An Adventure in Space and Time Page #4

What's happening to the doors?

It moves. The TARDIS can go

anywhere.

TARDIS? I don't know what

you mean, Susan.

I made up TARDIS from the initials.

Time And Relative Dimensions

In Space.

I thought you'd both realise

when you came inside

and saw the different

dimensions from outside.

What's... What's happening to

the bloody doors?

A thing that looks like a police

box, stuck in a junk yard,

can move anywhere in time and space?

Oh, Susan, don't be ridiculous!

Oh, Christ,

stiff as Scotchman's wallet!

But you are one of us.

You look like us.

You sound like us.

I was born in the 49th century.

Oh...

Covers! Get the covers!

Everybody out.

Am I on yet?

Anyone?

I've done me teeth.

Wish I knew what bloody

dimension I was in.

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone?

TV:
No, my child, we both know

we cannot let our secret loose

into the world

of the 20th century.

But you can't keep them

prisoner here!

He can't keep us prisoners anywhere.

I cannot let you go, schoolteacher.

Whether you believe what you have

been told is of no importance.

You and your companion would be

footprints in a time

we were not supposed to walk.

If I have to use force to get

out of here, I will, you know.

Maybe we've stumbled on something

beyond our understanding.

Oh, why did you come here, why?!

Grandfather, no!

No, you don't!

Oh, stop it! Let him go!

Let me go!

Let's go to lunch.

Not hungry?

Don't seem to have much of

an appetite.

Not surprised.

I should fire the pair of you.

Right. Take out the reference to

the future time they've come from.

The 49th Century? Too specific.

It's Doctor Who, remember.

And the old guy's too nasty.

He should be cuter. Funnier.

And the kid needs to be cheeky too.

Like a regular teenager.

Did you like any of it?

Not much. Hate the opening titles.

You're joking?

Too weird. It's sensational!

Just because it's new.

Hey! Hey! I like new.

I do new, remember?!

It's too scary for the kids.

I-I thought we were trying

to scare them.

Scare them, not traumatise them!

Change it.

Over my dead body.

It can be arranged.

It'll cost. And they'll crucify me

for it.

What?

Do the whole thing again.

I'm not right for the part.

Bill... Just not right for it.

It... It isn't me. Bill!

Isn't me at all! Listen to me.

Sydney thought it was good.

He's over the moon! I let you down.

You let me down?

You were right. You were so right.

Look, we've made the Doctor

too abrasive.

We need much more of you in him.

Much more charm and warmth

and twinkle.

You knew it, I couldn't see it.

You sure you've got the right man?

Of course I am.

I'm-I'm frightened, you see,

I've... never really done

anything like this before.

The... pressure, the schedule

and all those ruddy words...

I'm here for you, Bill.

Promise?

Every step.

Right...

- I've got to tell the others now.

- Time and tide wait for no man, eh?

Time and space, Bill.

And they wait for no woman either.

I'm not hindering you.

If you both want to make

fools of yourselves,

I suggest you do what you

said you'd do.

Go and find a policeman.

Clear three, clear three.

Move to shot two. Tighter on two.

I shall be here when you get back.

I want to see your faces

when you try and explain...

Tighter on one.

.. Chesserman... Chesterton.

He got the name wrong.

He got the name wrong.

Can we go back? Can we go back?

We've already stopped recording

three times.

Only one more edit allowed, son.

Thank you, Mervyn.

Four edits in the whole show!

It's so bloody primitive!

Young man speak truth!

BBC equipment from Stone Age!

We have no choice, do we?

Onwards, Waris. Onwards!

OK, stand by one

Oh, no, Grandfather! No!

Let me through.

Get back to the ship, child!

It could be anywhere...

Dear, dear, dear, dear.

It's of no help to us at all.

I suggest before we go outside and

explore, let us clean ourselves up.

- Oh, yes.

- What does the radiation read, Susan?

It's reading normal, Grandfather.

OK. Good.

I'll tell them we can make

the transmission date.

How are the other scripts

coming along?

Your Canadian pal is doing us

one about Marco Polo.

Terrific! That's more like my brief.

Get the kids hooked on real history.

We're also trying one of Tony

Hancock's writers - Terry Nation.

You got a script?

- Yes. It's good.

- What's it about?

- Robots.

- No, no, no. They're not robots.

Rule one - no robots!

- Rule two... - No bug-eyed monsters!

I know. But I promise you they're not.

It's a really interesting story.

Set on a distant planet after

a nuclear war...

Okay, okay. Whatever.

Send it straight up to me.

Then we'll see.

This time in a few of weeks,

episode one will have aired.

Hm.

Brave heart, darling.

I think we'll be a smash.

Fingers crossed.

We could do with a bit of luck.

"Hideous machine-like creatures...

"A lens on a flexible shaft...

"acts as an eye...?

"You will move ahead of us

and follow my directions!

"Ian breaks away

and dashes for it...

"Exterminate!"

"Exterminate!"

'It is with deep regret

that we announce

'that President Kennedy is dead.

'He was shot down as he was

driving in an open car

'through the city of Dallas, Texas.

'The identity of the assassin

remains unconfirmed at this time. '

It was very good, Bill.

'And now we return to the news.

'Vice President Lyndon Johnson

was yesterday sworn in

'as the 36th President

of the United States

'following the assassination

of John Fitzgerald Kennedy in Da... '

They'll all be watching the news.

She's way over budget.

No, no - it's more than that.

I'm afraid Miss Lambert

doesn't know what she's doing.

First cavemen,

now these silly robots.

What are you saying?

That you're not to do any

more than these four episodes

you've already got in production.

Kill it, Sydney.

Kill Doctor Who.

In the village where I lived

down there...

- Reviews were respectable.

- Uh-huh.

Ratings too. Respectable.

- Considering what happened.

- Mm.

Sydney wants to see you, Verity.

It's my fault.

I promoted you too soon.

I don't much like the way

the show's going.

First, goddamn cavemen...

- No choice, the... - And then

these... Dayleks. - Daleks.

Exactly what I wanted to avoid.

Cheapjack science fiction trash.

- Have you read the script?

- Yes!

- Really? - Well, enough to know

garbage when I see it.

- Jesus. Dorloks.

- Daleks!

Whatever! Bug-eyed...

They're not bug-eyed monsters!

They used to be like us.

Radiation has made them retreat

inside these impregnable

metal shells,

and now they hate

everything that isn't like them.

All they know how to do is lash out.

The Doctor and his friends turn up

and try to make them

see differently.

To understand other people

and make peace. It's good stuff!

It's strong stuff, Sydney,

and I really, truly believe in it.

Well, I wanted someone

with piss and vinegar.

I think we've got something

really special here, Sydney.

A knockout.

We've just got to hold our nerve.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll talk to the high-ups.

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