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DOCTOR
WHO
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1. THE CHURCH CRYPT
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title appears on the screen over the image of SQUIRE'S hand, which is holding a
pistol pointed at BEN.)
THE SMUGGLERS
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by
BRIAN HAYLES
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EPISODE 3
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fades out. The scene changes to a full view of the crypt.)
(As BEN was
about to leave the bound BLAKE behind in the crypt to go look for POLLY and the
DOCTOR, he is stopped by the arrival of the SQUIRE, PIKE, CHERUB and POLLY, who
is still bound as well. The SQUIRE holds out a pistol pointed at BEN.)
SQUIRE: Recaptured again, eh lad? We'll have no tricks this
time.
BEN: He's the bloke that kidnapped the
Doctor.
PIKE: Wrong, lad. Don't deface the character of my
dear friend.
BEN: Look, Squire, why can't you believe
this...
SQUIRE: Hold your tongue! You're vagabonds, both of
you, not to be trusted. Bind them, eh?
CHERUB:
Ah.
(begins to tie up BEN and POLLY together to one of the crypt's
pillars)
BEN: What about this one? He's a right
villain.
SQUIRE Hmm? These gentlemen are honest merchants.
BLAKE (calling from below in the crypt) Squire!
Squire!
(The SQUIRE walks down the stairs and looks for the source of
the voice.)
BLAKE: Here!
SQUIRE: Blake! (shocked)
What the blazes are you doing here?
BLAKE: I'd be obliged if
you'd release me, sir, before asking questions of me.
SQUIRE:
(flustered) Aye, certainly, but, ah, I have no knife. One
moment.
(The SQUIRE goes back up the stairs to PIKE and CHERUB.)
SQUIRE: This Blake is a revenue man. There's trouble
afoot.
CHERUB: Should I...? (CHERUB is pulling out his
knife.)
PIKE: Nay, Mister Cherub, hold fast. (to
SQUIRE) What does he know?
SQUIRE:
Nothing.
PIKE: Well, use him! Let him take these
prisoners, as is his duty.
SQUIRE: Aye, and then we're free of
them.
BLAKE: (calling from below) Squire, won't you
release me, sir?
PIKE: Cut him free, Mister
Cherub.
SQUIRE: Aye, release him. (to BEN) You've laid
hands upon one of the king's revenue men, Josiah Blake.
BEN:
But we thought he was the murderer.
SQUIRE: Be silent,
sir! (to Blake) These pretty young vagabonds have murdered my
Churchwarden.
BLAKE: Joe Longfoot?
SQUIRE:
None other. They must be therefore taken to prison, and as magistrate I
place this duty upon you.
BLAKE: I am a revenue man, sir, not
your sheriff.
SQUIRE: Nevertheless, you will do as I
say.
BLAKE: I am on orders from the king, sir, for the
apprehension of smugglers.
CHERUB: Could they not be smugglers
too?
SQUIRE: Aye, indeed. What say you?
BLAKE:
Aye, they could be.
BEN: Look, we haven't done a thing. We
didn't kill anyone. We haven't smuggled anything. Look, sir, you can take our
word for it.
CHERUB Their tongues waggle o'er much for my
ears.
SQUIRE: Aye, agreed.
BLAKE: Very well, I
will take them with me. Thank you for saving me from these rogues. They will
get the treatment they deserve.
SQUIRE: Take my pistol.
They're wily knaves.
BLAKE: Oh, thank you, Squire. Alright.
(Blake begins ushering BEN and POLLY out of the crypt.) Good day to
you, Squire. (back to POLLY and BEN) Alright, move,
villains!
(BLAKE, POLLY and BEN leave.)
2. PIKE'S CABIN
(The DOCTOR and KEWPER sit at the table,
guarded over by JAMAICA.)
DOCTOR: Now, sir, I hope this works. You may pick up any five
cards.
KEWPER: (counting under his breath)
Aye...one...two...three...four... five.
(KEWPER picks up the cards and
hands them to the DOCTOR while JAMAICA looks on curiously.)
DOCTOR: Do you, ah, wish me to tell you?
KEWPER
Aye! I have no fear of what lies therein.
DOCTOR: Ah, such
brave words, my friend, brave words. But these cards hold the secret to your
life or death.
JAMAICA: I can tell you that without cards.
Death!
DOCTOR: Do not mock that which you do not
understand.
KEWPER: Oh, come, old man. Tell me what the future
holds. Read the cards.
DOCTOR: Very well, my friend, very
well. Be it on your own head.
(The DOCTOR begins looking over the cards
very dramatically, and JAMAICA leans over his shoulder to get a better
view.)
DOCTOR: Oh, beware. Stand back! Or you will affect the
cards.
JAMAICA: Ah.
DOCTOR: Hmm. Yes, yes,
yes, that's very strange, hmm, hmm. And very disturbing.
KEWPER:
What do these cards mean?
DOCTOR: Well, I'm afraid
they're rather unpleasant. Yes, the first one, ah, represents yourself, ah,
innkeeper.
(The Doctor holds up a card, apparently a Jack.)
KEWPER: I am no knave, sir!
DOCTOR: Well, the
cards have it so, sir. Huh, huh.
(JAMAICA chuckles, his interest
growing.)
DOCTOR: And the second is master Cherub.
JAMAICA:
See a dagger? That's Cherub right enough.
DOCTOR: The
third is the king. The blackest villain of them
all.
KEWPER: Next, the ace?
DOCTOR: Yes, and
that is death itself.
JAMAICA: The
Captain.
KEWPER: What, Pike? Ah, and this one, the jack of
diamonds, what is he?
DOCTOR: Well, I'm afraid I have no idea
about that, sir, but, ah, I can assure you he will triumph in the end. Hmm,
hmm, hmm.
(JAMAICA gasps in amazement.)
KEWPER: Ah, 'tis all madness.
DOCTOR: Well,
you may call it what you wish. I know it's only cards, but eh, sometimes they
tell the truth.
JAMAICA: About any man, like
me?
DOCTOR: Oh, yes indeed. Yes, yes! Aren't you
afraid?
JAMAICA: Me? Jamaica ain't afraid.
DOCTOR:
Very well then, my friend, shuffle for yourself and let's see them reveal
your own fate. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
(While JAMAICA leans in close and
concentrates on shuffling the cards, KEWPER strikes him over the head and knocks
him unconscious.)
DOCTOR: Well done, innkeeper. Now a rope! Tie him
up.
(The Doctor chuckles while they tie up JAMAICA.)
KEWPER: A... a guileful trick, Doctor.
DOCTOR:
Yes, perhaps, perhaps, yes.
KEWPER: It was a trick, was it
not?
DOCTOR: No time for idle speculation. We have to get away
from this boat as soon as we can.
KEWPER: 'Twill not be easy
without being seen.
DOCTOR: Yes, our only
chance.
KEWPER: Then we must try.
DOCTOR: Yes,
and we've got to hurry if I'm to help my friends.
KEWPER: But
first we must seek the aid of the Squire.
DOCTOR: Yes, because
he has them prisoner, hmm.
KEWPER: But he is the magistrate.
He was but doing his duty. Once is he... he is informed, he will let them
free. No doubt of that.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think you're quite
right, yes. It's better to have the law on our side, isn't
it?
KEWPER: In these dark days honesty surely
pays.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, ah, I hope your fortune turns out
alright, my friend. Hmm, hmm...
3. DECK OF THE BLACK ALBATROSS
(The DOCTOR and KEWPER emerge
from below deck and creep carefully to KEWPER's boat.)
4. EXTERIOR OF THE CHURCH
(PIKE, CHERUB and the SQUIRE stand
by the entrance to the church.)
SQUIRE: (laughing) I feel well free of these
vagabonds.
PIKE: Such guile and wisdom, eh Mister Cherub? A
master of men, no less.
CHERUB: Indeed, sir, a kid glove upon
an iron hand.
PIKE: I wish it were always so easy to, eh,
guide the officers of the revenue. (They laugh.) But I have not the
quickness of wit of ye, Squire.
CHERUB: Such subtle ways
gladden my soul.
SQUIRE: Indeed, if one has the brains, 'tis
pity they be not used, eh?
PIKE: Rid of both law and villainy.
Indeed sir Squire, I find myself trusting ye more and more.
(While they
talk they move until they stand around a tomb.)
CHERUB: With you to lead us, sir, all fears are dispelled.
How can we fail?
SQUIRE: Indeed, we cannot. But I would
surprise you more.
PIKE: How is that, sir
Squire?
SQUIRE: Why, like this.
(The SQUIRE presses a
decoration on the grave which conceals a secret switch, and the top of it slides
open revealing a store of smuggled goods.)
SQUIRE: The grave holds it's secrets, eh?
PIKE:
But few as wordly as this, eh?
SQUIRE: Silks, tobacco and
brandy, Captain. (laughs) This is our immediate cache, you
understand.
PIKE: Aye? Then where are we to place our
merchandise?
SQUIRE: Why, upon the beach where you'll be
met.
CHERUB: Whyfore not here?
SQUIRE: This is
our domain, the sea is yours. Our routes and methods must remain our own. But
have no fear, (laughs) this will be emptied before tomorrow's
tide.
5. OUTSIDE THE SQUIRE'S HALL
PIKE: Tomorrow night, then, sir, at the time
arranged.
SQUIRE: Yes, a small beacon will be lit upon the
shore at two past twelve. There you'll be met.
PIKE: What if
there is any danger?
SQUIRE: A second fire will be lit close
by.
PIKE: Why then, we are suited. Except for
payment.
SQUIRE: Oh, that's soon settled. Not here, not now.
Over wine and food, what say you?
(PIKE and the SQUIRE walk off
together. Cherub is watching them from his hiding place in a nearby
bush.)
6. THE STABLES AT THE INN
(BLAKE leads the still bound POLLY
and BEN into the stables. He takes off BEN's gag, and BEN grunts with relief. To
their amazement, BLAKE then begins to untie BEN.)
BEN: Ay.
POLLY: What are you
doing?
BLAKE: Well is it not obvious?
BEN:
Well yeah, but why release us, mate?
BLAKE: I
know...
BEN: Whose side are you on?
BLAKE: I
know you not, but of your tale and the Squire's, I would rather trust your
word than his.
POLLY: Well, thank goodness somebody believes
us. Ah, can you untie me then?
BLAKE: Aye.
BEN:
Yeah, I was getting worried.
BLAKE: I have not said I hold
you in complete trust.
BEN: Oh no, I know, because we're
strangers. Anyway, mate, as long as you're against the Squire and those other
two layabouts, we're with you.
POLLY: But why don't you trust
the Squire?
BLAKE: Word of mouth has it that the Squire rules
the smuggling ring, but as yet I have no proof.
BEN: What, can
we help?
BLAKE: No, no. This calls for armed
men.
POLLY: Armed men? Are you expecting something to
happen?
BLAKE: Did you not observe the two men who were with
the Squire? Seamen, both.
BEN: Sailors?
POLLY:
Bringing goods for smuggling!
BLAKE: Aye, more than
likely. And soon. This night or tomorrow, they will land their
goods.
BEN: And then you'll be there and nab
them!
BLAKE: Only if I can get men in time. Otherwise I
can do nothing.
POLLY: But if these two sailors were
smugglers, what would they want with the Doctor?
BEN: Who knows? He's got a funny way of landing himself right in it all the
time.
BLAKE: This friend of yours, the one you call the
Doctor, is he a... a learned man?
BEN: Oh, not
half.
BLAKE: Ah, more's the pity. A soldier or a mercenary at
this point would be mighty advantageous.
POLLY: The Doctor may
not be a soldier, but he's jolly crafty at getting himself out of trouble. At
least he was when we were in London.
BEN:
Yeah.
DOCTOR: (entering and surprising them all)
Yes, and why not here, my dear?
BEN and POLLY:
Doctor!
POLLY: What happened to you? Where did they take
you? How did you escape?
DOCTOR: Oh, my dear child, my dear
child, control yourself. Let it suffice that I did escape in the company of
Kewper. You remember, the innkeeper?
BEN: But he's in with the
Squire.
DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. Yes, yeh, eh...
(The
DOCTOR is distracted as KEWPER enters, and he goes to talk with him in the
background.)
BLAKE: Kewper is thought to be
deeply involved, and he knows me.
(BLAKE steps back into the shadows as
the DOCTOR brings KEWPER into the conversation.)
KEWPER: We came to rescue you lads. We know who killed the
Churchwarden.
POLLY: Who did, then?
KEWPER:
Well, the villain they call Cherub.
(BLAKE comes back into
view.)
BLAKE: The villain who is now involved in more villainy with
your Squire.
KEWPER: Ay, Mister Blake!
POLLY:
It's true. And what's more, Mister Blake knows that Ben and I are innocent
and it's you and Squire that are...
BEN: No,
Polly!
(KEWPER draws a pistol.)
KEWPER: It's a trap you set for me, is it? Did I but know
that you were a revenue spy...
BLAKE: No, master
Kewper.
KEWPER: Stand from me, I say. Aye, Doctor, but that
you saved me from death I'd slay you now. But the next time we meet, look not
for pity then.
(KEWPER leaves.)
7. OUTSIDE THE STABLES
(KEWPER mounts a horse and begins to
ride off. BLAKE comes out of the stables after him.)
KEWPER Take that!
BLAKE Stop in the name of
the law!
(KEWPER fires a shot over his shoulder at BLAKE, who is forced
to duck for cover. KEWPER rides away unhindered.)
8. PIKE'S CABIN
JAMAICA Captain, they tricked me into it. I swear it was no
fault of mine.
PIKE Aargh, ye black-souled scum!
Escaped!
JAMAICA: But, Captain.
PIKE: I'll
tear your liver out and feed it to the sharks, ye sea slime.
(PIKE
throws JAMAICA to the ground.)
JAMAICA: It was the old man, Captain. He cast a spell on me,
I swear it.
PIKE I'll cast a spell on ye, me pretty
death's-head. A spell that'll run from ear to ear.
Escaped!
JAMAICA: 'Twas the black arts,
Captain.
PIKE: Aaghr.
JAMAICA: Spare me, Captain.
Spare me.
PIKE: I'll keelhaul ye from here to Port Royal.
Where did they make for?
JAMAICA: I know, Captain. I
know.
PIKE: Then speak, boy, while ye still have
breath.
JAMAICA: I heard them speak, Captain. They said about
going to see the Squire.
PIKE: Ah, that buffoon, what good'll
he be to them?
JAMAICA: They said that he was the
law.
PIKE: Aye, had he a will he'd call the militia, but I
doubt he'll do that.
JAMAICA: Captain, do you think he would
lay a trap?
PIKE: It follows, Jamaica.
JAMAICA:
So we have to surprise them, Captain.
PIKE: Ye speak
straight, Jamaica. They expect us tomorrow night at two of the
clock.
JAMAICA: Then, we must go tonight at
one.
PIKE: Jamaica, you'd have made a fine skipper but you're
short on guile. Any dark of the night they'll expect us. We'll spike 'em.
We'll land by day. Some will go direct to the church and loot the smugglers
horde. Me and Cherub will seek Avery's gold.
JAMAICA: Aye,
Captain, plunder the inn, the village, and the Squire's fine
hall.
PIKE: Aye, 'twill be a merry night, but not for
ye.
(PIKE takes out his knife and turns on JAMAICA.)
JAMAICA: Captain. Captain. I beg thee. No! No! No!
Ahh!
(JAMAICA cries out as he is stabbed.)
PIKE: Fare ye well Jamaica.
(Pike uses a handkerchief
to wipe the blood from his knife blade an and drops it on Jamaica's
body.)
9.THE DECK OF THE ALBATROSS
PIKE: Cherub! Cherub! Where in blazes of Hell are you?
Cherub! (to a sailor) Where's Cherub? Speak, boy.
SAILOR:
Not aboard, Captain. Not aboard.
PIKE: Not aboard? Where in Satan's name is he?
10. THE INN
(The DOCTOR, BEN, POLLY and BLAKE are exchanging
details of the situation.)
DOCTOR: Pike intends to sack the old church, and at the same
time search for Avery's treasure.
BLAKE: Indeed? Strange
secrets, these. But when?
DOCTOR: Well, I can't be exact, sir,
but pretty soon. I should say tonight or tomorrow night.
BLAKE:
Ah, then help is desperately needed if these pirates are to be
thwarted.
DOCTOR: Yes, especially if, as Kewper thinks, that,
eh, the village will be pillaged and burnt too.
BEN: Ay, what
for?
BLAKE: 'Tis Pike's way. Death is second nature to
him.
DOCTOR: Yes, at least the smugglers will have prior
knowledge of Pike's plan now that Kewper has escaped.
BLAKE:
If they're at each other's throats, this should give me the time I need to
get men and arms.
DOCTOR: Yes, be off with you,
sir.
BLAKE: Aye.
(BLAKE walks to the door and calls
through it.)
BLAKE: Stable boy! Here, I say!
POLLY:
Perhaps they'll just fight it out between them.
BLAKE: No,
no, when their blood is up nothing will stand before them.
(Tom
enters.)
BLAKE: Stable boy, get me my horse, quickly. Quickly, I say!
Pray God I'll be back soon enough.
(BLAKE leaves.)
11. OUTSIDE THE INN
(BLAKE mounts his horse and rides
away.)
12. INSIDE THE INN
BEN: Well, we can leave this place anytime we
like.
POLLY: We can't get down to the cave until next low
tide.
DOCTOR: Oh, my child, explain yourself.
BEN:
Well, Doctor, in the crypt at the old church there's this secret
passage.
DOCTOR: Oh yes, you mean that place where the revenue
man came out of?
BEN: Yeah, but you don't know where it leads
to -- smack down to where the TARDIS is! So all we've got to do is get back to
the old church, go down the passage, and we're away, mates.
POLLY:
Oh, thank goodness for that.
DOCTOR: Eh.
BEN:
What's the trouble, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, I'm afraid, my
boy, we can't leave at the moment.
POLLY: What? But why
not?
DOCTOR: Yes, well I know it's really difficult for both
you to understand, but I'm under moral obligation.
BEN: Well,
about what? We've got no ties here.
DOCTOR: Well, it's
this village. I feel that I might be responsible for it's destruction. And
therefore I must at least try and avoid this danger until Blake comes
back.
BEN: Yeah, but you heard what Blake said. We wouldn't
stand a chance against Pike's mob. They're a right bunch of
yobbos.
POLLY: We wouldn't stand a chance.
DOCTOR:
Ah, wouldn't we, my dear? Hmm, hmm, hmm.
BEN: Well, what
does that mean?
DOCTOR: Well, you seem to forget, young man,
that I've already met Pike, and I know something that he doesn't -- the clue
to the treasure. Hmm, hmm, hmm.
POLLY: So, the poor old
churchwarden did tell you something.
BEN: Oh, what are you up
to now?
DOCTOR: Well, I think if we are able to find that
treasure first, we might be able to bargain.
BEN: Well, I
don't fancy... I can't see him standing around chatting.
DOCTOR:
Yes, and it's going to give us enough time for Blake to come back here,
and the same time to save the people in this village. Hmm,
hmm.
POLLY: It would be awful to do
otherwise.
BEN: Oh, a right couple of nut cases you two are.
Oh, well alright, I'll try anything once.
DOCTOR: Well said, my
boy. Now let's get down to the church and hope that our luck still holds out.
Come on, come on.
(They all go to leave.)
BEN: Hey Tom. Thanks again, mate.
POLLY: Bye,
Tom.
(They leave.)
13. OUTSIDE THE INN
(TOM watches as the DOCTOR, BEN and POLLY
leave. While he does, CHERUB sneaks up behind TOM and then grabs him, holding a
knife to his neck.)
CHERUB: They've gone, haven't they, Tom. Be a good lad and
tell me where, eh?
14. SQUIRE'S HALL
KEWPER: I tell you it is Pike.
SQUIRE: I've
been tricked, and by him.
KEWPER: At least you've lived to
tell the tale.
SQUIRE: To think that I've delivered our plans
into his evil hands. What are we to do?
KEWPER: We must play
them at their own game, only more skillful, as with a fox.
SQUIRE:
I...I do not relish crossing swords with Pike's hook.
KEWPER:
If we but stick to clear thought we will not sink. And even better, we may
profit.
SQUIRE: How profit?
KEWPER: His real
reason in coming here was but to spy out the land. His greater interest lies
in treasure.
SQUIRE: Treasure?
KEWPER: Avery's
gold, or part of it.
SQUIRE: Here? In these
parts?
KEWPER: Longfoot, the Churchwarden, was at one time one
of this notorious band. They tracked him to his lair, knowing him to have the
gold or secret access to it. They now firmly believe that it is hidden below
the church.
SQUIRE: Avery's gold?
KEWPER: A
dream to conjure with.
SQUIRE: Indeed, and hidden within our
grasp, eh? But don't men say this gold is tainted?
KEWPER: Any
villainy would be worthwhile for this end. So we must act.
SQUIRE:
But how? And without bloodshed?
KEWPER: Well, by guile, I
say. They will come soon, so we must come the sooner.
SQUIRE:
Aye, forestall the villains and leave them nothing,
eh?
KEWPER: Aye, but later this night they will be upon us
without a doubt. Now, a trap must be laid.
SQUIRE: Aye, we
have the time.
KEWPER Once we have the treasure, we are made
men. But they are to be crushed, or we are dead men.
SQUIRE:
But I have told him of the shore and the tomb wherein our store is
hid.
KEWPER: Then we know the path that they must follow this
night. So twenty hidden muskets and they are done for.
SQUIRE:
Aye, and here's a triumph for law and order. (they
laugh)
KEWPER: Ah, indeed. But first to the church and
Avery's gold.
SQUIRE: Aye, away. Come man. Birch, I
say!
(They leave.)
15. OUTSIDE THE SQUIRE'S STABLES
(The SQUIRE and KEWPER are
preparing to ride off.)
SQUIRE: Have we no clue, no knowledge of any burial place?
KEWPER:
No one I know save the strange doctor knows Longfoot's
secret.
SQUIRE: Hmm, then we must search even
harder.
KEWPER: We ride alone?
SQUIRE: To be
sure, to be sure.
(They mount their horses.)
SQUIRE: No, we will admit no other soul into this but
ourselves. Avery's gold snatched clean from 'em.
KEWPER: I
would see their faces at the empty chests. But sooner I would see them
dead.
SQUIRE: (spurring on his horse) Now come on, hyup,
hyup.
(They ride away.)
16. A COUNTRY ROAD SOMEWHERE
(BLAKE is riding furiously on his
way to get help.)
17. THE CHURCHYARD
POLLY: Well, here we are. Now where do we start
looking?
BEN: What did the Churchwarden tell you,
Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh, for heavens' sake boy, some kind of code
and I'm trying to work it out. Hmm, hmm.
BEN: I'm
sorry.
POLLY: Let him get on with it. He'll tell us when he's
got it.
BEN: Weird lot of tombstones, aren't
they?
POLLY: They're rather super, aren't they. Hey, let's try
and find the oldest.
BEN: Yeah, OK. (They look.) Hey
Duchess, have a butchers at this one. Fifteen Ninty-two!
POLLY:
That's not old, soppy. Don't forget we're not in the twentieth century.
This is sixteen hundred and something.
BEN: Oh yeah, I forgot.
(They look some more.) Hey this one's a laugh. 'Henry Hawksworth, he
did die, of drinking too much small beer when he was dry.' (They
laugh.)
POLLY: Some of these old names are
fantastic.Hey, listen to
this: 'Lucinda Maltree' (They laugh.)
DOCTOR: What did
you say, dear?
POLLY: Lucinda Maltree.
DOCTOR:
Eh, no, no , before. Eh, eh, these names. Eh, yes, yes, that's
it!
POLLY: What is?
DOCTOR: Yes, of course.
Dead man's secret.
BEN: What?
DOCTOR: Yes,
yes, of course. That's the answer to the puzzle. Heh, yes. All these dead
people. Hmm.
BEN: What, here in the
graveyard?
DOCTOR: No. No, not here.
POLLY:
Hey, in the crypt!
DOCTOR: Yes, my dear. Exactly! Good
heavens, what an impossi... eh, well, you are inspired. Come on,
quickly.
(They rush into the church.)
18. THE CHURCH CRYPT
BEN: What the heck are we looking for,
Doctor?
POLLY: What was the secret the Churchwarden told you,
Doctor?
DOCTOR: Ah, it was... ah, it was some kind of rhyme.
Now let me see. Eh, eh, 'Dead man's secret key. Ringwood, Smallbeer and
Gurney.' Hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm.
BEN: 'Dead man's secret.' Well,
that means names on tombstones. But how does that help?
DOCTOR:
Well, we must find these names, mustn't we. Yes, that'll be the first
step. Hmm, hmm.
BEN: Well look, don't you want to see the
secret passage?
DOCTOR: Oh yes of course, dear boy, well,
where is it? Where is it? Hmm?
BEN: Up
here.
DOCTOR: Ah. Hmm.
(BEN shows the DOCTOR where the
door is hidden, and slides it open.)
DOCTOR: Yes. Oh, that's very clever. Yes. Very clever indeed,
yes. Heh, heh. Now just shut it up again, will you. Then we can get on. Hmm,
hmm.
BEN: OK, you're the governor.
(BEN slides the door
shut again, and he and the DOCTOR move back towards the graves where POLLY is
already searching.)
POLLY: Ringwood! I found Ringwood.
DOCTOR:
Oh, good my dear. Well, continue with the search. And then the sooner
we'll have better... you know, the sooner we find the secret.
BEN:
Hey, Polly. Gurney! That's two of 'em.
POLLY: Only one
more to go.
BEN: Come on, Smallbeer. Let's have
ya.
DOCTOR: Ah. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Yes!
19. OUTSIDE THE CHURCH
SQUIRE: Below the church, aye, in the
crypt.
KEWPER: Open? But this is strange
indeed.
SQUIRE: Are we forestalled?
KEWPER: We
will see. But we best proceed with caution.
SQUIRE: Aye,
they'd be few in number, I'd say.
KEWPER: Aye, no guards, no
horses.
SQUIRE: Pike would be more
watchful.
KEWPER: And Blake would be better
equipped.
SQUIRE: Could it be this pestiferous
Doctor?
KEWPER: If it is, then providence is on our
side.
SQUIRE: Hmm?
KEWPER: For he holds the
secret of the treasure, of that I'm sure.
SQUIRE: Then let us
find him out.
KEWPER: We will.
(They go into the
church.)
20. THE CRYPT
DOCTOR: Well now, we've found our three names. Hmm,
hmm.
BEN: Well I'm blowed If I can see how it
helps.
POLLY: Nor me.
DOCTOR: Yes, of course,
yes. It would help if we found four names.
BEN: What, another
dead man's name?
DOCTOR: Yes, exactly. Yes,
exactly.
POLLY: What are you talking about yet, Doctor? Tell
us.
DOCTOR: Well, my dear, I...
KEWPER:
(entering with his pistol drawn) Aye, Doctor, tell
'em.
DOCTOR: And what are you doing here,
sir?
KEWPER: The same as you, my friend. Seeking Avery's
treasure.
SQUIRE: Aye, he may not have murdered the
Churchwarden, but this does indeed show you're more than innocent
travelers.
DOCTOR: And what name might yours
be?
SQUIRE: Edwards, sir, Squire Edwards, local
magistrate.
KEWPER: Oh, let's not waste time on formal
greetings. The secret, old man.
DOCTOR: For what
purpose?
SQUIRE: To forestall Pike, and...
BEN:
And line your own pockets. Yeah, fine magistrate you
are.
KEWPER: Hold your tongue, cur. Riches are for them that
takes 'em.
DOCTOR: I hope you don't expect me to help
you.
KEWPER: You'll talk, Doctor, or these young sprigs will
die for it.
(KEWPER threatens BEN and POLLY.)
DOCTOR: Here, now. Be careful sir.
SQUIRE:
Nay, nay, Kewper, surely not.
KEWPER: Oh, be not
lilly-livered now. This gold is not for weaklings.
SQUIRE: I
will not kill in cold blood.
KEWPER: He knows the secret. He
must be made to talk.
SQUIRE: Not by this unholy threat. Let
them be bound and we'll make our search ourselves.
KEWPER:
What, and waste precious time? This is madness. The threat alone and he
will talk.
SQUIRE: Not even that will I stomach, sir. Better
behave like gentlemen.
KEWPER: Gentlemen? Was this gold got by
gentlemen? Is it now to be got by kindness?
SQUIRE: I will
have my way, sir!
KEWPER: Don't truss up thy temper, I
say.
(While they argue, Cherub enters stealthily with a knife and pistol
drawn.)
SQUIRE: Rogue, I could have thee hanged if I wro'.
KEWPER: Threaten you me with the rope? Then you shall
stand with me on the gallows.
SQUIRE: You grow
overbold.
KEWPER: The rope will make more mark on your fine
skin!
(CHERUB throws his knife into KEWPER's back, and then shoots the
SQUIRE. POLLY screams with her hands over her mouth.)
(The series theme music begins. White credits scroll up over the ending
scene. The scene fades to a black background as the white credits continue to
scroll up.)
Dr. Who
WILLIAM HARTNELL
Polly
ANNEKE
WILLS
Ben
MICHAEL CRAZE
Cherub
GEORGE A.
COOPER
Squire
PAUL WHITSUN-JONES
Captain Pike
MICHAEL
GODFREY
Jacob Kewper
DAVID BLAKE KELLY
Blake
JOHN
RINGHAM
Jamaica
ELROY JOSEPHS
Title Music by
RON
GRAINER
and the BBC
RADIOPHONIC WORKSHOP
Story Editor
GERRY
DAVIS
Designer
RICHARD HUNT
(After the
designer credit rolls up and off the black screen, the producer credit fades
in.)
Producer
INNES LLOYD
(The
producer credit fades out. The director credit and BBC logo fade in.)
Directed by
JULIA SMITH
BBC tv
1966
(The BBC logo fades out to the black background.
The series theme music ends.)