Doctor Who (1963) s08e03 Episode Script
Terror of the Autons, Part Three
Doctor Who Season 8 Terror of the Autons 3 of 4 Original air date: 1971/01/16 - Doctor.
- Careful.
Where are they taking us? - Well it certainly isnt Tarminster.
- Its some sort of a quarry.
Excuse me officer, could I see your warrant card? Spread out, they cant be far.
Doctor? Miss Grant? Get down, man.
Get down.
Look out.
Theyre Autons.
Bullets cant stop them.
Right, now.
Colonel? Colonel, the Autons that were sent to recover the bodies of the Doctor and the girl Have returned without them.
I know.
And youre not angry? Because the Doctors escaped again? No.
Hes an interesting adversary.
I admire him in many ways.
But you still intend to destroy him? Of course.
And the more he struggles to postpone the moment, the greater the ultimate satisfaction.
Six, the Nestenes have landed a small bridgehead force.
Seven, theyre operating from somewhere from within this area.
Eight, theyre being led by an intelligent alien known as the Master.
Nine, all their operations have, so far, been primarily directed at us here at UNIT.
Ten What are you doing, Doctor? Oh, Im terribly sorry.
Did you want me? I should like your attention Doctor, until weve settled on a course of action.
Of course, unless you have something of greater importance to attend to.
No, no, of course not.
No, do carry on, its most interesting.
Thank you.
- Where was I? - Ten, sir.
Ten, the enemy intention.
The enemy intention is to occupy your planet.
I should have thought that was quite obvious.
To do that they will have to land additional forces.
In other words, this is no more than a diversionary thrust.
Do you agree, Doctor? Well, I should have thought that was pretty obvious too, isnt it? We have, as you know, raided the circus and arrested Rossini and his thugs.
And what have we learned from them? Nothing, Rossini is just a tool.
The Master used him and then discarded him.
There was no sign of alien activity at the circus.
This mysterious horsebox has vanished, so had the Autons.
Naturally.
You have finished with me now, I hope? Not quite.
I therefore propose that we redouble our security here and concentrate on finding the Masters headquarters.
Well, having reached that brilliant conclusion.
How about getting on with it? Captain Yates, is my car back yet? - Safe and sound, Doctor.
- Good, thats something anyway.
Any further comments, Doctor? Ill let you know, as soon as I think of any.
Captain Yates, we will continue this conference in my office.
Do you know, Jo, I sometimes think that, "military intelligence", is a contradiction in terms.
Youre not very grateful, are you? What? For having my time wasted? He did save our lives, you know.
Well? Didnt he? Youre quite right Jo, Ill apologise If I have the time.
What are those things? Well, that is the discarded circuit from my TARDIS and this is an identical circuit that I borrowed from the Masters horsebox.
- What does it do? - You wait there and Ill show you.
- Bye bye, Jo.
- Doctor, where are you going? Just a proving flight.
Doctor.
Whats happening? - Of all the stupid useless - Doctor, stop being childish.
Whats wrong with being childish? I like being childish.
What were you trying to do anyway? Well, my TARDIS uses a mark I dematerialisation circuit and I tried to replace it with a mark II.
- Whats the joke? - Well, Ive just thought of something.
My TARDIS might not work but neither will his now.
Wherever he is, hes trapped on Earth.
Farrel, be careful.
Be careful.
I dont want an accident.
I was admiring the workmanship.
Do you think people will be impressed? Theyre the finest plastic flowers Ive ever seen.
Yes, well, thats our object, to show the world the skill of the modern plastics industry.
Were ready Farrel.
We must drive to the next distribution centre.
No.
The Master must be obeyed.
Must be obeyed.
We will wait a little longer.
If hes not then returned, we shall drive on.
You will obey me, Farrel.
I am your Master.
From field section one: continuous watch maintained, nothing to report.
Business appears to be proceeding normally.
No unusual activity.
Everything checked and found in order.
Report completely negative.
Nothing to report so far will continue to search.
Its worthless.
- Absolutely worthless.
- Now Doctor.
Days of exhaustive investigation by the Brigadiers band of bloodhounds.
And what have they discovered? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
The incompetent imbeciles.
Were doing everything possible, Doctor.
No news from any of those plastic factories? Well, there were those reports of a promotional tour.
My dear girl, the Master is scarcely likely to advertise what hes doing.
- I suppose not.
- I will not give up.
Hes lying low somewhere and weve got to find him.
Maybe hes given up.
The Master? Never.
Hes too conceited.
Doctor, this is Mr.
Brownrose from the Ministry.
Hes come to us with a rather alarming story.
Yes, well Im not in the mood for stories.
Is this man a member of your staff? The Doctor acts as our scientific consultant.
His assistant, Miss Grant.
How do you do? I hope hes qualified to deal with a matter of this complexity.
I think youll find, sir, that Im qualified to deal with practically everything.
If I choose.
I must say, Brigadier, Im far from satisfied that youve grasped the urgency of this matter.
I assure you I have.
Its not something to be shuffled off onto some stray boffin, you know.
Now just a moment, my good man.
We at UNIT are very busy with a number of extremely urgent matters.
Doctor, please.
The Brigadier has a great deal on his plate.
You cannot expect his exclusive attention for your petty concerns.
Cant I sir? Now, Ill have you know that my Whos in charge of you pen pushers, these days? Old Tubby Rowlands, isnt it? Lord Rowlands is head of our department, yes.
Yes, I was saying to him in the club, only the other day: Wrong sort of chap is creeping into your lot, Tubby I said.
Well, of course, I didnt mean to imply anything offensive.
No no, of course not.
Say no more about it.
Right now, Brigadier, whats your problem? Pretty serious, Doctor.
A wave of sudden deaths all over the Home Counties.
- Cause? - Asphyxiation, heart failure, shock.
In other words, no satisfactory explanation at all.
- Im afraid not.
- Some kind of virus? - Theres no evidence of infection.
- Any connection between the victims? None whatsoever, different ages, sexes and occupations.
Apart from the first two deaths, theres no connection at all.
And what about the first two? Well the first was a man called McDermott, the second Farrel.
¿Farrel? Production Manager and owner of the same plastics factory.
Mrs.
Farrel, I do realise how distressing this must be for you Ive already been over it with the police.
Yes, I know, but believe me, it is terribly important.
You could help us save hundreds of lives.
Would you like us to come back another time? No dear, Ill be all right.
Well, Id gone to make the coffee after lunch, but I heard a noise.
I came in and found him.
Your husband seemed quite normal when you left him? I mean not ill or anything.
Well, he was a little worried and depressed, I think, but he certainly wasnt ill.
Did he say why he was depressed? The death of Mr.
McDermott upset him, of course, and I do know he was very disturbed about developments within the firm.
- What sort of developments? - Well, he seemed to think that Rex, our son, he seemed to think that hed fallen under the influence of a new customer.
My husband didnt like him at all.
- What was his name? - Colonel Masters.
I knew it.
Doctor, did Who are you? Telephone engineer, sir, just finishing.
Got your pass? Blimey, not again.
Ive been checked more times Pass.
Thank you.
Okay, fine.
Why such a long flex? Specially ordered, sir.
Perhaps the gent likes to walk up and down while hes talking.
- Sounds very like him.
- Yeah.
Well, thats it then.
Is there anything else you can tell us about this Colonel Masters? Well, I believe hes still working with Rex.
Ive been too upset to think about the business.
Yes, of course.
But can you remember anything that your husband said about him? Anything at all.
I dont think so John did bring one of the new dolls home to examine.
What sort of dolls? Well, wasnt my idea of a doll at all.
Er, could we see it, Mrs Farrel? - Yes of course.
- Thank you.
Yes, I see what you mean.
It wasnt intended for children, naturally.
Some sort of a novelty for grown ups, I suppose.
- Its odd, you know.
- What is? Well, when I went out of the room, that thing was on the radiator by the door.
- Yes? - But.
.
after theyd taken John away.
I found it under the curtains.
It was As if it was trying to get out.
Right, now, lets take a look at this thing.
Charming little chap, isnt he? Where did you get it? Scalpel.
Forceps.
What are you doing? Im just poking about.
It appears to be made of solid plastic.
Why would they make a thing like that solid? Why?, indeed.
Lets try the head.
That appears to be solid plastic too.
Its no good.
Ill have to make a full analysis.
Where did you pick it up? - From the house of a man called Farrel.
- Why bring it here? Well, the Doctor thinks it might have killed him.
Jo, get in touch with scientific supplies, will you? Tell them I need these things straight away.
Yes.
Doctor, how on earth could a thing like that kill anybody? That, Brigadier, is what Im trying to find out.
- Hello, scientific supplies section? - Do you have the result of the post mortem? - I have a requisition for you.
Top priority.
- Yes, asphyxiation, cause unknown.
- It might have frightened him to death Scanning molecular structure analyser.
- but asphyxiation? Well, its not alive.
- Electrode unit.
The Nestenes change the molecular structure of plastic, Captain Yates.
They energise it in some way and turn it into quasi-organic matter.
Almost like flesh and blood.
Well, its inert at the moment.
Something must have activated it.
Thats it.
Thank you.
- The equipments on its way, Doctor.
- Good, how long will it be? Quite a while Im afraid.
Theyve had to send out for most of it.
What? Do you mean that you havent got a scanning molecular structure analyser in stock? Really Brigadier? You should keep this place better supplied, you know.
I cannot work without proper equipment.
Im very sorry, Doctor.
Yes well, just as well.
It will give me more time to look at Mr.
Farrels plastic factory.
Now, just a moment Doctor.
Im aware for your preference for acting as a one-man band, but this does happen to be a UNIT operation.
Lethbridge Stewart, I can assure you Hes right you know, Doctor.
Id better come with you.
No.
I shall accompany the Doctor myself.
- Im not entirely deskbound yet, you know.
- Sir Now, that will do, Captain Yates.
May I remind you that youre duty officer today.
If youre ready, Doctor? Jo, nobody is to touch that thing until Ive had the chance of examining it properly, all right? Dont worry, I wont go anywhere near it.
- We will leave now.
- No, not until the Master returns.
- We shall leave without him.
- For the last time, no.
Who are you? Until youve had a mug of army cocoa, you just havent lived.
You know, I dont think the Doctor would approve of that.
What? Making free with his Bunsen burner.
Hello? Scientific supplies section? Id like to speak to Mr.
Campbell please.
Then he shouldnt go gallivanting off leaving me stuck here.
What about me? Im stuck here too, you know.
Well, thats different, isnt it? Ill just go and fetch the gubbins.
Thank you and good night, Captain Yates.
Hello? Mr.
Campbell? I see.
No, no, Ill hang on.
Will he be long? Is anybody there? Yes, well the Doctor does need it rather urgently so I thought Yes, thats quite true, but if anybody could you Youre dead right, wed be in terrible trouble.
Could you? Could you really? Youre a dolly Scotsman, Mr.
Campbell.
Yes, of course.
Its open.
Mike.
Mike, come quickly.
Jo.
Whats the matter? Seems as though theyve moved camp.
Yes.
Today.
How do you know that? Desk calendar.
Hello! What have you got there? A daffodil.
A plastic daffodil.
Hang onto it for me, will you? Well what do you want it for? They give these things away with soap.
Its plastic, Brigadier.
and any plastic artifact, anything at all, can in the Nestenes sense of the word, be alive.
First a doll, then a flower.
- What are you getting at Doctor? - I wish I knew.
Have a look at that desk, old chap, will you? Yeah.
You never know, there might be something there to give us a lead.
Nothing much here.
Unless this might be something.
Farrels ordered a coach this week, a fifteen-seater.
Well, maybe hes going on a works outing.
Yeah.
Look out, Auton.
Remarkably persistent, arent they.
This thing actually attacked you? It was going to, if Mike hadnt shot it.
It was horrible.
Seems as though you may be right, Doctor.
I usually am! Well, its dead enough now.
Jo, where were you when this thing started moving? - I was on the telephone.
- And what about you, Captain Yates? I wasnt here.
Id just gone out to fetch some cocoa.
Yes, well something must have a - Fetch a tin what? - Cocoa.
Are you trying to tell me that you were going to cocoa in my lab? That was the general idea.
Im sorry Doctor.
Yes, well serg Well, now wait a minute You didnt by any chance use my Bunsen burner, did you? - Well, yes.
- Well, thats it then, heat.
This thing was lying alongside my Bunsen.
It must be triggered off by a pre-determined temperature.
Yes, that may account for Farrels death, Doctor.
What about all the others? If this thing is what I think it is, we may have the answer right here.
Right, off you go, the whole lot of you.
- Me too? - Yes, you too.
No.
You go down to the stores and see if you can chase up that Mr.
Campbell, all right? Okay.
Hello, yes, what is it? Hello Doctor, is that you? Who is this? What do you want? Simply to say goodbye, Doctor.
- Careful.
Where are they taking us? - Well it certainly isnt Tarminster.
- Its some sort of a quarry.
Excuse me officer, could I see your warrant card? Spread out, they cant be far.
Doctor? Miss Grant? Get down, man.
Get down.
Look out.
Theyre Autons.
Bullets cant stop them.
Right, now.
Colonel? Colonel, the Autons that were sent to recover the bodies of the Doctor and the girl Have returned without them.
I know.
And youre not angry? Because the Doctors escaped again? No.
Hes an interesting adversary.
I admire him in many ways.
But you still intend to destroy him? Of course.
And the more he struggles to postpone the moment, the greater the ultimate satisfaction.
Six, the Nestenes have landed a small bridgehead force.
Seven, theyre operating from somewhere from within this area.
Eight, theyre being led by an intelligent alien known as the Master.
Nine, all their operations have, so far, been primarily directed at us here at UNIT.
Ten What are you doing, Doctor? Oh, Im terribly sorry.
Did you want me? I should like your attention Doctor, until weve settled on a course of action.
Of course, unless you have something of greater importance to attend to.
No, no, of course not.
No, do carry on, its most interesting.
Thank you.
- Where was I? - Ten, sir.
Ten, the enemy intention.
The enemy intention is to occupy your planet.
I should have thought that was quite obvious.
To do that they will have to land additional forces.
In other words, this is no more than a diversionary thrust.
Do you agree, Doctor? Well, I should have thought that was pretty obvious too, isnt it? We have, as you know, raided the circus and arrested Rossini and his thugs.
And what have we learned from them? Nothing, Rossini is just a tool.
The Master used him and then discarded him.
There was no sign of alien activity at the circus.
This mysterious horsebox has vanished, so had the Autons.
Naturally.
You have finished with me now, I hope? Not quite.
I therefore propose that we redouble our security here and concentrate on finding the Masters headquarters.
Well, having reached that brilliant conclusion.
How about getting on with it? Captain Yates, is my car back yet? - Safe and sound, Doctor.
- Good, thats something anyway.
Any further comments, Doctor? Ill let you know, as soon as I think of any.
Captain Yates, we will continue this conference in my office.
Do you know, Jo, I sometimes think that, "military intelligence", is a contradiction in terms.
Youre not very grateful, are you? What? For having my time wasted? He did save our lives, you know.
Well? Didnt he? Youre quite right Jo, Ill apologise If I have the time.
What are those things? Well, that is the discarded circuit from my TARDIS and this is an identical circuit that I borrowed from the Masters horsebox.
- What does it do? - You wait there and Ill show you.
- Bye bye, Jo.
- Doctor, where are you going? Just a proving flight.
Doctor.
Whats happening? - Of all the stupid useless - Doctor, stop being childish.
Whats wrong with being childish? I like being childish.
What were you trying to do anyway? Well, my TARDIS uses a mark I dematerialisation circuit and I tried to replace it with a mark II.
- Whats the joke? - Well, Ive just thought of something.
My TARDIS might not work but neither will his now.
Wherever he is, hes trapped on Earth.
Farrel, be careful.
Be careful.
I dont want an accident.
I was admiring the workmanship.
Do you think people will be impressed? Theyre the finest plastic flowers Ive ever seen.
Yes, well, thats our object, to show the world the skill of the modern plastics industry.
Were ready Farrel.
We must drive to the next distribution centre.
No.
The Master must be obeyed.
Must be obeyed.
We will wait a little longer.
If hes not then returned, we shall drive on.
You will obey me, Farrel.
I am your Master.
From field section one: continuous watch maintained, nothing to report.
Business appears to be proceeding normally.
No unusual activity.
Everything checked and found in order.
Report completely negative.
Nothing to report so far will continue to search.
Its worthless.
- Absolutely worthless.
- Now Doctor.
Days of exhaustive investigation by the Brigadiers band of bloodhounds.
And what have they discovered? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
The incompetent imbeciles.
Were doing everything possible, Doctor.
No news from any of those plastic factories? Well, there were those reports of a promotional tour.
My dear girl, the Master is scarcely likely to advertise what hes doing.
- I suppose not.
- I will not give up.
Hes lying low somewhere and weve got to find him.
Maybe hes given up.
The Master? Never.
Hes too conceited.
Doctor, this is Mr.
Brownrose from the Ministry.
Hes come to us with a rather alarming story.
Yes, well Im not in the mood for stories.
Is this man a member of your staff? The Doctor acts as our scientific consultant.
His assistant, Miss Grant.
How do you do? I hope hes qualified to deal with a matter of this complexity.
I think youll find, sir, that Im qualified to deal with practically everything.
If I choose.
I must say, Brigadier, Im far from satisfied that youve grasped the urgency of this matter.
I assure you I have.
Its not something to be shuffled off onto some stray boffin, you know.
Now just a moment, my good man.
We at UNIT are very busy with a number of extremely urgent matters.
Doctor, please.
The Brigadier has a great deal on his plate.
You cannot expect his exclusive attention for your petty concerns.
Cant I sir? Now, Ill have you know that my Whos in charge of you pen pushers, these days? Old Tubby Rowlands, isnt it? Lord Rowlands is head of our department, yes.
Yes, I was saying to him in the club, only the other day: Wrong sort of chap is creeping into your lot, Tubby I said.
Well, of course, I didnt mean to imply anything offensive.
No no, of course not.
Say no more about it.
Right now, Brigadier, whats your problem? Pretty serious, Doctor.
A wave of sudden deaths all over the Home Counties.
- Cause? - Asphyxiation, heart failure, shock.
In other words, no satisfactory explanation at all.
- Im afraid not.
- Some kind of virus? - Theres no evidence of infection.
- Any connection between the victims? None whatsoever, different ages, sexes and occupations.
Apart from the first two deaths, theres no connection at all.
And what about the first two? Well the first was a man called McDermott, the second Farrel.
¿Farrel? Production Manager and owner of the same plastics factory.
Mrs.
Farrel, I do realise how distressing this must be for you Ive already been over it with the police.
Yes, I know, but believe me, it is terribly important.
You could help us save hundreds of lives.
Would you like us to come back another time? No dear, Ill be all right.
Well, Id gone to make the coffee after lunch, but I heard a noise.
I came in and found him.
Your husband seemed quite normal when you left him? I mean not ill or anything.
Well, he was a little worried and depressed, I think, but he certainly wasnt ill.
Did he say why he was depressed? The death of Mr.
McDermott upset him, of course, and I do know he was very disturbed about developments within the firm.
- What sort of developments? - Well, he seemed to think that Rex, our son, he seemed to think that hed fallen under the influence of a new customer.
My husband didnt like him at all.
- What was his name? - Colonel Masters.
I knew it.
Doctor, did Who are you? Telephone engineer, sir, just finishing.
Got your pass? Blimey, not again.
Ive been checked more times Pass.
Thank you.
Okay, fine.
Why such a long flex? Specially ordered, sir.
Perhaps the gent likes to walk up and down while hes talking.
- Sounds very like him.
- Yeah.
Well, thats it then.
Is there anything else you can tell us about this Colonel Masters? Well, I believe hes still working with Rex.
Ive been too upset to think about the business.
Yes, of course.
But can you remember anything that your husband said about him? Anything at all.
I dont think so John did bring one of the new dolls home to examine.
What sort of dolls? Well, wasnt my idea of a doll at all.
Er, could we see it, Mrs Farrel? - Yes of course.
- Thank you.
Yes, I see what you mean.
It wasnt intended for children, naturally.
Some sort of a novelty for grown ups, I suppose.
- Its odd, you know.
- What is? Well, when I went out of the room, that thing was on the radiator by the door.
- Yes? - But.
.
after theyd taken John away.
I found it under the curtains.
It was As if it was trying to get out.
Right, now, lets take a look at this thing.
Charming little chap, isnt he? Where did you get it? Scalpel.
Forceps.
What are you doing? Im just poking about.
It appears to be made of solid plastic.
Why would they make a thing like that solid? Why?, indeed.
Lets try the head.
That appears to be solid plastic too.
Its no good.
Ill have to make a full analysis.
Where did you pick it up? - From the house of a man called Farrel.
- Why bring it here? Well, the Doctor thinks it might have killed him.
Jo, get in touch with scientific supplies, will you? Tell them I need these things straight away.
Yes.
Doctor, how on earth could a thing like that kill anybody? That, Brigadier, is what Im trying to find out.
- Hello, scientific supplies section? - Do you have the result of the post mortem? - I have a requisition for you.
Top priority.
- Yes, asphyxiation, cause unknown.
- It might have frightened him to death Scanning molecular structure analyser.
- but asphyxiation? Well, its not alive.
- Electrode unit.
The Nestenes change the molecular structure of plastic, Captain Yates.
They energise it in some way and turn it into quasi-organic matter.
Almost like flesh and blood.
Well, its inert at the moment.
Something must have activated it.
Thats it.
Thank you.
- The equipments on its way, Doctor.
- Good, how long will it be? Quite a while Im afraid.
Theyve had to send out for most of it.
What? Do you mean that you havent got a scanning molecular structure analyser in stock? Really Brigadier? You should keep this place better supplied, you know.
I cannot work without proper equipment.
Im very sorry, Doctor.
Yes well, just as well.
It will give me more time to look at Mr.
Farrels plastic factory.
Now, just a moment Doctor.
Im aware for your preference for acting as a one-man band, but this does happen to be a UNIT operation.
Lethbridge Stewart, I can assure you Hes right you know, Doctor.
Id better come with you.
No.
I shall accompany the Doctor myself.
- Im not entirely deskbound yet, you know.
- Sir Now, that will do, Captain Yates.
May I remind you that youre duty officer today.
If youre ready, Doctor? Jo, nobody is to touch that thing until Ive had the chance of examining it properly, all right? Dont worry, I wont go anywhere near it.
- We will leave now.
- No, not until the Master returns.
- We shall leave without him.
- For the last time, no.
Who are you? Until youve had a mug of army cocoa, you just havent lived.
You know, I dont think the Doctor would approve of that.
What? Making free with his Bunsen burner.
Hello? Scientific supplies section? Id like to speak to Mr.
Campbell please.
Then he shouldnt go gallivanting off leaving me stuck here.
What about me? Im stuck here too, you know.
Well, thats different, isnt it? Ill just go and fetch the gubbins.
Thank you and good night, Captain Yates.
Hello? Mr.
Campbell? I see.
No, no, Ill hang on.
Will he be long? Is anybody there? Yes, well the Doctor does need it rather urgently so I thought Yes, thats quite true, but if anybody could you Youre dead right, wed be in terrible trouble.
Could you? Could you really? Youre a dolly Scotsman, Mr.
Campbell.
Yes, of course.
Its open.
Mike.
Mike, come quickly.
Jo.
Whats the matter? Seems as though theyve moved camp.
Yes.
Today.
How do you know that? Desk calendar.
Hello! What have you got there? A daffodil.
A plastic daffodil.
Hang onto it for me, will you? Well what do you want it for? They give these things away with soap.
Its plastic, Brigadier.
and any plastic artifact, anything at all, can in the Nestenes sense of the word, be alive.
First a doll, then a flower.
- What are you getting at Doctor? - I wish I knew.
Have a look at that desk, old chap, will you? Yeah.
You never know, there might be something there to give us a lead.
Nothing much here.
Unless this might be something.
Farrels ordered a coach this week, a fifteen-seater.
Well, maybe hes going on a works outing.
Yeah.
Look out, Auton.
Remarkably persistent, arent they.
This thing actually attacked you? It was going to, if Mike hadnt shot it.
It was horrible.
Seems as though you may be right, Doctor.
I usually am! Well, its dead enough now.
Jo, where were you when this thing started moving? - I was on the telephone.
- And what about you, Captain Yates? I wasnt here.
Id just gone out to fetch some cocoa.
Yes, well something must have a - Fetch a tin what? - Cocoa.
Are you trying to tell me that you were going to cocoa in my lab? That was the general idea.
Im sorry Doctor.
Yes, well serg Well, now wait a minute You didnt by any chance use my Bunsen burner, did you? - Well, yes.
- Well, thats it then, heat.
This thing was lying alongside my Bunsen.
It must be triggered off by a pre-determined temperature.
Yes, that may account for Farrels death, Doctor.
What about all the others? If this thing is what I think it is, we may have the answer right here.
Right, off you go, the whole lot of you.
- Me too? - Yes, you too.
No.
You go down to the stores and see if you can chase up that Mr.
Campbell, all right? Okay.
Hello, yes, what is it? Hello Doctor, is that you? Who is this? What do you want? Simply to say goodbye, Doctor.