$ X-NEWS: spcvxb rec.arts.drwho: 17736P Relay-Version: VMS News - V6.1B4+SPC1 6/9/92 VAX/VMS V5.5-2; site spcvxb.spc.eduH Path: spcvxb!rutgers!ukma!darwin.sura.net!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!K  newsserver.pixel.kodak.com!laidbak!tellab5!obdient!amiserv!amiganet!scottg  Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho) Subject: DOCTOR WHO MOVIE SCRIPT - Part 1 , Message-ID: <scottg.0gng@amiganet.chi.il.us>0 From: scottg@amiganet.chi.il.us (Scott Gittlitz) Date: 21 Nov 92 19:07:50 GMT/ Organization: Amiga Network Information Systems 
 Lines: 595                                        3                                  D O C T O R  W H O $                                     0                                      -THE MOVIE-            /                                      Screenplay +                                          by 0                                     Johnny Byrne                                  7                               From an original story by 9                             Peter Litten & George Dugdale                                                                          O EXT.  LONDON STREETS                                                      NIGHT    O A primative street-lamp casting a lurid glow as it hits the fog, misting a mean + street somewhere in the East End of London.    H A horse-drawn dray rattles past, the DRIVER muffled against the clingingA dampness of the night.  Very faint sounds of pub music heard over     SUPERIMPOSE    4                           London, Planet Earth, 1932              A NARROW STREET N down which TWO BOBBIES patrol, both alert for trouble in this vice-ridden area
 of London.   	 NEW ANGLE K On an alleyway where Jack covertly watches the entrance to the rough public J house from which the music is coming.  He's tall, waers a top hat and longH black cloak which belong to the earlier Victorian period, and clutches aI surgical bag.  45 years ago he preyed on this East End district of London " under the name of Jack The Ripper.    JACK'SI tightly-drawn almost bloodless mask of a face is curiously ageless, with  2 insane, glittering eyes and lips that ooze saliva.   
 JACK SEE'SM The pub door burst open and a DRUNKEN MAN and WOMAN stagger out.  They lurch  ) off into the night, laughing hilariously.    	 NEW ANGLE    N A PROSTITUTE emerges out of the mist.  She's well wrapped against the night inL a long, flowing coat and wears an outrageously flamboyant hat.  We don't seeI her face as she looks around, perhaps searching for trade.  She moves on.    
 ANOTHER ANGLE N The PROSTITUTE draws near the pub.  We still don't see her face as she pauses,, listening to the riotous sounds from inside.    JACKN tenses as he waits to see whether or not she'll go inside.  But his luck is inG for the PROSTITUTE carries on.  He glides out into the night after her.     ANOTHER NARROW STREET K through which the PROSTITUTE is amking her way.  She hears a sound behind,  J pauses briefly and moves on, JACK flits through the shadows after her.  He% rounds acorner and freezes to a halt.     THE PROSTITUTEF stands a little way along, illuminated by the sickly glare of a nearbyO streetlamp as she touches up her makeup with the help of a bag mirror.  She has  her back to him.    JACKN moves noiselessly up to her, a vicious looking scaple flashing in the glare of the streetlight.    JACKN grabs hold of the PROSTITUTE's shoulders and pulls her around to face him.  As8 sheturns, her elaborate wig and hat come wholly away and    WE SEEO 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 DOCTORF - a maverick Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, the home of a super L intelligent elite who olike to think they have sole monopoly on time travel.N 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 2                                  (hissing whisper)5                       How did you find me, Time Lord?    .                                     THE DOCTOR<                       Killers always return to the scene of 8                       the crime.  But the fun's over now8                       Jack - time to correct your design                       error.   +                                        JACK 7                       Others have tried before, Doctor.    .                                     THE DOCTOR:                       Face it, Jack.  A homicidal plasmoid3                       with power to change form and 3                       terrorize women - frankly not !                       acceptable.     JACKN hisses.  His elongated barbed tongue shockingly strikes for THE DOCTOR's face.= At the same time, he swings, trying to eviscerate THE DOCTOR.    
 THE DOCTORO nimbly steps back and smashes his handbag into JACK's face.  Reaching into the  C bag, he takes out a small torch-like instrument and switches it on.    N A beam hits JACK who looses a horrible alien scream.  His body is wracked withN violent internal convultions.  He bubbles and rapidly melts away in a cloud ofG green smoke - the screaming, smoking head the lat to vanish.  Silence.  ? THE DOCTOR moves forward to gingerly inspect the smoking slime.     THE PLASMOID WEAZLL M shockingly erupts from the smoking pile of clothing.  A plasmoid Weazll is an L alien animal being no larger than a small pumpkin - most of it all teeth andB mouth.  Its graping jaws shriek at THE DOCTOR with homicidal rage.   
 THE DOCTORJ 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.   L THE DOCTOR puts away his torch and then hears the sounds of police whistles N and running feet.  He backs off and runs, but wearing high-heels makes running
 difficult.    HOLDING L TWO BOBBIES run into view.  They pause, look at JACK's slimed clothing, blow# their whistles fiercely and run on.    
 ANOTHER ANGLE    
 THE DOCTORL 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 SQUAREL THE DOCTOR pauses. His eyes search for his Tardis - the ships the Time LordsN of Gallifrey use to travel through time and space.  He sees the dim shape of a* first issue walk-in police box and smiles.   O Time ships like the Tardis have a chameleon circuit that allows them to take on M any shape a Time Lord considers necessary - in this instance a walk-in police % box that blends into the local scene.    5 THE DOCTOR rushes towards it and jerks open the door.    
 THE DOCTORJ reacts strongly.  This isn't his Tardis, but the genuine article - a real K 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 DOCTORK runs and sees his own Tardis on the other side of the square - a phone box  L identicle to the one behind him.  He heads towards it, the TWO BOBBIE's and ) the BOBBIE from the other box in pursuit.    D He reaches the Tardis ahead of them and darts in the door to safety.    INT. TARDIS - MAIN AREA    N Inside the Tardis, we're immediately aware of the contrast between  the small 7 exterior size and the relatively enormous space inside.    N 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 ROTORO rises into view above the control console.  He hears the BOBBIES banging at the O 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.   O EXT. SMALL SQUARE- LONDON                                                 NIGHT   hL The BOBBIES react to the roaring sound of the Time Rotor.  As it powers up, O the Tardis' Police Box form shimmersm beginning to revert back to it's original N futuristic shape - but only a tantalizing glimpse of what that shape could be.  g INT. THE TARDIS - MAIN AREAc  gK The powering up reaches it crucial stage when suddenly a systems unit underi! the console, sparks and explodes.m   O EXT. SMALL SQUARE                                                         NIGHT    O The BOBBIES see the altering shape of the Tardis distort and revert back to the J 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.   8 The astonished BOBBIES see the Tardis utterly disappear.   O                                                                       SLAM INTOy   O OPENING TITLES AND THEME MUSIC                                             SPFX    - The Tardis whirling gracefully through space.     INT. THE TARDIS - MAIN AREA    K THE DOCTOR, still made-up and wearing some of the clothes of his prostitutetI disguise, urgently works on the chameleon circuit.  A chime and the dustywL holovid - a transparent communications dome - fills with an indistinct three! dimensional image of CORA's head.a  e/                                  CORA (HOLOVID)h                        Doctor...?   B THE DOCTOR moves to brush/blow the dust off the holovid's surface.  W-                                    THE DOCTORl!                      Hello, Cora.   aL CORA is a smart and very beautiful Gallifreyian Communications expert.  She ( reacts at the sight of his made up face.  h)                                      CORAo                      Your face!   o-                                    THE DOCTORs$                      Do you like it?   *                                      CORA "                      It's bizarre!  S-                                    THE DOCTOR 5                      Really?  My friend Jack found itn"                      irresistible.  S)                                      CORA 7                      And what's happened to the Tardis? 9                      It's stuck in that ridiculous policee%                      box shape again.e  g-                                    THE DOCTORa8                      Vacuum field tripped.  Destabilized9                      the ionic drive projector and causede5                      an irreversable download of the h4                      memorised atomic structure.  In                      short...r  i)                                      CORA 5                      You mean the Chameleon circuit'so                      bust...  g-                                    THE DOCTORE#                      Got it in one.R  IO INT. GALLIFREY - ACADEMY - WORKSHOP                                         DAY,  CO The workshop is cluttered with weird and wonderful gadgetry, some very old and  M oranate, some very high tech - most undergoing research, repair or servicing.e   * CORA talks to THE DOCTOR who's on Holovid.  u)                                      CORA 8                      Again! Anyway, you've had an urgent1                      message from Planet Demos...h  t1                              THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID)s+                                    (keenly)                       Gonjii?  n)                                      CORAt6                      Yes.  Doesn't he run a brothel or%                      something there?e   1                              THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID) +                      He should be so lucky!    )                                      CORAO9                      Well, he's found what you're looking /                      for - whatever that means!t  k1                              THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID)t:                      Well done, Gonjii!  Thanks Cora. I'll#                      be in touch...    & THE DOCTOR powering up the time rotor.   )                                      CORA 9                      Good luck... Oh, did you have a good $                      time in London?   1                              THE DOCTOR (HOLOVID)                       Ripping.   J The Tardis vanishes.      O EXT. DEMOS                                                              EVENING    K A violent electrical storm rages in the sick, blood-red skies of Demos.  A rJ sprawling vista of decay streches out as far as the eye can see.  It's theH remains of a once ancient city reduced to rubble by a past, planet wide  catastrophe.   
 SUPERIMPOSE -    8                           Raqetz, Planet Demos, 98349.01   O Faint light shimmers from tented shanty towns amongst the ruins.  Raqetz is now H a shattered, lawless wheeler-dealer city.  It's people arethe DWELLERS, N pathetic survivors of the catastrophe - their world now exploited by opportun- istic aliens on the make.       O EXT. RAQETZ - ALLEYWAYS                                                     DAYt  eN A warren of sinister alleyways in the heart of the tumbledown old city.  Rain K hammers noisily on the overhead, makeshift tenting beneath which destitute '- DWELLERS sit huddled around glowing braziers.   m
 ANOTHER ANGLEiL 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.t  s
 THE DOCTORM comes out and walks off swiftly.  He's now in normal costume - long billowinga coat and wide-brimmed hat.    ANOTHER ALLEYWAYO teems with shrouded DWELLERS.  Here, under awning, villainous TRADERS sell foodi- and goods off makeshift barrows and trestles.   l
 THE DOCTORL forcing his way through the thronging DWELLERS, hears shouts and cries from " behind.  He pauses and looks back.  e HE SEE'SN four BODYGUARDS armed with clubs, violently clearing a passage.  Behind them a> vast sedan chair is being carried byy eight, groaning PORTERS.  k+                                  BODYGUARDSO+                                  (shouting)t/                      Make way, make way for Heri6                      Sublime Radiance.  Mother Cajage!    THE SEDAN CHAIRsM sways erratically from the colossal bulk of it's occupant - MOTHER CAJAGE, a eN hugely obese alien female.  Her mountainous rolls of wobbing flesh are stuffed into acres of jeweled silks.   M As the sedan moves along she tosses occasional coins into the masses causing rN frantic DWELLERS to scrabble fiercely amongst themselves.  As she rumbles withM laughter at their desperate efforts she suddenly sees THE DOCTOR and her good J humour instanly vanishes.  Her eyes bulge, her body trembles violently and6 rivers of thick, oily perspiration pour down her body.  hN She dips into a pannier at her side and grabs several handfuls of large stonesO which she hurls with painful accuracy at the exhasted PORTERS drivng them on toc greater effort.H  O
 THE DOCTORN moves on to pause by a footstall where people eat small, living crunch-worms. M The FOODSELLER, like all DWELLERS, is aneamic and sunken-eyed.  He's shellingp something large and disgusting.s   +                                  THE DOCTORh(                      Place of Profit...?   +                                  FOODSELLERh;                      Third alleyway on the right, friend...o7                      A portion of fresh crunch-worms to *                      help you on your way?   +                                  THE DOCTORt,                      Thanks...but no thanks.1                           (to a feeding customer)a(                      Have a nice crunch.  eK The CUSTOMER belches, discharging a cloud of bilious green gas into the THEo0 DOCTOR's face.  He recoils and hastily moves on.  d  .O EXT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                    DAYT   H The gaudy, Vegas-like, entrance to Raqetz' premier night-spot - a tacky K structure knocked together from the most decorative elements of the ruined sK city.  A line of sedan chairs are parked outside.  From inside we hear the  N babble of voices, including the NYMPHID's who's sexily vocalizing the DemosianH cover version of 'Falling In Love Again', all the rage just now in this  isolated part of the Galaxy.  fO INT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                    DAYo   N The Place Of Profit teems with DWELLERS.  Their interest is centred on severalO high-spending, richly costumed ALIENS who gamble, make deals, drink and enjoy -nL all with frantic energy.  The layout is multi-leveled with bizarre gambling  games played on each one.     THE NYMPHIDHL lounges, seductively inside and iron cage which travels about on an overheadK track.  She sings "Falling In Love Again'.  Her shouldering 8 octave vocal nO range shatters glass in the higher registers and causes the walls to judder in  
 the lower.  II THE NYMPHID is beautiful, a green-skinned Marlene Dietrich, dressed in a  J flimsy, translucent outfit.  Every so often, her cage pauses in front of a0 GROUP where she lingers, seductively vocalizing.  F GONJIIM sits alone on a raised, observation chair.  He's sipping a drink, eyes alert  H and watchful.  He's tough, down-at-heel, ex-mercenary soilder.  Once he N commanded a Gallifreyian Time Battalion.  Right now he's the resident bouncer.  wL Round his wrist he wears a circular band studded with tiny daggers.  In use I this revolves like a mini gatling.  Across his back is a scabbared power C assisted sabre.    N His hand absently strokes the head of his small, companion pet, POG, a furry, O marsupial creature with huge, disproportionate feet.  POG's got a cute, whisker % framed face, but it can turn vicious.   r POG L closely watches a long-nosed DROMODYXX - a wealthy alien race notorious for N their sly, thieving ways.  He follows the route of the DROMODYXX's outragously; long proboscis at is sneaks down to vanish under the table.   EO A moment later its reappears on the other side, POG watching as the tip inches  I towards a pile of gaming chips.  POG growls, and jumps down out of sight.     THE DROMODYXX'SOM eyes craftily swivel to check that he's unobserved, then begins to vacuum the 4 gaming chips up into his trunk.  Suddenly, he wails.  C POG I under the table, has sunk his wicked fangs into the thieving nose of the  
 DROMODYXX.  n GONJIIO jumps down from his chair.  He head for the wailing DROMODYXX, but it scoops up M it's nose, shakes off POG and scuttles off.  GONJII grins, watching POG chasel it off the premises.   
 ANOTHER ANGLEe  oK THE NYMPHID glides to pause in front of a gorgeously attired drunken KAGUT. M These are barrel shaped, oversexed Aliens with long prehensile arms and hands. studded with suction pads.   M The KAGUT, overcome with lust for THE NYMPHID, yells and leaps, trying to get O into her cage.  On contact, his suction pads stick to the electrified bars.  He ( howls, repeated shocks racking his body.  L! THE NYMPHID sings on obliviously.    N GONJII strides forward, the clustering DWELLERS making haste to get out of hisL way.  He draws his sabre and swings.  The flat side of the blade thumps intoL the KAGUT's solar plexus.  A 'whoosh' as the air is driven from the KAGUT's C lungs.  He collapses in a heap on the floor to gasps of on lookers.       O EXT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                EVENINGD  sL THE DOCTOR approches the entrance when the doors suddenly burst open and he  sees    GONJIIN strong-arming the DRUNKEN KAGUT off the premises.  The KAGUT's drunken hootingJ rings out, his prehensile arms suction clinging to both sides of the door.   )                                    GONJII (                                (roaring)1                    Drunken Kugut bum!! Out and...    J Heaves furiously trying to dislodge the KAGUT.  THE DOCTOR grins watching N GONJII plant a foot in the back of the clinging KAGUT and strain until with a M 'pop' the KAGUT's suctioned grip suddenly gives.  He howls and catapults awayj to land in a pool of mud.    -                                GONJII (CONTD)w                    ...stay out!     He turns and goes back inside.      O INT. THE PLACE OF PROFIT                                                EVENING   L GOMJIIL pauses inside the door, his eyes challenging his customers.  The door opens L behind him.  Thinking it's the KAGUT, he whirls about drawing his sabre and  freezes.   & THE DOCTOR is standing smiling at him.  l+                                  THE DOCTOR-'                               (smiling) 7                    A fine way to welcome an old friend!e  e(                                   GONJII!                    The Time Lord!t  h+                                  THE DOCTOR !                    Hello, Gonjii..   7 They grip arms warmly.  These two are very old friends.    )                                    GONJIIs7                    You're late.  Almost gave up on you.h  c+                                  THE DOCTORo*                    Better late than never.  a   O EXT. RAQETZ - ALLEYWAY                                                  EVENING    5 GONJII and THE DOCTOR moving swiftly along the alley.f  e+                                  THE DOCTOR                     You saw it?  b)                                    GONJIIl4                    Doctor, it's a time rotor.  Okay?  d+                                  THE DOCTORe                     Who's got it?  s)                                    GONJIIm!                    Mother Cajage.a   +                                  THE DOCTORn8                    Yes, I thought she was pleased to see                    me.  W They moved on out of sight.v  a  uO EXT. RAQETZ - MOTHER CAJAGE'S AUCTION LOT                                 NIGHTT   L A swelling volume of sound as we PAN over an area filled to overflowing withO second-hand space junk of all description.  Among it we see discarded Cybermen,sH trashed Daleks, a truncated K9, and other of the TV Doctor Who metallic  characters and artifacts.   T	 NEW ANGLE M An ancient auction ring similar to a bull-pit theater.  Galleries overlookingh it teem with DWELLERS.   K In the pit, a muscular PORTER turns on a plinth displaying a massive space r3 drive unit as a FEQAL AUCTIONEER sings its praises.m  e	 THE FEQALuH has a shrivelled body with two saturnine heads.  His four arms describe N graceful arcs as he enthuses in alien tongue.  Both heads speak at once with aM slightly delayed echo, the voices clipped, cultured, a fawning - high-pitchedr Goebbels whine.S    The bidding starts.n     m1                               TO BE CONTINUED ...p