is Earth any more likely to be attacked now than during the last fifty-thousand years? In the last decade we've been sending probes, deeper and deeper into space.
We've drawn attention to ourselves, Miss Shaw.
Aren't you being a bit alarmist? Since UNIT was formed, there've been two attempts to invade this planet.
Really? We were lucky enough to be able to stop them.
There was a policy decision not to inform the public.
Do you seriously expect me to believe that? - It's not my habit to tell lies, Miss Shaw.
- I'm sorry, but it is a fantastic story.
We were very lucky on both occasions.
We had help from a scientist, with a great experience of other life forms.
Really? Who was this genius? Well, it's all rather difficult to explain.
We used to call him, the Doctor.
- Yes? - Munro here, sir.
I'm in the Ashbridge Cottage Hospital.
What the dickens are you doing there? Have you found any of those meteorites? No, sir.
All we've found is an unconscious civvy.
Well? He was lying beside a police box, sir.
Abandoned by the look of it, right in the middle of Oxley Wood.
A police box? Munro, this man you found? He's here at the hospital, sir, undergoing treatment.
- Has he said anything? - No, sir, not a syllable.
He's out to the wide.
Listen, Munro, I want an armed guard put on that police box at once.
Nobody is to be allowed near it, do you understand? Nobody.
A guard, sir? Very well, sir.
Do you want the police told, sir? About the police box? They may want it back.
On no account.
I'm coming down there immediately.
In the meantime, carry on with the search.
Ready, sir.
Is this somebody's idea of a joke? Sir? Look at that.
- His heart, sir.
- If that is his heart, nurse, what is this? I don't know, sir.
Someone in the x-ray department having a game.
You stay with the patient.
I'll find out who the fool is.
Henderson here.
Dr.
Henderson here, you're calling me? Look here, Henderson, what's the idea of playing stupid tricks? - Me playing tricks? Who is that? - Dr.
Lomax path lab.
You just sent up a blood sample for cross matching.
Yes, that's right, just routine.
Listen, Henderson! I will not tolerate stupid practical jokes.
It wasn't human blood and you know it.
What do you mean not human blood? I took it from the patient myself.
It is not a human blood type.
The platelet stickiness shows that.
Henderson, are you there? Hello? Dr.
Lomax, I took that blood sample from an adult male patient.
Now you tell me it's not human blood.
I don't know if that makes me a doctor or a vet, but it's still my job to look after him.
Hello.
Is that the Daily Chronicle? It is.
Well, look, my name's Mullins.
I'm a porter at the Cottage Hospital, Ashbridge.
I understand you pay for stories.
You do? Well look, there's something very funny happening up here.
Keep on your track.
Keep in a straight line.
Have you got something there? - What are you doing? - Shoes, must find my shoes.
- No you don't, come on.
- Unhand me, madam.
What's happening? He tried to get out of bed.
What? He's unconscious again now.
- Why can't we see him? - He's under medical care.
Is that the real reason? Well, what are you chaps doing here? I'm sorry.
I can't answer questions.
Why not? Is it a security order? Has it anything to do with those meteorites? I'm sorry.
There's simply nothing I can tell you.
Look, stand back there now.
Stand back.
Let him through.
Michael Wagstaffe, defence correspondent on the Daily Post.
- Can you tell us anything, sir? - What about? What's UNIT doing here, sir? Is it true there's a man from space in there? Nonsense.
I don't know where you get these stories.
We heard there's something odd about him.
- I know nothing about a man from space.
- Then why are you here, sir? Training exercise.
Stand back now! Let him through! Stand back now! Has your visit any connection with the meteorites that fell last night? Is that why you've cordoned off the wood? Did the man who was brought in here, find one of the meteorites? - Was he injured by them? - Are these meteorites dangerous? I'm sorry.
I'll talk to you later, when Has he found it and hidden it away, perhaps? If there's a story, you'll be given it later.
At the moment, I have no comment to make.
All right, stand back now, boys.
- I can't let you go in there.
- It's more than my job's worth.
Right now, clear away now.
You know, I think I've put my finger on it, that chap's found one of those meteorites and won't tell them where it is.
- How did that lot get onto this? - No idea, sir.
They just appeared like swallows in the spring.
Have you put a guard on that police box? Yes sir.
Two men with orders to keep strangers well away.
Munro, see that they're issued with live ammunition, will you? Live ammunition? But sir That's an order, Captain.
- I'll see to it, sir.
- Good.
- Along here, sir.
- Thank you.
Dr.
Henderson, this is Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart and Elizabeth Shaw.
Well, how's your patient, doctor? Can we see him? Well, you can see him, certainly.
He's not making much sense yet.
- What, still unconscious? - Most of the time.
He has brief moments of consciousness and then slips back again.
- Well, what's actually wrong with him? - I can't say never had a patient quite like him before.
How do you mean? Well, his whole cardiovascular system is quite unlike anything I've ever seen.
And I'm told his blood can't be identified.
Splendid.
That sounds like the Doctor.
Do you know him? What? No, I thought I might do, but he's a complete stranger.
I've never seen him before in my life.
Lethbridge-Stewart? My dear fellow, how nice to see you again.
He knows you, sir.
But he can't do.
Look here, can you hear me? Who are you? Don't you recognise me? I'm positive we've never met before.
Oh, dear.
I can't have changed that much, surely? I must see what they've done to me.
Can I borrow a mirror, please? Oh, no! Oh, no.
Well, that's not me at all.
No wonder you didn't recognise me.
That face, that hair.
Well, I don't know.
Though, I think it's rather distinctive, actually.
Don't you think? No, you don't.
Anyway, I'm tired.
All this exercise and exertion it's been too much, have to get some sleep.
Now, just a minute.
Wake up, man.
Listen to me.
I think that's quite enough for the moment.
His mind's obviously disturbed.
And anyway, I'm afraid he's out again.
Extraordinary business.
Munro, I want this man brought to London HQ.
- When will he be fit to travel? - Difficult to say.
I see.
Well, as soon as possible, Munro.
In the meantime, carry on the search for the meteorites.
Very good, sir.
Is there another way out of here? I want to avoid the press if possible.
This way.
Lethbridge-Stewart.
- He must have nipped out the back way.
- So, he's not going to tell us anything.
You know, there's a story here, Jimmy.
They're trying to cover something.
Portero, when can we see Dr.
Henderson? I don't know.
It's no good asking me.
You'll just have to wait so there.
I'm gonna ring the office.
Hold on, who is this chap anyway? He's been hanging around for ages.
Don't know.
I've never seen him before.
Did he tell you which paper he was on? Oh him? No, he didn't tell me anything.
He came in with the rest of you.
I thought he was one of you lot.
Excuse me, sir.
Are you going to be much longer? You see, we've got some stories to phone through and we'd like to use the phone, if possible.
- Don't point that thing at me, mister.
- Where do you think you're going? Home, along these parts.
How did you get into this wood? It's restricted.
- Do you fancy buying a rabbit or two? - You're a poacher, are you? Ain't nothing so tasty as a fresh rabbit.
- A bit of salt and a few onions.
- Didn't you see the patrols on the road? But I reckon they never seen me.
All right, dad, get on your way and don't come back until this wood it's de-restricted.
You understand? You soldiers looking for them thunderballs, eh? That's our business.
Reckon if I know where to find one of them things, it'd be worth a tidy old bit, eh? You know where one landed? I didn't say that, did I, son? - I'm just asking.
- Yeah, well don't ask.
Go on, push off.
Where are my shoes? Where are my shoes? I must find my shoes.
I must find my Why? You don't need them.
You're not going anywhere.
You don't understand, madam.
It's most important.
How is he, nurse? - His pulse seems to have settled down, sir.
- Well.
Ten a minute.
Yes, well, the trouble is we don't know what's normal for him, do we? Hello.
How are you feeling? - Shoes.
- I beg your pardon? Shoes.
They seem to be worrying him, sir.
I think he believes they've been stolen.
Well, if he wants them, he might as well - Where are they, nurse? - In his locker.
Are these what you're looking for? I wonder if the brain's damaged.
He does seem to be behaving very erratically.
Fetch the sphyg, would you, nurse? I'll take his blood pressure again while I'm here.
Thank you, nurse.
Doctor? What's wrong? What's happened? Shoot the tyres.
Here, something's happening.
Come on, this way.
Sergeant Harris.
Cut across to the main gate.
Stop the ambulance.
Shoot at the tyres.
The rest of you go round the back.
There he is.
He got away.
Start searching.
Who's there? Who told you to fire?, you stupid.