Doctor Who (1963) s22e01 Episode Script

Attack of the Cybermen, Part One (45 min)

Yeah, let's take a look down here.
Look at the state.
This is a hoary old one.
Talk about neglect.
Yeah, there can't have been anybody down here for years.
There are more bulges than in an antenatal clinic.
What's that? Hang on a minute, we are under Fleet Street? Well, you got the map.
According to this, there was work done here seven years ago.
Three half walls with bolted buttresses.
-We must be in the wrong tunnel.
-No, we're not.
Hang on, I'll check it out.
No, we are in the right tunnel.
David? David.
David? You all right? David! Here we go again.
Oh! There you are.
Soon put you to rights.
Well, that shouldn't have happened.
What are you doing? Something I should have done a long time ago.
-Repair the chameleon circuit.
-What? The Tardis, when working properly, is capable of many amazing things.
Not unlike myself.
One of its functions is that it can change shape to blend perfectly with its surrounding environment.
-I see.
-Not yet, you don't.
I wonder why I didn't do it before.
Hmm! Look, Doctor, do you really think you are up to this? I mean, you've only recently regenerated and yet you've undertaken so much work.
Well, what I really mean to say is that you still seem a little unstable.
Unstable? Unstable? Unstable? This is me, Peri.
At this very moment I am as stable as you will ever see me.
Oh, dear.
You must forget how I used to be.
I'm a Time Lord.
A man of science, temperament and passion! And a very loud voice.
Yes.
Yes, that, too.
But not unstable.
This is the real me, Peri.
But don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.
I promise.
I still think you are doing too much.
You need to rest.
Rest? Nonsense.
Rest is for the weary, sleep is for the dead.
I feel like a hungry man eager for the feast.
Now, we've both spent too long in the Tardis.
We need a change.
-Where'd you like to go? -Well For you, somewhere restful, I think.
I'm sure after the bleakness of Joconda you could do with a sight of green hills, rolling countryside -Yes, Doctor.
-I know the very place.
-Doctor, what's happening? -Just hold on! I'm being Here we are, gentlemen.
Inside that building is £10 million in diamonds.
-Tasty.
-Very tasty.
-How long will you need? -About half an hour.
-I'll send these two back with the car.
-There's no need, I'll get a cab.
I said, Russell, I'll send the car for you.
-Right.
-Don't look so hurt.
We're not going back to the flat, we're doing the job today.
-That's all of a sudden, isn't it? -You had something else planned? No.
It's just that I was expecting a bit more notice.
We go today.
Without fail.
What if I don't get the explosives? -You assured me there'd be no slip-ups.
-Yeah.
But seven kilos of plastic at such short notice? I hope you are not telling me that there'll be problems, Russell, because if you are, I shall be very angry.
-Well, don't worry.
I'll get the stuff.
-Good.
I don't think he likes us very much, Mr Lytton.
If he lets me down, he'll have reason not to.
You, Payne, will kill him.
Job's today.
Well, I don't know.
He's playing everything so close.
There's seven kilos of plastic.
Look, don't argue, just have the stuff ready.
I'm on my way in.
I must have crossed a wire.
Well, I hope you never do anything more serious, I think my heart is where my liver should be.
All right.
Hmm.
-At least the Tardis isn't damaged.
-Big deal.
Be grateful.
If its shell had been punctured, you'd find it very difficult to breathe in a vacuum.
I'm grateful.
I'm grateful.
Just tell me where we are, if you can.
-Oh, child of little faith.
-Do you blame me? What's that? Comet 9/1-2/4-4.
To you, Halley's comet.
It's very pretty but it still doesn't tell me where we are.
In your sun's solar system.
In the year that you would calculate as 1985.
I was, in fact, taking you to Earth.
Bit of an anticlimax after that journey.
Ungrateful wretch.
Well, what do you expect? Applause? A little gratitude wouldn't irretrievably damage my ego.
Come off it, Doctor.
No one is more surprised than you that we came through it.
What's this, then? I thought we were doing a diamond job.
-For once, Griffiths, you're right.
-Then what are we doing here? It may come as a great disappointment to you but I don't intend to enter the bank guns blazing and my face covered in a nylon stocking.
-Oh, he's allergic to nylon.
-No, I'm not.
We go in via the sewers.
Crafty.
Down there? The way is prepared, all we have to do is remove a few bricks and we're in the sewer itself.
That's good.
But how do we get at the diamonds? Why do you think Russell has gone for explosives? You must be joking.
You set that lot off, will have the Old Bill down on us.
The vibrations will set off every alarm in the area.
The police won't know where to start.
There! That should do it.
-No more death-defying rides? -Absolutely not.
Well, hopefully not.
-Don't you think we should land? -Not at all.
I have perfect rapport with this machine.
I only hope the Tardis knows it.
Look, Doctor, out there are thousands and millions of tons of ice.
One ill-considered move could cause us to collide with it.
I'm scared, Doctor.
-You don't seem to understand that.
-Of course I do.
But you have nothing to fear, I promise you.
I hope not.
It's rather ironic, on Earth, Halley's comet is always associated with impending disaster.
-That's nonsense.
-Not when you're this close, it isn't! Lose the motor.
Come on.
Does Does that noise have anything to do with you? No.
-It's a distress signal.
-How do you know? Oh! Listen.
That is an intergalactic distress code.
-Where is it coming from? -Can't be far.
-The signal is very strong.
-What's all that other noise? I'm not certain.
Strange.
It's coming from Earth.
-In 1985? -It's not possible.
Possible it is.
Desirable it isn't.
I think when we arrive, we should investigate.
-Is that safe? -Insurance.
Start shooting that thing off, the police will be calling out the SAS.
-He's right.
That thing, it's obscene.
-Armed robbery is armed robbery.
-How many of those things are we taking? -Just the one.
-It's one too many.
-What about you, Payne? -Oh, I'm with you, Mr Lytton.
-''I'm with you, Mr Lytton.
'' You're with anything that gets you money.
Certainly there's dissent and you, Russell, are at the centre of it.
I don't like guns.
I don't like all this secrecy.
We're supposed to be on a job.
But we don't know what we're doing.
You are new to this group and have yet to gain my confidence, that's why I tell you nothing.
-These two are muscleheads -You've got a rough tongue, Mr Lytton.
Which you will learn to live with, Griffiths, otherwise you are out.
And as your earnings have never been better, that would be rather foolish, wouldn't it? Let's go.
Come on, Payne, it must be done.
Right.
Whoa! -Payne.
-I think it's the sewer wall.
Oh, nothing you can't handle.
I used to use one of these when I worked for the council.
This time it's for swinging, not leaning on.
This looks familiar.
-Where are we? -Scrapyard.
I didn't mean that.
I meant, whereabouts on Earth are we? London.
-It didn't change.
-Hmm? I thought you said it was gonna blend into its surroundings.
Oh, she's probably thinking about it.
Come on, let's find out where those signals are coming from.
Oh, neat, Doctor.
-Neat? -Very neat.
I mean, there's nothing at all incongruous about that.
She hasn't done it for a long time.
She's She's out of practice.
-Of course, Doctor.
-Mmm.
Hey, what about the ladder? Leave it.
How far do we have to go? -About a mile.
-A mile in these boots? -Ah, you.
You're not allergic to walking as well, are you? Move.
The boots don't fit me.
And it smells.
I suddenly feel conspicuous.
I'm not surprised in that coat.
It's more a question of having organised a surprise party and forgotten who it's for.
Look, Doctor, since you regenerated, it's as though your memory has been put through the meat grinder.
I mean, it's all there but in a pile of unrelated bits and pieces.
-That's a horrible simile.
-It's true, though.
In the past couple of days you've called me Tegan, Zoe, Susan On one occasion, you even referred to me as Jamie.
Merely slips of the tongue.
I rather think they are slips of the mind.
And while we're about it, who is this Terrible Zodin? I called you Zodin, did I? Oh, well, they don't make villains like her any more.
A woman of rare guile and devilish cunning.
Thanks a lot.
Perhaps you're right, my mind may be playing tricks on me.
You know, I haven't thought about Zodin for years.
Now where? That's it.
It's unoccupied.
-Are you sure this is the right place? -Oh, yes.
I'm a fool.
Of course I am.
That's precisely what I would have done.
-What? -Come on.
Oh! What! I don't want to put the wind up you, but I think we're being followed.
Are you sure? Remember that scuffing sound we heard earlier? I heard it again.
Payne, if we are being followed, deal with them.
Right.
This way! -Look, Susan.
-Peri.
Yeah, well, supposing there really are aliens here on Earth I mean, does it really matter? I mean, they don't all have 10 heads and want to take over the world.
Precisely.
The poor thing may be trapped here, terrified.
If it is, I can do something about it.
That's if you can find the entrance.
-How do we get in? -I'm not sure.
-Well, there still is a way in? -Of course there is.
Somewhere.
-What are you searching for? -The source of the distress signal.
I thought you said it was in the house.
It is, but the source of the signal it's transmitting comes from elsewhere.
I don't understand.
I also detected several weaker signals going into the house.
Our alien is being ultra cautious.
He's bouncing the signal off several relay points around London.
It could take days to find out where it is coming from.
-Giving him plenty of time to move on.
-Hmm.
You are brilliant, Peri.
Absolutely brilliant! If the signal is being relayed to prevent detection, then the house has to be watched.
Otherwise how would the alien know someone had discovered his main transmitter? Exactly.
Let's find our alien before he has time to vanish.
Almost there.
Just got to lock onto his coordinates.
I hope this alien appreciates what we are doing.
I'm sure he will.
Probably sitting there all of a dither, waiting for us to arrive.
This is getting ridiculous.
I'm not saying a word.
I was certain I'd fixed it.
Shh.
Are you sure this is the right place? Doc tor.
-Doctor? -Not now, Peri.
Doctor! -Ah, how do you do, Constable? -He's got a gun.
I'm not blind, Peri.
You look uncomfortable in that hole, let me help you out.
Even I couldn't miss from this range.
Never do such a stupid thing again.
I could have killed you.
-I believe you.
-Don't patronise me.
I wouldn't dare.
You did very well, I'm impressed.
-What happened to the other one? -He's, er, having a little lie-down.
Come on.
There.
Key.
I'm assuming these aren't the real police.
I think you are correct in that assumption.
Thank you.
But why did they try to kill us? The bottom of that pit has been dug out.
I think it leads to the sewers.
Come on.
Come on, Peri.
Payne's taking his time.
He's got lost, no sense of direction.
No sense at all, come to that.
You want me to go back? No.
He'll find us once we start making some noise.
-We've arrived.
-Can I see the map? All right, Griffiths, that wall will have to come down.
-How thick is it? -Less than you.
That's not very kind, Mr Lytton.
Hang on a minute, this is getting stupid.
That wall isn't supposed to be there.
The map, Russell, simply isn't pinpoint accurate.
Oh, great.
Terrific.
-I thought you'd recced all this.
-We're in the right place.
But how do we know that's right? Nothing else is.
Unless you want to throw away £10 million in diamonds, I suggest one of you starts knocking the wall down.
I only hope this is the right direction.
You saw the signs and the scuff marks on the bricks.
-They could have been made at any time.
-No, they're recent.
I have an instinct for these things.
To think this is my first visit to London.
-It is an interesting city.
-I'm sure it's fascinating.
It'd be nice to see the sights like a regular tourist.
Hmm? I think you'll find this route more memorable.
That I believe.
-Still no sign of Payne? -Something's happened to him.
-Hardly.
Hey.
-Someone else want to have a go? -Not particularly.
This is hard work.
There he is.
What's he doing down there? It's not Payne.
It's too big.
Stop that racket.
-What's up? -There's someone in the tunnel.
-Challenge him.
-We can still kill him.
-No.
-What's the matter, lost your bottle? What is it? -Let him have it! -Hold your fire.
-What's your game, Lytton? -Move back! My name is Lytton and I am your prisoner, Cybermen.
-But, Doctor, you said it was gunfire.
-I heard me.
Someone may be hurt, they may need our help.
Come on! Doctor! His neck's been broken.
Well, what did we hear? This hasn't been fired.
-We must fetch the police.
-One moment, I'm thinking.
Look, Doctor, this isn't some deserted planet in the middle of nowhere.
-You don't have to play the Lone Ranger.
-Hmm? Yes.
Yes, you're absolutely right.
But first let's find some hard evidence.
You've got a body here, what more do you want? That's just the victim.
The police will be more interested in the perpetrator of the crime.
This way.
How did you know where to find us? You have a ship hidden on the dark side of the moon.
I tracked your transmissions.
Inform moonbase our signals are being detected.
They must increase the distortion.
You're quite safe.
Earth authorities can't pick up your signals, it's beyond their technology.
-You were capable.
-I am not from Earth.
-So you have said.
-But where do you come from? Vita 15, in the star system 690.
-What is the name of your satellite? -Riften 5.
I have heard of that place.
It is occupied by a race of warriors.
Who fight only for money, Leader.
He is not to be trusted.
-Listen to me.
-You will show respect to the Leader.
I will do more than that, I will serve him.
-Aid you in your cause.
-If that is true, when you become as we are, you will serve the Cyber race well.
Oh, no, as myself.
You forget, Leader, I have been tracking your transmissions, I know why you're here.
He must be destroyed! He says he comes to aid us, yet he carries weapons.
My gun was used in your cause.
I didn't know he was armed.
You should not have brought others.
I brought them as gifts for you to turn into Cybermen.
-He lies, Leader.
-Silence.
There is logic in what he says.
If he had wished our destruction, he could have betrayed our cause -to Earth authorities.
-Precisely.
The Cyber Controller can decide their fate.
Thank you, Leader.
Where will I have the honour of meeting him? If you know of our activities, you will know where he is.
I assume he is still on the planet Telos.
He is.
Stratton, grab the head! The head! -What now? -Run! -Don't do that! -I'm sorry.
-I didn't realise you were so scared.
-I'm not scared, I was thinking.
-What do you want? -Well, I was thinking, too.
You know that man we found back there, do you think the alien killed him? And if he did, how do you think it will respond to us? With gratitude.
After all, I do have the means of getting it off this planet.
I only hope it believes you.
Well, if it doesn't, I shall beat it into submission with my charm.
Come along.
Drop it.
I said, drop it! Unless you want me to open up his throat.
Over there.
Now, who are you? At the moment, suffice to say that this is Peri -and I am known as the Doctor.
-Hi.
-Where did you get this from? -I found it.
Oh, yes? I wasn't aware it was lost.
Put another way, its former owner will have no further use for it.
Turn around.
Hands on the wall! We're safe.
Safe? It was a shambles! -We got away.
-Two of us? How many times have I got to tell you, it takes three to fly the ship.
When are you gonna get that in your thick head? -Now is not the time or place to argue.
-Argue? I could kill you! -Why didn't you grab the head? -I panicked! Stratton, without that head and the third member, we are as much prisoners on Telos as if we'd stayed in the work party! You seem to have sorted them out.
-Wish I had your presence of mind.
-Really? How did you know all that stuff you told them? Perhaps it's true.
You said you came from Fulham.
You know, Griffiths, when I look at you, I often wonder why your ancestors bothered to climb out of the primordial slime.
That sounds like another insult, Mr Lytton.
I don't believe it.
They're working as if nothing had happened.
Why didn't any of them try to escape? They know the situation.
Maybe they know more than us or they got more sense.
Sense? Sense.
You moron! What do you think we've been doing for the last fortnight? We've been mining the planet with high explosive.
When the Cybermen leave, they're going to destroy the surface of Telos and us with it! Let's get out of here before they come and get us.
They won't be coming to get us, they know precisely where we're going.
Cyber Control.
Controller, two of the work party have escaped.
-Who are they? -Stratton and Bates.
That is to be expected.
They will attempt to recapture their ship.
Shall I instruct the flying vessel on its return to remain in orbit? No, it must land.
We need the ship here.
It will also provide the escapees with an incentive.
There will be some scientific value in studying how they attempt to evade their destruction.
-What's this thing? -A sonic lance.
How much longer do we have to maintain this ridiculous posture? -We told you all we know.
Which is more than you have.
Who are you? -Police.
Yeah.
-Can you prove that? -Put your hands back on the wall.
Peri, gun! Sorry about that.
But we weren't getting very far with me playing patty-cake with the wall.
Who are you? I've already told you, I'm known as the Doctor.
I'm also a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous.
-You're bonkers.
-That's debatable.
But I'm also telling the truth.
The question is, are you? -Yes.
-And what are you doing down here? Robbing a diamond merchant's.
I thought the police were supposed to uphold the law.
-Oh, they do.
Most of the time.
-You're beginning to annoy me.
The truth wouldn't make much sense to you.
Try me.
I've had enough of this.
Shoot him, Peri.
-Eh For real? -Yeah, shoot him.
You murder a police officer, you'll get 30 years.
Handful of heartbeats to a Time Lord.
Oh, please tell him what he wants to know.
I'm sure it can't be that important.
I'm here to observe the activities of a white, male suspect known as Lytton.
Lytton! Tall, lean, dark, well spoken, the sort of man who might shoot his mother just to keep his trigger finger supple? It's a more colourful description, but it could be him.
Commander Lytton! -Late of the Dalek task force.
-Dalek? I should have guessed when we were attacked by those uniformed policemen.
-How did you get onto him? -Huh? Oh, there was a raid on an electronics firm, some rather specialised stuff was removed.
I think we know where it went.
Oh, well, you'll be pleased to hear there's a reward.
Just get on with your story.
Well, there was a whisper on the street that the job was down to Lytton.
Only we'd never heard of him.
Just as if he'd come from another planet.
Perhaps he might have.
When we checked, there was no record of his birth, school, driving licence, tax, nothing.
Under normal circumstances, we would have just picked him up.
But you were curious, you wanted to know more about him.
An act we may all live to regret.
Not only is he from another planet but he's also a professional killer.
-There.
-Thank you.
Would you mind? -Where are we going? -Back to the Tardis.
It's a little overcrowded down here.
Lytton, my scouts have located three humanoids in the tunnels.
Perhaps it's the Old Bill.
They'll soon sort out this fancy dress party.
-What does he say? -He implies it could be the police.
-The intruders must be dealt with.
-Yes, Leader.
This time they must not be damaged.
We cannot afford to be wasteful.
Our forces must grow in strength.
Stratton and Bates have been located.
So soon? Then give the order.
It's not going to work, is it? Are you planning to take the place by storm? You wanna stay here? I want to know what we're gonna do when we get to Cyber Control.
First, we have to find another Cyber head.
But why is that thing so important to you? Like you, this planet really depresses me.
-What is it? -A chance to redeem yourself.
You'll be all right.
We'll only get one chance.
I say, are you looking for me? Well, hurry up.
I haven't got all day.
You're mad.
Why didn't you let me use the gun on him? Too risky.
You might have damaged it.
-So, now you have a trophy.
-More than that.
Once you've cleaned it out, you can wear it.
As prisoner and escort, we might just get into Cyber Control.
-I will not wear that thing.
-You've got a better idea? Then get started.
The escapees have destroyed the Cyberscout.
-That is not possible.
-It is a fact, Controller.
They are now proving too resourceful.
Alert the guard.
They must not enter Cyber Control alive.
-These tunnels all look the same to me.
-This is the right way.
-Which way? -Bear left.
-What is it? -Look for yourself.
-What is it? -A Cyberman? Leader, the instruments show time distortion nearby.
Shall I instruct the scouts to investigate? At once.
It's still there.
I saw one of those things earlier.
They must be all over the place.
What are they? A particularly unpleasant alien life form.
-Where are you going? -You want to fight it? -We can at least try.
-What can you do with that? -Shake it up a little.
-Lets go, Doctor, please.
Wait, watch and learn.
A Cyberscout has been destroyed.
The attackers must be found.
Getting a bit rough, is it? Remain silent or you will die.
Transfer the humanoids to our ship and then seal this place.
It must not be discovered.
You and you will come with me.
-At least we can fight them.
-To fight them, we need help.
-We need the army.
-First, we need a plan.
This way.
-Quick, up you go.
-I'm going, I'm going.
-Don't leave the pit till I get there.
-No, Doctor.
-And save your breath for climbing.
-Yes, Doctor.
Sonic lance from Earth? An alien.
That would make sense of the time distortion, Leader.
I can guess who it is, I've been expecting him to return.
He calls himself the Doctor.
-Excellent.
-You know of him? He is an enemy of the Cyborg race.
His capture will serve our term.
More so, the capture of his Tardis.
Cybermen? Come on.
That wasn't here before.
How does this thing work? Sorry.
Careful, there may be others.
Shut the main doors.
-Ah! -Peri, look out! No! -No! No! Destroy her.
-Destroy her at once.
-No, no.
No!
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