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28 February 2011 @ 11:14 pm
Transcript: 4x15 Planet of the Dead (1/2)  
As promised and only a day later than planned. Please let me know of any formatting errors as I was going a little cross-eyed posting this. OK, LJ says it's too large so broken into two posts. Sorry!



EXT. NIGHT, LONDON

After an arial shot of the city, we close-up on the imposing edifice of the International Gallery.

INT. MUSEUM, NIGHT

A golden chalice is surrounded by a high-tech energy field. Armed guards arrive.

GUARD 1:
Positions.

The guards take position at each corner of the field. The HEAD GUARD sets the alarm

HEAD GUARD:
'Night, boys.

A small hole opens at the top of the dome situated directly above the chalice revealing a black-clad figure. The figure then lowers itself by wires headfirst. It switches out the chalice and presses a button on its belt to raise itself. One of the guards turns to see a statue of a cat waving. The figure runs through one of the exhibit halls, stops and removes the balaklava covering it’s face. It is a woman with long black hair. The alarm is raised
and she sighs.


EXT. NIGHT, LONDON ALLEY

She stops when she sees her male accomplice being arrested.

WOMAN:
Sorry, lover.

She runs in the opposite direction and out to a busy street where the police are searching for her. As the detective in charge arrives and seems to be heading in her direction, she jumps on a bus.

INT. BUS, NIGHT

WOMAN:
Hello. I'm so terribly sorry. That card paying device thing, that's a Lobster card, am I right?

DRIVER:
Oyster card.

WOMAN:
Ah, well, that's the problem, you see. I only use my Oyster when there's an R in the month.

DRIVER:
It's April.

Back on the street, the DETECTIVE is directing his men.

DETECTIVE:
Go, go, go!

WOMAN:
(takes off earrings) Diamonds. Genuine. (drops them in his palm) Drive!

DRIVER:
Works for me.

As the woman takes a seat, we see a man from the shins down, walking towards the bus, he boards and swipes his card.

DRIVER:
You're just in time, mate.

The man takes a sit next to the woman and we see it’s the DOCTOR. He holds out a chocolate egg.

DOCTOR:
Hello, I'm the Doctor! Happy Easter!

**********************************************

David Tennant
Michelle Ryan

DOCTOR WHO
“Planet of the Dead”
by Russell T. Davies
And
Gareth Roberts

Producer
Tracie Simpson

Director
James Strong

************************************************

EXT. STREET, NIGHT

The DETECTIVE is directing officers.

DETECTIVE:
Right, close off the area, get all these people cleared. She has got to be here somewhere.

The OFFICER speaks into his radio.

OFFICER:
Robinson, clear the road. Get the whole place sealed off!

As he turns around, the DETECTIVE sees the woman on the bus.

DETECTIVE:
She's on the bus! She's on the... Come on! Get the car! It's definitely her. Come on, move it! (runs to the car and gets in) Jackson, follow that bus!

Sirens on, the police cars follow the bus.

INT. BUS, NIGHT

The DOCTOR is talking to the woman.

DOCTOR:
Funny thing is, I don't often do Easter. I can never find it, it's always at a different time. Although I remember the original. Between you and me, what really happened was...

There is a beeping sound and the DOCTOR hands the woman the chocolate egg as he reaches into his pocket.

DOCTOR:
Oh, sorry, hold on to that for me. Actually, go on, have it, finish it. It's full of sugar and I'm determined to keep these teeth. (bares his teeth then pulls a gadget from his pocket) Ah! Oh, we've got excitation! (shakes it, garnering strange looks from another passenger) I'm picking up something very strange.

WOMAN:
I know the feeling. (looks out the window)

EXT. STREET, NIGHT

The police are in pursuit of the bus.

DETECTIVE: (into radio)
All units in pursuit, registration Whisky nine seven four, Golf Hotel Mike. They're heading for the Gladwell Road Tunnel. Please stop all traffic. Seal off the North End.

The bus enters the tunnel.

INT. TRAFFIC DEPARTMENT

A FEMALE OFFICER is watching the bus on a monitor.

FEMALE OFFICER:
The bus has entered the south entrance of the tunnel.

EXT. STREET, NIGHT

The police are in pursuit of the bus.

FEMALE OFFICER: (over radio)
Officers in pursuit. Units now arriving at the North entrance.

A group of police cars pull up, blacking the tunnel. A uniformed OFFICER steps from the car and speaks into his radio.

OFFICER:
Tango 183 at the far end, sir. I've sealed off the exit. There's no way out, over.

INT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

The DETECTIVE’s car is following the bus.

DETECTIVE:
I'm right behind. We've got her!

INT. BUS, NIGHT

The DOCTOR is talking to the woman but she is ignoring him.

DOCTOR:
Rhondium particles, that's what I'm looking for. This thing detects them. (taps gadget) The little dish should go round, that little dish there...

WOMAN:
Right now, a way out would come in pretty handy. Can you detect me one of those?

One of the passengers, BLACK WOMAN, looks at her husband.

BLACK WOMAN:
Lou, can you hear them?

LOU:
Hear what, sweetheart?

BLACK WOMAN:
The voices. So many voices. Calling to us. Calling so far.

DOCTOR:
Oh, the little dish is going round!

WOMAN:
Fascinating.

DOCTOR:
And round. Whoa... (the dish spins faster until part of the gadget explodes)

A FEMALE PASSENGER looks at him.

FEMALE PASSENGER:
Excuse me. Do you mind?

DOCTOR:
(stands) Sorry. That was my little dish.

WOMAN:
Can't you turn that thing off?

DOCTOR:
(turns back) What was your name?

WOMAN:
Christina.

DOCTOR:
Christina, hold on tight. (sits next to CHRISTINA and grabs the handle) Everyone, hold on!

The bus lurches and shakes and the passengers scream as they jerk forwards. The Doctor falls to the floor.

BLACK WOMAN:
The voices! Oh, the voices, they're screaming!

One of the windows shatters and sparks fly from the overhead wires. A YOUNG MAN falls down the stairs from the upper deck.

YOUNG MAN:
What's going on?!

There is a blinding light and more windows shatter. The DOCTOR moves forwards to the driver.

EXT. STREET, NIGHT

More police have arrived to blockade the tunnel.

OFFICER: (into radio)
Tango 183. Units in position, sir. Uh, sorry to report, but, er, no sign of the bus. Over.

INT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

The DETECTIVE is standing in the middle of the tunnel.

DETECTIVE:
It's gone. Right in front of me. The bus has just... gone.

EXT. STREET, NIGHT

DETECTIVE: (over radio)
Over.

INT. BUS, DAY

The DOCTOR gets up off the floor and looks around. Sunlight is streaming through the windows. He walks to the door, opens it and looks out onto a desert.

DOCTOR:
End of the line. (steps out) Call it a hunch, but I think we've gone a little bit further than Brixton.


CHRISTINA and the other passengers follow him. The top deck of the bus is crushed and smoke is wafting from it. There is nothing else around them.

INT. ??

The bus and its passengers appear on a screen. A pincer taps the screen and we hear chittering

INT. BUS, DAY

LOU:
We should get out! Even if that's the Sahara, we can't stay on board this thing.

BLACK WOMAN:
I'm not going out there! They're still calling. All around us. The voices are crying.

LOU:
What voices, sweetheart?

BLACK WOMAN:
The Dead... We're surrounded by the Dead.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

The DOCTOR, practically lying on the ground, lets the sand sift through his fingers.

FEMALE PASSENGER:
That's impossible. There are three suns. Three of them!

BLACK YOUTH:
Like when all those planets were up in the sky!

YOUNG MAN:
But it was Earth that moved back then, wasn't it?

BLACK YOUTH:
Oh, man, we're on another world!

DRIVER:
It's still intact, though! Not as bad as it looks. The chassis's still holding together. Oh, my boss is gonna murder me!

FEMALE PASSENGER:
Can you still drive it?

DRIVER:
Oh, no, the wheels are stuck. Look at them, they're never gonna budge.

EXT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

The DECTIVE approaches the OFFICER.

DETECTIVE:
Dennison, listen. We've sealed off the far end, nothing is to come through.

DENNISON:
But I don't understand, sir. How can a bus just disappear?

EXT. DESERT, DAY

CHRISTINA has taken off her jacket and is wearing a black short-sleeve top. She puts on a pair of sunglasses.

CHRISTINA:
Ready for every emergency.

The DOCTOR looks up at her, removes his glasses and uses the sonic screwdriver on them. He then puts them back on, now tinted.

DOCTOR:
Me too! (continues to examine the sand)

CHRISTINA:
And what's your name?

DOCTOR:
I'm the Doctor.

CHRISTINA:
Name, not rank.

DOCTOR:
The Doctor.

CHRISTINA:
Surname?

DOCTOR:
The Doctor.

CHRISTINA:
You're called 'the Doctor'?

DOCTOR:
Yes, I am.

CHRISTINA:
That's not a name, that's a psychological condition.

DOCTOR:
Funny sort of sand, this. There's a trace of something else. (puts some on the tip of his tongue to taste it) Ack.Eurgh. Blah, that's not good.

CHRISTINA:
Well, it wouldn't be, it's sand.

DOCTOR:
No, it tastes like...(stands) Never mind.

CHRISTINA:
What is it, what's wrong?

The other passengers come over, the BLACK YOUTH pointing at the DOCTOR.

BLACK YOUTH:
Hold on a minute, I saw you, mate! You had that thing, that machine. Did you make this happen?

DOCTOR:
Oh, humans on buses, always blaming me. If you must know, I was tracking a hole in the fabric of reality. Call it a hobby. But it was a tiny little hole, no danger to anyone. Suddenly it gets big, and we drive right through it.

DRIVER:
But then where is it? There's nothing, there's just sand!

DOCTOR:
All right. If you want proof, (reaches down and picks up some sand) we drove through this.

The DOCTOR throws the sand at the space behind the bus, revealing a swirling vortex which soon disappears.

EXT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

The vortex appears briefly at the mouth of the tunnel

DETECTIVE:
What the hell was that?

EXT. DESERT, DAY

CHRISTINA:
And that's?

DOCTOR:
A door. A door in space.

DRIVER:
So what you're saying is, on the other side of that is home? We can get to London through there?

DOCTOR:
The bus came through, but we can't.

DRIVER:
(looks at the others) Well, then what are we waiting for?

DOCTOR:
Oh, no, don't.

DRIVER:
(heads for the portal) I'm going home, mate!

DOCTOR:
I said don't!

The DRIVER hits the portal and screams as his body catches fire.

EXT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

The body of the DRIVER, now a skeleton, continues its forward momentum, crumbling to the ground the moment it is through. The DETECTIVE and the police are stunned.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

BLACK YOUTH:
He was a skeleton, man! He was bones, just bones!

EXT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

The DETECTIVE looks at the still-smoking bones.

DETECTIVE:
Dennison, uh... I think we're out of our depth here. We need experts. (into radio) Get me UNIT. Emergency Code One!

EXT. DESERT, DAY

DOCTOR:
(walks back to the bus) It was the bus. Look at the damage, that was the bus protecting us. Great big box of metal.

CHRISTINA:
Rather like a Faraday cage?

The YOUNG MAN is comforting the FEMALE PASSENGER.

YOUNG MAN:
Like in a thunderstorm, yeah? Safest place is inside a car, cos the metal conducts the lightning right through. We did it in school.

CHRISTINA:
But if we can only travel back inside the bus... A Faraday cage needs to be closed. That thing's been ripped wide open.

DOCTOR:
Slightly different dynamics with a wormhole. There's enough metal to make it work, I think. I hope.

CHRISTINA:
Then we have to drive five tonnes of bus, which is currently buried in the sand, and we've got nothing but our bare hands. Correct?

DOCTOR:
I'd say nine and a half tonners, but the point still stands, yes.

CHRISTINA:
Then we need to apply ourselves to the problem with discipline! Which starts with appointing a leader.

DOCTOR:
Yes, at last, thank you, so...

CHRISTINA:
Well, thank goodness you've got me! Everyone do exactly as I say! Inside the bus immediately!

YOUNG MAN:
Is it safe in there?

CHRISTINA:
I don't think anything's safe any more, but if it's a choice between baking in there or roasting out here, I'd say baking is slower. Come on! All of you. Right now! And you. 'The Doctor'.

DOCTOR:
Yes, ma'am.

CHRISTINA:
Up! Come on!

INT. BUS, DAY

CHRISTINA:
Point five, the crucial thing is, do not panic. Quite apart from anything else, the smell of sweat inside this thing is reaching atrocious levels. We don't need to add any more. Point six. Team identification. Names. I'm Christina, this man is apparently 'the Doctor'.

DOCTOR:
Hello.

CHRISTINA:
And you?

YOUNG MAN:
(waves) Nathan.

BLACK YOUTH:
I'm Barclay.

FEMALE PASSENGER:
Angela, Angela Whittaker.

LOU:
My name's Louis, everyone calls me Lou, and this is Carmen.

CHRISTINA:
Excellent. Memorise those names. There might be a test. Point seven, assessment and application of knowledge. Over to you, the Doctor.

DOCTOR:
I thought you were in charge.

CHRISTINA:
I am. And a good leader utilises her strength. You seem to be the brainbox. So, start boxing.

DOCTOR:
(sits on the back of his seat) Right. So, the wormhole. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was just an accident.

CARMEN:
No, it wasn't. That thing, the doorway. Someone made it. For a reason.

DOCTOR:
How do you know?

LOU:
She's got a gift. Ever since she was a little girl, she can just... tell things. We do the lottery, twice a week.

CHRISTINA:
You don't look like millionaires.

LOU:
No, but we win ten pounds. Every week, twice a week, ten pounds. Don't tell me that's not a gift!

DOCTOR:
(hides his hand behind his back, showing three fingers) Tell me, Carmen. How many fingers am I holding up?

CARMEN:
Three.

The DOCTOR adds another finger.

CARMEN:
Four.

DOCTOR:
Very good! Low level psychic ability, exacerbated by an alien sun. (sits down across from her) What can you see, Carmen? Tell me. What's out there?

CARMEN:
Something... Something is coming. Riding on the wind. And shining.

DOCTOR:
What is it?

CARMEN:
Death. Death is coming.

ANGELA:
(weeping) We're going to die.

BARCLAY:
I knew it, man, I said so.

NATHAN:
We can't die out here. No-one's gonna find us.

(The passengers’ voices begin to overlap)

CHRISTINA:
This isn't exactly helping.

BARCLAY:
Shut up, we're not your soldiers.

NATHAN:
It's not doing any good...

LOU:
You’re upsetting her, be quiet.

NATHAN:
Will we be bones, like the bus driver?!

CHRISTINA:
Stop whimpering, all of you!

DOCTOR:
All right now. Stop it, everyone, stop it!

The arguing stops and the only sound is ANGELA crying. The DOCTOR stands in front of her and grips her shoulders.

DOCTOR:
Angela, look at me. Angela, Angela, answer me one question, Angela. That's it, at me, at me. (she stops crying and looks at him) There we go, Angela, just answer me one thing. When you got on this bus, where were you going?

ANGELA:
Doesn't matter now, does it?

DOCTOR:
Answer the question.

ANGELA:
Just home.

DOCTOR:
And what's home?

ANGELA:
Me, and Mike and Suzanne, that's my daughter. She's 18.

DOCTOR:
Suzanne. Good. (sits and looks at BARCLAY) What about you?

BARCLAY:
Dunno. Going round Tina's.

DOCTOR:
Who’s Tina? Your girlfriend?

BARCLAY:
Not yet. (gives a small smile)

DOCTOR:
Good boy. What about you, Nathan?

NATHAN:
Bit strapped for cash, I lost my job last week. I was gonna stay in. Watch TV.

DOCTOR:
Brilliant. And you two?

LOU:
I was going to cook.

CARMEN:
It's his turn tonight. Then I clear up.

DOCTOR:
What's for tea?

LOU:
Chops. Nice couple of chops and gravy. Nothing special.

DOCTOR:
Oh, that's special, Lou. That is so special. Chops and gravy. Mmm! What about you, Christina?

CHRISTINA:
I was going... so far away.

DOCTOR:
Far away. Chops and gravy. Watching TV. Mike and Suzanne and poor old Tina.

BARCLAY:
Hey!

DOCTOR:
Just think of them. ‘Cos that planet out there, all three suns and wormholes and alien sand, that planet is nothing. You hear me? Nothing compared to all those things waiting for you. Food and home and people. Hold on to that. Cos we're gonna get there. I promise. I'm gonna get you home.

EXT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

A small convoy of trucks and cars advances towards the tunnel as UNIT arrives to take charge of the situation.

SOLDIER 1:
Section One, assume position! Section Two, assume position!

SOLDIER 2:
Section Three, assume position!

SOLDIER 3:
Section Four, assume position!

The soldiers take up position in front of the tunnel, rifles aimed at the mouth. Two more take the tarp off a machine gun mounted on the bed of a truck.

SOLDIER 1:
Spread out!

SOLDIER 2:
Take basic intervention mode!

A FEMALE OFFICER steps out from one of the cars.

FEMALE OFFICER:
Isolate the area!

SOLDIER 1:
Yes, ma'am. (leaves)

FEMALE OFFICER:
Establish an exclusion zone. Any media, move them back. Any trouble, arrest them.

SOLDIER 2:
Yes, Ma'am. (leaves)

FEMALE OFFICER:
I want the vehicles in the standard Procedure Five layout. All outreach officers will report to me via Sergeant Calhoon, is that understood?

SOLDIER 3:
Yes, Ma'am. (leaves)

DETECTIVE:
Captain, I'm Detective Inspector McMillan.

CAPTAIN:
Clear the area, thank you.

McMILLAN:
Yes, but I was here when the... thing... the bus, with the...

CAPTAIN:
I've read the report. Now clear the area! Pandovski, get these men out of the zone.

McMILLAN:
(is stopped by the soldiers) There's somebody on that bus... She's mine!

SOLDIER:
Just move back, sir.

McMILLAN:
All right.

The CAPTAIN comes to stand behind the soldiers.

CAPTAIN:
Perimeter guard, stand ready. Stay alert. Any hostile activity, shoot to kill.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

BARCLAY and NATHAN come out of the bus holding seat cushions. The DOCTOR meets them.

DOCTOR:
Here we go! That's my boys! We lay a flat surface between the bus and the wormhole, like duckboards, and reverse into it!

CHRISTINA:
Let some air out of the tyres, just a little bit. Spreads the weight of the bus, gives you more grip.

DOCTOR:
Oh, that's good!

CHRISTINA:
Holidays in the Kalahari.

BARCLAY:
Yeah, but those wheels go deep.

CHRISTINA:
Then start digging.

BARCLAY:
With what?

CHRISTINA:
With this. (reaches into her bag and pulls out a folding shovel)

The DOCTOR takes it, opens it and then hands it to BARCLAY.


DOCTOR:
Got anything else in there?

CHRISTINA:
Try that, might help with the seats. (hands NATHAN a small axe)

NATHAN:
Thanks! (takes axe and heads back to the bus)

ANGELA:(inside the bus)
I can't find the keys.

DOCTOR:
(runs to the door) Buses don't have keys. There's a master switch, one button for start, the other one for stop, yeah?

INT. BUS, DAY

ANGELA is in the driver’s seat.

ANGELA:
Right. Hold on, oh, I've got it. (flicks a switch) Here we go, hold tight, ding ding!

She presses the start button but the engine only splutters and dies.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

DOCTOR:
Oh, that doesn't sound too good. (takes a look at the engine) Oh! Never mind losing half the top deck, you know what's worse? Sand. Tiny little grains of sand. The engine's clogged up.

CHRISTINA walks around to where BARCLAY and NATHAN are working on the wheels.

CHRISTINA:
Anyone know mechanics?

BARCLAY:
Me! (stands) I did a two-week NVQ at the garage. Never finished it, but...

DOCTOR:
Off you go then, try stripping the air filter, fast as you can. Back in two ticks.

The DOCTOR heads towards the dunes as BARCLAY goes to look at the engine.

CHRISTINA:
Wait a minute! (follows the DOCTOR) You're the man with all the answers. I'm not letting you out of my sight.

INT. ??

The same creature watches the DOCTOR and CHRISTINA as they walk through the sand.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

The DOCTOR and CHRISTINA are in the middle of the desert, out of sight from the bus.

DOCTOR:
Easier if you left that backpack behind.

CHRISTINA:
Where I go, it goes.

DOCTOR:
A backpack with a spade and an axe. Christina, who's going so far away, and yet scared by the sound of a siren. Who are you?

CHRISTINA:
You can talk. Let's just say we're two equal mysteries.

DOCTOR:
We’d make quite a couple.

CHRISTINA:
We don't make any sort of couple, thank you very much. Come on then. Tell me. If Carmen's right, if that wormhole's not an accident, then what is it? Has someone done this on purpose?

They stop walking.

DOCTOR:
I don't know. But every single instinct of mine is telling me to get off this planet, right now.

CHRISTINA:
And do you think we can?

DOCTOR:
I live in hope.

CHRISTINA:
That must be nice. It's Christina de Souza. (holds out her hand) To be precise, Lady Christina de Souza.

DOCTOR:
(shakes her hand) Ooh, that's handy. Cos I'm a Lord.

CHRISTINA:
Seriously? The Lord of where?

DOCTOR:
It's quite a big estate.

CHRISTINA:
No, but there's something more about you. That device you were carrying, and the wormhole. Like you knew. And the way you stride around this place, like...

DOCTOR:
Like?

CHRISTINA:
Like you're not quite...

DOCTOR:
Anyway! Come on! Allons-y! (continues on)

CHRISTINA:
(follows) Oui, mais pas si nous allons vers un cauchemar. (Yes, but not if we go towards a nightmare)

DOCTOR:
(laughs) Oh, we were made for each other!

They stop on a high dune and look to the horizon.

DOCTOR:
Ah. Don't like the look of that.

CHRISTINA:
(shades her eyes) Storm clouds. Must be hundreds of miles away.

DOCTOR:
Getting closer.

CHRISTINA:
If that's a sand storm, we'll get ripped to shreds.

DOCTOR:
It's a storm. Who says it's sand?

They run back.

INT. BUS, DAY

CARMEN is sitting next to LOU, her eyes closed.

CARMEN:
Closer... and closer and closer...

The DOCTOR gets on the bus followed by CHRISTINA and BARCLAY.

DOCTOR:
Where is it?

BARCLAY:
There, there on the seat.

The DOCTOR picks up BARCLAY’S mobile and using the sonic screwdriver on it.

CHRISTINA:
You're hardly going to get a signal, we're on another planet!

DOCTOR:
Oh, just watch me. Right, now, bit of hush, thank you. Gotta remember the number, very important number. (dials)

MAN: (over phone)
Hello, Pizza Geronimo?

DOCTOR:
(disconnects and redials) And again! Ah! seven-six, not six-seven...

MAN: (over phone)
This is the Unified Intelligence Taskforce. Please select one of the following four options.

DOCTOR:
Oh, I hate these things!

ANGELA:
No, if you keep your finger pressed on zero, you get through to a real person. I saw it on Watchdog!

DOCTOR:
Thank you, Angela! (sits)

WOMAN: (over phone)
UNIT helpline, which department would you like?

DOCTOR:
Listen, it's the Doctor! It's me!

EXT. TUNNEL, NIGHT

A SOLDIER approaches the CAPTAIN with a mobile.

SOLDIER:
Captain! Urgent call, ma'am, relayed direct from HQ.

CAPTAIN:
Who is it?

SOLDIER:
It’s him, ma’am. It's the Doctor.

The CAPTAIN takes the phone.

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH –

- CUT TO:

INT. BUS, DAY

The DOCTOR listening to the CAPTAIN on speaker.

CAPTAIN:
Doctor. This is Captain Erisa Magambo. (salutes) Might I say, sir, it's an honour.

DOCTOR:
Did you just salute?

ERISA:
No.

DOCTOR:
Erisa, it's about the bus. HQ said you're at the tunnel, yeah?

ERISA:
And where are you?

DOCTOR:
I'm on the bus. But apart from that, not a clue, (looks out window) except it's very pretty and pretty dangerous.

ERISA:
A body came through here. Have you sustained any more fatalities?

DOCTOR:
No, and we’re not going to. But I'm stuck. I haven't got the Tardis, and I need to analyse that wormhole.

ERISA:
We have a scientific advisor on site, Dr Malcolm Taylor.

-CUT TO:

INT. MOBILE PHYSICS LAB, NIGHT

Inside surrounded by electronic equipment is MALCOLM, an older man wearing large glasses and a lab coat.

ERISA: (v.o.)
Just the man you need, he's a genius.

DOCTOR: (v.o.)
Oh, is he? We'll see about that.

ERISA enters the lab, shutting the door behind her.

ERISA:
Here's the Doctor.

MALCOLM:
No, I'm all right now, thanks. It was just a bit of a sore throat, although I've got to be honest, a cup of tea might be nice.

ERISA:
(holds out the phone) It's THE Doctor.

MALCOLM:
Do you mean... “the Doctor” Doctor?!

On the bus, the DOCTOR can hear their conversation.

ERISA:
I know. We all want to meet him one day, but we all know what that day will bring.

DOCTOR: (v.o.)
I can hear everything you're saying.

MALCOLM is incredulous at the DOCTOR’S voice.

MALCOLM:
Hello, Doctor? Oh, my goodness!

DOCTOR:
Yes, I am. Hello, Malcolm!

MALCOLM:
(chuckles) The Doctor! Cor blimey. I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you! I mean, I've read all the files!

DOCTOR:
Really? What was your favourite, the giant robot? No, no hold on, let's sort out that wormhole. 'Scuse me.

(moves to the front of the bus)


ERISA:
On speakerphone, please. I don't want anyone keeping secrets.

The DOCTOR is sitting in the driver’s seat. CHRISTINA stands behind him, listening.

DOCTOR:
Malcolm, something's not making sense here. I've got a storm and a wormhole, and I can't help thinking there's a connection. I need a complete full-range analysis of that wormhole, the whole thing.

MALCOLM:
I've probably got the wrong idea, but I've wired up an integrator. I thought it could measure the energy signature.

DOCTOR:
No, that'll never work. Just listen to me.

MALCOLM:
It's quite extraordinary, though! I'm measuring an oscillation of 15 Malcolms per second.

DOCTOR:
Fifteen what?

MALCOLM:
Fifteen Malcolms. It's my own little term. A wavelength parcel of ten kilohertz operating in four dimensions equals one Malcolm.

DOCTOR:
You named a unit of measurement after yourself?

MALCOLM:
It didn't do Mr Watt any harm. Furthermore, 100 Malcolms equals a Bernard.

DOCTOR:
And who's that, your dad?

MALCOLM:
Don't be ridiculous, that's Quatermass.

DOCTOR:
Right. Fine. But before I die of old age, which in my case would be quite an achievement, so congratulations on that, is there anyone else I can talk to?

MALCOLM:
No, no, no, no, but listen! I set the scanner to register what it can't detect and inverted the image.

DOCTOR:
You did what?

MALCOLM:
Is that wrong?

DOCTOR:
No, Malcolm, that's brilliant! So you can actually measure the wormhole. OK, I admit, that is genius!

MALCOLM:
The Doctor called me a genius.

ERISA:
I know, I heard.

DOCTOR:
Now, run a capacity scan. I need a full report. Call me back when you've done it. And Malcolm? You're my new best friend.

MALCOLM:
And you're mine too, sir.

The DOCTOR ends the call.

DOCTOR:
Barclay, I'm holding on to this. (goes out the door)

BARCLAY:
Then you'd better bring it back!

As the DOCTOR and CHRISTINA leave the bus, NATHAN is still digging out the tires.

INT. MOBILE PHYSICS LAB, NIGHT

MALCOLM:
You're mine... He's gone. He's gone.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

The DOCTOR and CHRISTINA walk through the desert.

INT. ??

The same creature watches the DOCTOR and CHRISTINA as they walk through the sand.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

DOCTOR:
Send this back to Earth, see if Malcolm can analyse the storm. (holds up BARCLAY’S phone)

CHRISTINA:
There's something in those clouds, something shining. Look...

DOCTOR:
Like metal...(takes a picture)

CHRISTINA:
Why would there be metal in a storm?

INT. BUS, DAY

CARMEN:
So fast and strong, they ride the storm. They are the storm.

LOU:
But what are they?

CARMEN:
They devour.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

While the DOCTOR is taking photos, CHRISTINA hears chirruping.

CHRISTINA:
Did you hear something?

DOCTOR:
Hold on. Busy.

CHRISTINA:
There was a noise, like a sort of... (she looks around)

We then see the DOCTOR and CHRISTINA as if viewed through an insect’s eyes

CHRISTINA:
Doctor...

CHRISTINA has seen the insectoid creature watching them.

INT. BUS, DAY

CARMEN:
There's something new.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

The creature approaches them, a weapon in its hand, and speaks. This is the creature that has been watching them. The DOCTOR answers in its language.

DOCTOR:
That's ‘wait’. I shout ‘wait’, people usually wait.

CHRISTINA:
You speak the language?

DOCTOR:
Every language.

The DOCTOR and the creature speak.

DOCTOR:
That's begging for mercy.

It motions with its gun.

CHRISTINA:
That means 'move.'

DOCTOR:
Ooh! You're learning.

The creature marches them off in front of it.

CHRISTINA:
These fly things, they must be responsible. They brought us here.

They arrive at the creature’s crashed ship.

DOCTOR:
No, no, no, no, no! Look at the ship, it's a wreck. They crashed, just like us.

INT. ALIEN SHIP, CONTROL ROOM, DAY

The interior of the ship looks like they have been trying to make repairs, wires and electronics exposed.

CHRISTINA:
But this place is freezing!

DOCTOR:
The hull's made of Photafine steel. Turns cold when it's hot. Boiling desert outside, freezing ship inside. Since I met you, Christina, we've been through all the extremes!

CHRISTINA:
That's how I like things. Extreme.

DOCTOR:
Oh, this is beautiful! Intact, it must have been magnificent. A proper streamlined deep-spacer!

CHRISTINA:
I'll remember that as I'm being slowly tortured. At least I'm bleeding on the floor of a really well-designed spaceship!

A second creature joins them and touches a device attached to his clothes.

DOCTOR:
Oh, right, good, yes, hello! That's a telepathic translator. He can understand us.

CHRISTINA:
Still sounds like gibberish to me.

DOCTOR:
That's what I said, he can understand us. Doesn't work the other way round. (translates) "You will suffer for your crimes.” Et cetera. “You have committed an act of violence against the Tritovore race." Tritovores, they're called Tritovores. "You came here in the 200 to destroy us." Sorry, what's the 200?

CHRISTINA:
It's the bus. Number 200, they mean the bus.

DOCTOR:
Oh! No, look, I think you're making the same mistake Christina did. I'm the Doctor, by the way, and this is Christina, the Honourable Lady Christina, at least I hope she's honourable! But we got pulled through that wormhole. The 200 doesn't look like that normally. It's broken, just the same as you.

The Tritovores talk to each other. They lower their guns.

CHRISTINA:
What are they doing?

DOCTOR:
They believe me.

CHRISTINA:
What, as simple as that?

DOCTOR:
I've got a very honest face. And the translator says I'm telling the truth. Plus, the face. Right! So, first things first, there's a very strange storm heading our way, can you send out a probe?

The DOCTOR makes his way to a control panel, followed by the Tritovore with the translator who speaks to him.



DOCTOR:
Ah, they've lost power. Hmm, the crash knocked the mainline crystallography out of synch. But if I can jiggle it back... (his kicks the panel and the power comes back on) I thank you! (the Tritovore chitters) Yes, I am! Frequently. Okey-doke, let's launch that probe.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

The probe flies out from the ship and into the sky.

INT. ALIEN SHIP, CONTROL ROOM, DAY

The DOCTOR and CHRISTINA watch the picture sent back from the probe as a hologram projection.

DOCTOR:
The Scorpion Nebula. We're on the other side of the universe. Just what you wanted, so far away. (the probe zooms in) The planet of San Helios.

CHRISTINA:
And that's us? We're on another world.

DOCTOR:
We have been for quite a while.

CHRISTINA:
I know, but seeing it like that...

DOCTOR:
It's good, isn't it?

CHRISTINA:
Wonderful.

The Tritovores tell their story.

DOCTOR:
The Tritovores were going to trade with San Helios. Population of one hundred billion. Plenty of waste matter for them to absorb.

CHRISTINA:
By waste matter, you mean?

DOCTOR:
They feed off what others leave behind. From their... behind, if you see what I mean. It's perfectly natural. They are flies.

CHRISTINA:
Charming. Just remind me never to kiss them.

The projection now shows a thriving city with trees and green parks.

DOCTOR:
San Helios City.

CHRISTINA:
That's amazing. But you've seen this sort of thing before, haven't you?

DOCTOR:
Thousands of times.

CHRISTINA:
That Lordship of yours... The Lord of where, exactly?

DOCTOR:
Of Time. I come from a race of people called Time Lords.

CHRISTINA:
You're an alien?

DOCTOR:
Yeah. But you don't have to kiss me either.

CHRISTINA:
You look human.

DOCTOR:
You look Time Lord. Anyway!

CHRISTINA:
So if that's San Helios, all we need to do is find that city. They can help us!

DOCTOR:
I don't think it's that simple. (the projection changes to the desert) We're in the city right now.

CHRISTINA:
But it's sand! That first image, the temples and things, what's that, then? Ancient history?

One of the Tritovores chirrups.

DOCTOR:
The image was taken last year.

CHRISTINA:
It became a desert in one year?

DOCTOR:
(bends over) I said there was something in the sand. (sand falls through his fingers) The city, the oceans, the mountains, the wildlife and 100 billion people, turned to sand. All those voices in Carmen's head. She's hearing them die.

CHRISTINA:
But I've got sand in my hair. That's dead people! Oh, that's disgusting! Oh!

DOCTOR:
Something destroyed the whole of San Helois.

CHRISTINA:
Yes, but in my hair!

The mobile rings and the DOCTOR pulls it from his pocket.

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH –

- CUT TO:

INT. MOBILE PHYSICS LAB, NIGHT

MALCOLM is sitting in his chair and has the DOCTOR on speakerphone. ERISA is there as well.

DOCTOR:
Malcolm! Tell me the bad news!

MALCOM:
Oh, you are clever! It is bad news! It's the wormhole, Doctor, it's getting bigger! We've gone way past 100 Bernards, I haven't invented a name for that.

DOCTOR:
How can it get bigger by itself?

MALCOLM:
Well, that's why I'm phoning! You'll work it out, if I know you, sir.

ERISA:
Doctor, we estimate the circumference of your invisible wormhole is now four miles, heading upwards. I've grounded all flights above London. We can't risk anyone else falling through.

DOCTOR:
Good work, both of you.

ERISA:
But I have to know. Does that wormhole constitute a danger to this planet?

The phone beeps and the DOCTOR looks at it.

DOCTOR:
Oh, sorry, call waiting, gotta go. (switches off)

INT. MOBILE PHYSICS LAB, NIGHT

ERISA:
Call waiting?!

MALCOLM:
He's a devil, that one!

INT. ALIEN SHIP, CONTROL ROOM, DAY

The DOCTOR switches calls.

DOCTOR:
Yep?

CONTINUED, INTERCUT WITH –

- CUT TO:

INT. BUS, DAY

The five are sitting on the seats, BARCLAY comforting ANGELA.

NATHAN:
Doctor, it's Nathan. We got those duckboard things down, but...

ANGELA:
It's my fault.

NATHAN:
No, it's not, don't say that.

DOCTOR:
Why, what’s happened?

NATHAN:
We kept on turning the engine, but... We're out of petrol. Used it all up. Even if we can get those wheels out...This bus is never going to move.

The DOCTOR lowers the phone

CHRISTINA:
What is it, what's wrong? Doctor, tell me.

NATHAN:
You promised you'd get us home. Doctor? Are you still there?

CHRISTINA:
Doctor, tell me, what did he say?

A beeping comes from one of the monitors and the Tritovores chirrup excitedly.

DOCTOR:
It's the probe. It's reached the storm.

CHRISTINA:
And what's he saying?

DOCTOR:
It's not a storm.

EXT. DESERT, DAY

The probe flies through a mass of creatures that look like flying manta rays sending video back to the ship.

INT. ALIEN SHIP, CONTROL ROOM, DAY

The DOCTOR and CHRISTINA stand

CHRISTINA:
It's a swarm. Millions of them.

DOCTOR:
Billions.

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Christine D.: amy rory happy relief hug doctor whosnowflakie06 on March 1st, 2011 04:19 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I can't believe how many transcripts you've done in what feels like such a short amount of time. I still haven't finished even one episode from the fourth series of The Sarah Jane Adventures using the subtitles *headdesk*

And I'll let you know if I find any formatting problems/typos but so far I haven't noticed anything :)
jpgr: DW 10 Hee anijpgr on March 1st, 2011 04:26 am (UTC)
You pounced awfully quick! :) I'm glad you enjoy.
Christine D.: ten smile writing doctor whosnowflakie06 on March 1st, 2011 04:28 am (UTC)
Haha yep, as soon as I saw it on my f-list I was like GIMME! XD
her heaven is never enough: doctor who - bow ties r cool_lyra_b on March 1st, 2011 03:00 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! I truly appreciate all your work in putting these together.
jpgr: DW 9 10 11jpgr on March 1st, 2011 04:14 pm (UTC)
You're welcome! I'll take a few days off then make a start on "Mars". Keep watching this space :)