Doctor Who (1963) s13e23 Episode Script

(DOCTOR WHO THEME) Come on.
(GRUNTING) Are you all right? Look, we're from South Bend.
These Marines got me through.
We heard the explosion, what happened? ButDoctor.
Where's the Doctor? It's all right, I'm a doctor.
Dr Chester.
-Look, we'll take care of you.
-No.
-Don't worry.
-No, you don't understand.
He was trying to reach the camp.
We've got to find him.
-Doctor.
-No, hang on.
Take it easy.
-No.
Doctor.
-Take it easy.
Doctor.
(YELPING) Help me.
Help me.
He's alive.
Good morning.
Must be in the greenhouse.
Mr Chase.
Mission accomplished.
Well? Open it.
Astounding.
-I can scarcely believe it.
-SCORBY: I wouldn't touch it.
-Why not? -Well, there was this other pod and one of the expedition apparently got infected by it.
Yes, I heard.
What happened exactly? It was all very strange.
He went mad and killed someone.
Yeah, they told us the pod took him over in some way.
What became of this other pod? It was destroyed.
Well, we had to blow the whole place to smithereens, plus everyone in it.
What a pity.
I could have had two pods.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) CHASE: Come.
-Mr Dunbar, sir.
-CHASE: Oh, come in, Dunbar.
It's all right.
These are the two men who brought back the pod.
They know of your contribution to the enterprise.
I had no idea you'd go to such terrible lengths to get it.
Destruction of the others was necessary.
-Necessary? -There it is.
Look at it.
Like me, I imagine you couldn't wait to see it with your own eyes.
Unlike you, I can hardly bear to look at it, considering the cost.
Since you mention cost, Dunbar, you've already been well paid for your part.
So, keep a stiff upper lip, forget your qualms.
The object has been achieved.
We can all relax.
-Not quite.
-No? They weren't all wiped out.
That's what I came to warn you about.
The Doctor and his assistant are still alive.
That's not possible.
The Doctor's meeting Sir Colin and me in two hours' time.
But why should people go to such lengths to get their hands on the pod? Greed.
Greed.
The most dangerous impulse in the universe.
Do you realise Do you realise that on this planet the pod is unique? I use the word with precision.
Unique.
And to some people, its uniqueness makes it valuable at any cost.
You make these two mystery men sound like fanatics.
Fana Tell him.
You tell him.
You tell him.
These two mystery men had everything planned.
They had an aeroplane, guns, even a bomb.
It was organised down to the last detail.
Now, if that isn't fanaticism, well, what is? Surely you're exaggerating.
Exagger Now look, I was there.
-We were nearly killed.
-Be calm.
Be calm.
Listen, both of you.
Are you both listening to me? I think they were dangerous, but they were stooges.
I believe they were working for someone else.
And if that's true, that someone else must be a complete madman.
Ah.
What? What's more to the point is how they knew of the pod's existence.
The discovery had been reported only to your department.
Correct? That's correct.
But Doctor, I trust you're not suggesting that information was leaked from this bureau? Why not? Why shouldn't it be? Doctor, how can you suggest such a thing? In any case, what would be the gain? Oh, money.
-Money? -Yes.
Money.
Hired thieves and murderers don't usually work for love.
Since you seem to have it all sewn up, Doctor, perhaps you can tell us where the pod is now? I'll make a guess.
Right here, in this country.
Action.
Action, that's what we need.
If we don't find that pod before it germinates, it'll be the end of everything.
Everything, you understand? Even your pension.
Very well, Doctor.
You've made your point.
All the facilities of this bureau will be placed at your disposal.
-Thank you.
-All right, Dunbar? I'll organise anything you require, Doctor.
Good.
Then organise us to the Botanic Institute, now.
-Doctor? -Yes.
This car was ordered for you, sir.
Good.
Let's go.
It's all right, Mr Chase.
They're being taken care of.
But I must warn you about that pod.
What's going on? Where are we? We're in a nice, deserted place, Doctor.
Who do you work for? Both of you, out.
This side.
Sarah, come on.
(GUNSHOT) Come on.
SARAH: Hey, down here.
Down here, cloth-eyes.
Are you blind? (EXHALES) -You try the boot.
-Right, give us the key.
Hey, Doctor.
-Yes? -Here.
-What? -Look.
''Amelia Ducat.
'' -That's interesting.
-Is it? Why? Well, Amelia Ducat is only one of the world's leading flower artists.
AMELIA: Oh, yes, a perfect example.
Fritillaria meleagris.
Is that the common snake's-head fritillary? And why are you asking me? No, I mean, did you paint it, Miss ''Duckett''? The name is ''Doo-cah'', actually.
Yes, of course I painted it.
I camped out on the Chilterns night after night to catch it at sunrise.
We're trying to trace the owner.
-Well, isn't it yours? -No.
We found it in a car boot.
A car boot? DOCTOR: A Daimler car boot.
The car is immaterial.
The driver wasn't.
He tried to kill us.
Can you remember who bought this particular painting? Well, nobody.
I haven't finished it yet.
SARAH: No, hang about, not that one.
-This one, Miss Ducat.
-Common snakes-head fritillary.
Oh, that one.
Oh, dear me.
It was a long time ago.
Now, what was his name? Something like Face? Mace? Lace? -Pace? -Base? That's right.
Chase.
Of course.
Harrison Chase, the millionaire.
Good Lord.
He never paid me.
No.
No, the x-rays don't show any signs of activity, so We mustn't give up, Keeler.
I'm certain we're on the verge of a breakthrough.
Yes, but if we Mr Chase, please listen.
Something weird happened in Antarctica.
A man came into contact with the other pod and according to the Doctor, he turned into an alien.
Now, I don't know what he meant exactly, but I believe it did happen.
So, please, let's stop this experiment now.
No, Keeler.
Dunbar's explained everything to me.
Provided we take the proper precautions, there is no danger.
Now, inject the pod with fixed nitrogen.
(TELEPHONE RINGING) Special Projects lab.
Yes.
Yes, he's here.
Urgent call from Dunbar.
Your chauffeur's in hospital.
I hope this works.
It's worth the risk to find that pod.
Mmm.
How do I look? (CAR HONKING) So far, so good.
-Leave the car here? -Yes.
SARAH: We're here.
What's the best way in, do you think? -The front.
-Phew.
Not this time.
The back? The back.
Quick, hide.
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY) Let's brazen it out.
Hey, you.
Halt, or I'll fire.
Just act natural.
I am.
''Act natural,'' he says.
(GUARD BLOWING WHISTLE) Hold it.
Get our hands up.
Hello, Doctor.
How nice of you to come.
Over here.
I've got them.
That's right, grab us.
We're very dangerous.
You're full of good ideas, Doctor.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Some visitors, Mr Chase.
So, the meddling Doctor.
You lead a charmed life.
You arrive without a chauffeur, not even a touch of frostbite.
How do you do? Have you met Miss Smith? She's my best friend.
Is she? And still beautifully intact, I see.
I try my best, under the circumstances.
And this is Mr Scorby.
I don't know his first name.
-And these two gentlemen -Yes, thank you, Doctor, we are acquainted.
How nice.
Hand over the pod.
After all the inconvenience I've been put to? Oh, no, Doctor.
Perhaps you didn't know, but in this house is assembled the greatest collection of rare plants in the world.
When the pod flowers, I shall achieve the crowning glory of my life's work.
Take care.
I notice a little greenfly here and there.
Your envy is understandable, Doctor.
However, as I propose to have you both executed Why? We haven't harmed you.
Oh, be reasonable, Sarah.
What choice has he got? We keep interfering.
Exactly, Doctor.
However, before you die, you will be granted a unique privilege.
The last things you will ever see will be my beautiful plants.
Please come this way.
-Look, what are you playing -Come on, on your way.
CHASE: And the west wing was completed by Sir Bothwell Chase just before his execution in 1 587.
This plant laboratory is unique, Doctor.
It makes the Botanical Institute look like a potting shed.
Are we near the end? I do so hate guided tours.
Here we treat our green friends as patients.
If they're puny, we build them up.
If they're sick, we give them succour.
I've heard of flower power, but that is ridiculous.
You've heard of the theory that irregular light patterns can affect the senses of so-called mindless things? Oh, yes, like Scorby here.
Enjoy yourself while you can, Doctor.
Where's Keeler? He's engaged in important and isolated research.
On the pod? What else? Your coffee, sir.
Two lumps, isn't it? It's happening.
What is? There's a Floker's path forming on the pericarp.
There's a what, sir? It's alive.
It's growing.
Go fetch Mr Chase.
Tell him it's urgent.
-Yes, sir.
-Hurry up, Hargreaves.
(EERIE ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) SCORBY: All right, that's enough.
Come on, move.
Okay, hold it there.
(ADJUSTING NOTES) The hymn of the plants.
I composed it myself.
People say that you should talk to plants.
I believe that.
Just as I believe they also like music.
We've got to get out of here.
(MUMBLING) The music's terrible.
-What? -I said the music's terrible.
Shut up.
(MUSIC STOPS) Now I shall play you my requiem.
My Floriana Requiem, dedicated to Linnaeus.
(MUSIC PLAYING) You know, Doctor, I could play all day in my green cathedral.
-Mr Chase.
-Oh, go away.
Can't you see Mr Chase is busy? It's Mr Keeler.
Something's happening to that pod.
(MUSIC STOPS) Why are you shouting, Hargreaves? Would you go to the annex, please? Yes, right.
Take these people away.
I imagine they won't mind a few minutes' delay before they die.
All right, move.
-What is it? -I thought you should see this.
-Have you injected fixed nitrogen? -Fifteen grams.
Careful.
I shouldn't get too close.
There can't be any danger yet.
Don't forget, it's alien.
More nitrogen.
No, I don't think that would be wise, Mr Chase.
I make the decisions.
Inject another 1 5 grams.
Where are you taking us, Scorby? I shouldn't worry, Doctor.
It's strictly a one-way journey.
Now, Doctor.
-Come along, Sarah.
-But (WHISPERS) Listen.
We've got to warn Sir Colin.
Right.
Let's get out and phone him.
Have you got a 2p piece? -Yeah.
-Good.
You're going to phone him.
I must get another look at that pod.
-But -Let's get you over the wall first.
Guards.
They got away.
We've got to find them.
You two, that way.
(GUARD BLOWING WHISTLE) SCORBY: You men there, cover sector nine.
(SCORBY SHOUTING INSTRUCTIONS, INDISTINCT) Spread out, you idiots.
(GUARD BLOWING WHISTLE) Come on.
Listen, you be careful of Chase.
If he catches you Remarkable.
It almost grows before my eyes.
Well, where's your enthusiasm, Keeler? Don't you realise we face a moment of history? (TWIG CRACKS) One word out of you and you're dead, little girl.
Understand? So near yet so far.
(WHISTLES) You didn't think you'd get away with it, did you? Come on.
Found her in the woods.
She must have got over the wall.
-And the other one? -No sign of him.
Where's the Doctor? (WHIMPERS) Mr Chase isn't going to be very pleased with you.
Come on.
Keep looking.
(SIGHING) It's like waiting for a time bomb to explode.
CHASE: What's been happening? I thought you had them both safely locked up.
They got away somehow.
The Doctor's still free but he won't get far.
Oh.
So that's what all that noise was about.
Where is he? I don't know.
And if I did, I wouldn't tell you.
CHASE: What a very uncooperative young lady.
However, I've just had an idea.
You can help me with my experiment.
-Remove her coat.
-What Sit down.
Miss Smith will be our subject, like so.
No.
-Fetch some clamps, Keeler.
-You can't.
It's inhuman.
I don't care.
I must know what happens when a Krynoid touches human flesh.