From: scottg@amiganet.chi.il.us (Scott Gittlitz)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
Subject: DOCTOR WHO MOVIE SCRIPT - Part 1
Date: 21 Nov 92 19:07:50 GMT
Organization: Amiga Network Information Systems


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                 D O C T O R  W H O
                                    
                                     -THE MOVIE-
 
 
 
 
                                     Screenplay
                                         by
                                    Johnny Byrne
                
                
                              From an original story by
                            Peter Litten & George Dugdale
            
            
            
            
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
EXT.  LONDON STREETS                                                      NIGHT
 
A primative street-lamp casting a lurid glow as it hits the fog, misting a mean
street somewhere in the East End of London.
 
A horse-drawn dray rattles past, the DRIVER muffled against the clinging
dampness of the night.  Very faint sounds of pub music heard over
 
SUPERIMPOSE
 
                          London, Planet Earth, 1932
           
A NARROW STREET
down which TWO BOBBIES patrol, both alert for trouble in this vice-ridden area
of London.
 
NEW ANGLE
On an alleyway where Jack covertly watches the entrance to the rough public
house from which the music is coming.  He's tall, waers a top hat and long
black cloak which belong to the earlier Victorian period, and clutches a
surgical bag.  45 years ago he preyed on this East End district of London
under the name of Jack The Ripper.
 
JACK'S
tightly-drawn almost bloodless mask of a face is curiously ageless, with 
insane, glittering eyes and lips that ooze saliva.
 
JACK SEE'S
The pub door burst open and a DRUNKEN MAN and WOMAN stagger out.  They lurch 
off into the night, laughing hilariously.
 
NEW ANGLE
 
A PROSTITUTE emerges out of the mist.  She's well wrapped against the night in
a long, flowing coat and wears an outrageously flamboyant hat.  We don't see
her face as she looks around, perhaps searching for trade.  She moves on.
 
ANOTHER ANGLE
The PROSTITUTE draws near the pub.  We still don't see her face as she pauses,
listening to the riotous sounds from inside.
 
JACK
tenses as he waits to see whether or not she'll go inside.  But his luck is in
for the PROSTITUTE carries on.  He glides out into the night after her.
 
ANOTHER NARROW STREET
through which the PROSTITUTE is amking her way.  She hears a sound behind, 
pauses briefly and moves on, JACK flits through the shadows after her.  He
rounds acorner and freezes to a halt.
 
THE PROSTITUTE
stands a little way along, illuminated by the sickly glare of a nearby
streetlamp as she touches up her makeup with the help of a bag mirror.  She has
her back to him.
 
JACK
moves noiselessly up to her, a vicious looking scaple flashing in the glare of
the streetlight.
 
JACK
grabs hold of the PROSTITUTE's shoulders and pulls her around to face him.  As
sheturns, her elaborate wig and hat come wholly away and
 
WE SEE
that the PROSTITUTE is in fact a man in drag - the one man in the Universe Jack
least wants to see.
 
                                       JACK
                                    (recoiling)
                      The Doctor!
 
THE DOCTOR
- a maverick Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, the home of a super 
intelligent elite who olike to think they have sole monopoly on time travel.
He's a fit, striking looking man, keen-eyed, sharp witted, deceptively subtle.
 
                                    THE DOCTOR
                                     (smiles)
                      Hello, Weazll.  Only you're not Weazll
                      anymore.  It's Jack The Ripper.  Yes,
                      a real ladykiller!
 
                                       JACK
                                 (hissing whisper)
                      How did you find me, Time Lord?
 
                                    THE DOCTOR
                      Killers always return to the scene of 
                      the crime.  But the fun's over now
                      Jack - time to correct your design
                      error.
 
                                       JACK
                      Others have tried before, Doctor.
 
                                    THE DOCTOR
                      Face it, Jack.  A homicidal plasmoid
                      with power to change form and
                      terrorize women - frankly not
                      acceptable.
 
JACK
hisses.  His elongated barbed tongue shockingly strikes for THE DOCTOR's face.
At the same time, he swings, trying to eviscerate THE DOCTOR.
 
THE DOCTOR
nimbly steps back and smashes his handbag into JACK's face.  Reaching into the 
bag, he takes out a small torch-like instrument and switches it on.
 
A beam hits JACK who looses a horrible alien scream.  His body is wracked with
violent internal convultions.  He bubbles and rapidly melts away in a cloud of
green smoke - the screaming, smoking head the lat to vanish.  Silence. 
THE DOCTOR moves forward to gingerly inspect the smoking slime.
 
THE PLASMOID WEAZLL
shockingly erupts from the smoking pile of clothing.  A plasmoid Weazll is an
alien animal being no larger than a small pumpkin - most of it all teeth and
mouth.  Its graping jaws shriek at THE DOCTOR with homicidal rage.
 
THE DOCTOR
sighs and hits another switch on the torch.  The beam changes colour.  The
shrieking WEAZLL expands like an inflated ballon and explodes.
 
THE DOCTOR
Pop goes the Weazll.
 
THE DOCTOR puts away his torch and then hears the sounds of police whistles 
and running feet.  He backs off and runs, but wearing high-heels makes running
difficult.
 
HOLDING
TWO BOBBIES run into view.  They pause, look at JACK's slimed clothing, blow
their whistles fiercely and run on.
 
ANOTHER ANGLE
 
THE DOCTOR
runs down the alley when a heel breaks.  He hobbles on, bobbing up and down 
from the loss of the heel and arrives at a
 
A SMALL SQUARE
THE DOCTOR pauses. His eyes search for his Tardis - the ships the Time Lords
of Gallifrey use to travel through time and space.  He sees the dim shape of a
first issue walk-in police box and smiles.
 
Time ships like the Tardis have a chameleon circuit that allows them to take on
any shape a Time Lord considers necessary - in this instance a walk-in police
box that blends into the local scene.
 
THE DOCTOR rushes towards it and jerks open the door.
 
THE DOCTOR
reacts strongly.  This isn't his Tardis, but the genuine article - a real 
police box.  And inside it, speaking into the primitive phone is an all too
real Bobbie.
 
BOBBIE lunges at him, but the door is slammed in his face.
 
THE DOCTOR
runs and sees his own Tardis on the other side of the square - a phone box 
identicle to the one behind him.  He heads towards it, the TWO BOBBIE's and 
the BOBBIE from the other box in pursuit.
 
He reaches the Tardis ahead of them and darts in the door to safety.
 
INT. TARDIS - MAIN AREA
 
Inside the Tardis, we're immediately aware of the contrast between  the small 
exterior size and the relatively enormous space inside.
 
THE DOCTOR rushes to the central console.  He places his hand on a glass dome.
Pulsed lasers light inside the dome scans his hand.  As it does
 
A TIME ROTOR
rises into view above the control console.  He hears the BOBBIES banging at the
door outside.  He puts his hand on the dome again.  The moment he does, we hear
the distinctive roaring sound of the Time Rotor powering up.
 
EXT. SMALL SQUARE- LONDON                                                 NIGHT
 
The BOBBIES react to the roaring sound of the Time Rotor.  As it powers up, 
the Tardis' Police Box form shimmersm beginning to revert back to it's original
futuristic shape - but only a tantalizing glimpse of what that shape could be.
 
INT. THE TARDIS - MAIN AREA
 
The powering up reaches it crucial stage when suddenly a systems unit under
the console, sparks and explodes.
 
EXT. SMALL SQUARE                                                         NIGHT
 
The BOBBIES see the altering shape of the Tardis distort and revert back to the
form a Police Box - the Tardis' chameleon circuit has blown and until it's
repaired, it's stuck with the outward shape of the police box.
 
The astonished BOBBIES see the Tardis utterly disappear.
 
                                                                      SLAM INTO
 
OPENING TITLES AND THEME MUSIC                                             SPFX
 
The Tardis whirling gracefully through space.
 
INT. THE TARDIS - MAIN AREA
 
THE DOCTOR, still made-up and wearing some of the clothes of his prostitute
disguise, urgently works on the chameleon circuit.  A chime and the dusty
holovid - a transparent communications dome - fills with an indistinct three
dimensional image of CORA's head.
 
                                 CORA (HOLOVID)
                      Doctor...?
 
THE DOCTOR moves to brush/blow the dust off the holovid's surface.
 
                                   THE DOCTOR
                     Hello, Cora.
 
CORA is a smart and very beautiful Gallifreyian Communications expert.  She 
reacts at the sight of his made up face.
 
                                     CORA
                     Your face!
 
                                   THE DOCTOR
                     Do you like it?
 
                                     CORA 
                     It's bizarre!
 
                                   THE DOCTOR
                     Really?  My friend Jack found it
                     irresistible.
 
                                     CORA
                     And what's happened to the Tardis?
                     It's stuck in that ridiculous police
                     box shape again.
 
                                   THE DOCTOR
                     Vacuum field tripped.  Destabilized
                     the ionic drive projector and caused
                     an irreversable download of the 
                     memorised atomic structure.  In
                     short...
 
                                     CORA
                     You mean the Chameleon circuit's
                     bust...
 
                                   THE DOCTOR
                     Got it in one.
 
INT. GALLIFREY - ACADEMY - WORKSHOP                                         DAY
 
The workshop is cluttered with weird and wonderful gadgetry, some very old and 
oranate, some very high tech - most undergoing research, repair or servicing.
 
CORA talks to THE DOCTOR who's on Holovid.
 
                                     CORA
                     Again! Anyway, you've had an urgent
                     message from Planet Demos...
 
                             THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID)
                                   (keenly)
                     Gonjii?
 
                                     CORA
                     Yes.  Doesn't he run a brothel or
                     something there?
 
                             THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID)
                     He should be so lucky!
 
                                     CORA
                     Well, he's found what you're looking
                     for - whatever that means!
 
                             THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID)
                     Well done, Gonjii!  Thanks Cora. I'll
                     be in touch...
 
THE DOCTOR powering up the time rotor.
 
                                     CORA
                     Good luck... Oh, did you have a good
                     time in London?
 
                             THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID)
                     Ripping.
 
The Tardis vanishes.
 
 
EXT. DEMOS                                                              EVENING
 
A violent electrical storm rages in the sick, blood-red skies of Demos.  A 
sprawling vista of decay streches out as far as the eye can see.  It's the
remains of a once ancient city reduced to rubble by a past, planet wide 
catastrophe.
 
SUPERIMPOSE -
 
                          Raqetz, Planet Demos, 98349.01
 
Faint light shimmers from tented shanty towns amongst the ruins.  Raqetz is now
a shattered, lawless wheeler-dealer city.  It's people arethe DWELLERS, 
pathetic survivors of the catastrophe - their world now exploited by opportun-
istic aliens on the make.
 
 
EXT. RAQETZ - ALLEYWAYS                                                     DAY
 
A warren of sinister alleyways in the heart of the tumbledown old city.  Rain 
hammers noisily on the overhead, makeshift tenting beneath which destitute 
DWELLERS sit huddled around glowing braziers.
 
ANOTHER ANGLE
On a sideshoot alleywayy.  The roaring sound of a time rotor builds and the 
Tardis appears - still in it's old English police box form.
 
THE DOCTOR
comes out and walks off swiftly.  He's now in normal costume - long billowing
coat and wide-brimmed hat.
 
ANOTHER ALLEYWAY
teems with shrouded DWELLERS.  Here, under awning, villainous TRADERS sell food
and goods off makeshift barrows and trestles.
 
THE DOCTOR
forcing his way through the thronging DWELLERS, hears shouts and cries from 
behind.  He pauses and looks back.
 
HE SEE'S
four BODYGUARDS armed with clubs, violently clearing a passage.  Behind them a
vast sedan chair is being carried byy eight, groaning PORTERS.
 
                                 BODYGUARDS
                                 (shouting)
                     Make way, make way for Her
                     Sublime Radiance.  Mother Cajage!
 
THE SEDAN CHAIR
sways erratically from the colossal bulk of it's occupant - MOTHER CAJAGE, a 
hugely obese alien female.  Her mountainous rolls of wobbing flesh are stuffed
into acres of jeweled silks.
 
As the sedan moves along she tosses occasional coins into the masses causing 
frantic DWELLERS to scrabble fiercely amongst themselves.  As she rumbles with
laughter at their desperate efforts she suddenly sees THE DOCTOR and her good
humour instanly vanishes.  Her eyes bulge, her body trembles violently and
rivers of thick, oily perspiration pour down her body.
 
She dips into a pannier at her side and grabs several handfuls of large stones
which she hurls with painful accuracy at the exhasted PORTERS drivng them on to
greater effort.
 
THE DOCTOR
moves on to pause by a footstall where people eat small, living crunch-worms. 
The FOODSELLER, like all DWELLERS, is aneamic and sunken-eyed.  He's shelling
something large and disgusting.
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                     Place of Profit...?
 
                                 FOODSELLER
                     Third alleyway on the right, friend...
                     A portion of fresh crunch-worms to
                     help you on your way?
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                     Thanks...but no thanks.
                          (to a feeding customer)
                     Have a nice crunch.
 
The CUSTOMER belches, discharging a cloud of bilious green gas into the THE
DOCTOR's face.  He recoils and hastily moves on.
 
 
EXT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                    DAY
 
The gaudy, Vegas-like, entrance to Raqetz' premier night-spot - a tacky 
structure knocked together from the most decorative elements of the ruined 
city.  A line of sedan chairs are parked outside.  From inside we hear the 
babble of voices, including the NYMPHID's who's sexily vocalizing the Demosian
cover version of 'Falling In Love Again', all the rage just now in this 
isolated part of the Galaxy.
 
INT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                    DAY
 
The Place Of Profit teems with DWELLERS.  Their interest is centred on several
high-spending, richly costumed ALIENS who gamble, make deals, drink and enjoy -
all with frantic energy.  The layout is multi-leveled with bizarre gambling 
games played on each one.
 
THE NYMPHID
lounges, seductively inside and iron cage which travels about on an overhead
track.  She sings "Falling In Love Again'.  Her shouldering 8 octave vocal 
range shatters glass in the higher registers and causes the walls to judder in 
the lower.
 
THE NYMPHID is beautiful, a green-skinned Marlene Dietrich, dressed in a 
flimsy, translucent outfit.  Every so often, her cage pauses in front of a
GROUP where she lingers, seductively vocalizing.
 
GONJII
sits alone on a raised, observation chair.  He's sipping a drink, eyes alert 
and watchful.  He's tough, down-at-heel, ex-mercenary soilder.  Once he 
commanded a Gallifreyian Time Battalion.  Right now he's the resident bouncer.
 
Round his wrist he wears a circular band studded with tiny daggers.  In use 
this revolves like a mini gatling.  Across his back is a scabbared power 
assisted sabre.
 
His hand absently strokes the head of his small, companion pet, POG, a furry, 
marsupial creature with huge, disproportionate feet.  POG's got a cute, whisker
framed face, but it can turn vicious.
 
POG
closely watches a long-nosed DROMODYXX - a wealthy alien race notorious for 
their sly, thieving ways.  He follows the route of the DROMODYXX's outragously
long proboscis at is sneaks down to vanish under the table.
 
A moment later its reappears on the other side, POG watching as the tip inches 
towards a pile of gaming chips.  POG growls, and jumps down out of sight.
 
THE DROMODYXX'S
eyes craftily swivel to check that he's unobserved, then begins to vacuum the
gaming chips up into his trunk.  Suddenly, he wails.
 
POG 
under the table, has sunk his wicked fangs into the thieving nose of the 
DROMODYXX.
 
GONJII
jumps down from his chair.  He head for the wailing DROMODYXX, but it scoops up
it's nose, shakes off POG and scuttles off.  GONJII grins, watching POG chase
it off the premises.
 
ANOTHER ANGLE
 
THE NYMPHID glides to pause in front of a gorgeously attired drunken KAGUT.
These are barrel shaped, oversexed Aliens with long prehensile arms and hands
studded with suction pads.
 
The KAGUT, overcome with lust for THE NYMPHID, yells and leaps, trying to get
into her cage.  On contact, his suction pads stick to the electrified bars.  He
howls, repeated shocks racking his body.
 
THE NYMPHID sings on obliviously.
 
GONJII strides forward, the clustering DWELLERS making haste to get out of his
way.  He draws his sabre and swings.  The flat side of the blade thumps into
the KAGUT's solar plexus.  A 'whoosh' as the air is driven from the KAGUT's 
lungs.  He collapses in a heap on the floor to gasps of on lookers.
 
 
EXT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                EVENING
 
THE DOCTOR approches the entrance when the doors suddenly burst open and he 
sees
 
GONJII
strong-arming the DRUNKEN KAGUT off the premises.  The KAGUT's drunken hooting
rings out, his prehensile arms suction clinging to both sides of the door.
 
                                   GONJII
                               (roaring)
                   Drunken Kugut bum!! Out and...
 
Heaves furiously trying to dislodge the KAGUT.  THE DOCTOR grins watching 
GONJII plant a foot in the back of the clinging KAGUT and strain until with a 
'pop' the KAGUT's suctioned grip suddenly gives.  He howls and catapults away
to land in a pool of mud.
 
                               GONJII (CONTD)
                   ...stay out!
 
He turns and goes back inside.
 
  
INT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                EVENING
 
GOMJII
pauses inside the door, his eyes challenging his customers.  The door opens 
behind him.  Thinking it's the KAGUT, he whirls about drawing his sabre and 
freezes.
 
THE DOCTOR is standing smiling at him.
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                              (smiling)
                   A fine way to welcome an old friend!
 
                                  GONJII
                   The Time Lord!
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                   Hello, Gonjii.
 
They grip arms warmly.  These two are very old friends.
 
                                   GONJII
                   You're late.  Almost gave up on you.
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                   Better late than never.
 
 
EXT. RAQETZ - ALLEYWAY                                                  EVENING
 
GONJII and THE DOCTOR moving swiftly along the alley.
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                   You saw it?
 
                                   GONJII
                   Doctor, it's a time rotor.  Okay?
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                   Who's got it?
 
                                   GONJII
                   Mother Cajage.
 
                                 THE DOCTOR
                   Yes, I thought she was pleased to see
                   me.
 
They moved on out of sight.
 
 
EXT. RAQETZ - MOTHER CAJAGE'S AUCTION LOT                                 NIGHT
 
A swelling volume of sound as we PAN over an area filled to overflowing with
second-hand space junk of all description.  Among it we see discarded Cybermen,
trashed Daleks, a truncated K9, and other of the TV Doctor Who metallic 
characters and artifacts.
 
NEW ANGLE
An ancient auction ring similar to a bull-pit theater.  Galleries overlooking
it teem with DWELLERS.
 
In the pit, a muscular PORTER turns on a plinth displaying a massive space 
drive unit as a FEQAL AUCTIONEER sings its praises.
 
THE FEQAL
has a shrivelled body with two saturnine heads.  His four arms describe 
graceful arcs as he enthuses in alien tongue.  Both heads speak at once with a
slightly delayed echo, the voices clipped, cultured, a fawning - high-pitched
Goebbels whine.
 
The bidding starts.
 
 
                              TO BE CONTINUED ...