Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 4, Episode 34 - The Faceless Ones: Episode 4 - full transcript

When Spencer attempts to kill them, the Doctor, Jamie and Sam become convinced Chameleon Tours are hiding something and Sam decides to book a ticket on one of their flights.

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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- All set.
- BLADE: Good.

You wanted to know what was
the secret of Chameleon Tours.

Well, Inspector...

(WHOOSHING)
- See for yourself.

Doctor!

SPENCER: He's dead!

You're coming with me.

I'll not leave him.

You have five seconds
to change your mind.

You'll have to kill me then.



I said five seconds.

- Five, four, three...
(CLUNKING)

Samantha!

(GRUNTS)

(BODIES THUD)

(BUZZING)

I suppose there's no use my asking
where this plane's going to.

You will know soon enough.

This is plane number three to base.

Inform the Director that I have
an original for him as ordered.

I am delivering him now,

and will return immediately
to Gatwick Airport.

Jamie? Are you all right?

Aye. Th... They've not harmed you,
have they?



No, but I can't move. (SIGHS)

- Doctor?
- Are you all right?

What's happening? I... I can't move.

(LASER BUZZING)
- What's that?

I... I don't know. It's a beam of light.

Aye.

JAMIE: Doctor, it...
It's moving towards us!

(SAMANTHA GASPS)

That's just a small foretaste
of what'll happen to us

if we don't move and quickly. (GRUNTS)

- But I can't move, Doctor.
- Neither can I.

Oh. Wait a minute. (STRAINING)
I can move one arm.

But I can't move away!

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Oh, Doctor!
Can't you do anything to stop it?

No.

Oh. Wait. One thing.

It's a long chance
but it just might work.

Have you got a mirror in that bag?

- Yes.
- Let's see.

(STRAINING)

- Yes, that'll do. Hand it to me.
- I can't.

I can't move my hand.
Jamie, can you take it?

- Have you got it?
- No, careful!

- Take it!
- Got it!

Right now, see if you can point it
at that laser gun.

- Eh?
- That thing on the wall.

I'll try, Doctor. But why?

Well, if you can reflect the light back,
we've got a chance.

Can't you prop it up on something?

No, it won't work. I'll have to hold it.

- But your hand.
- It's a risk I'll have to take.

Quick, Jamie! Now!

Oh, well done!

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Why... I can move.

I... I wonder if...

Do you think that's what's happened
to Ben and Polly, Doctor?

- No.
- Are you sure?

I think they were needed
for some purpose.

We weren't.

We were obviously
too dangerous for them.

But to try and do something like this,
in broad daylight.

Yes. That means only one thing,
I'm afraid.

Their plans are almost complete.

We'll have to act fast
if we're going to save Ben and Polly.

And Brian,
or have you forgotten about him.

No, I've not forgotten him Sam,

but if my guess is right,
they're all in the same place.

- And where's that?
- I don't know. Wait!

- The first aid post.
- Hey?

We saw a first aid post
on that monitor.

- Aye.
- DOCTOR: We must find it.

Come on, you're not going
to sit there all day are you?

Just a minute. We can't all go down
to the Medical Unit.

All right. What can I do?

Did you get a good look
at the man who tried to kill us?

I'll say. I had my arms
around his neck. Ugh.

Go down to the Chameleon Kiosk,

-and see if he comes in or out.
- Right.

But be careful. Don't let him see you.

Me be careful! You two watch out
for yourselves. I'll be okay.

She's got a lot of courage,
that wee lass, Doctor.

Yes. I just hope she doesn't try
to be too adventurous.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Who are you?

Steven Christopher Jenkins.

Where do you live?

With my parents in Wimbledon.

Employment?

I'm an Immigration Officer,
at Gatwick Airport.

(DOOR OPENING)
- DOCTOR: Come along, easy.

You'll be all right.
Now, come along, take it easy.

We'll have you as right as rain
in a minute.

(JAMIE GROANS)
- Now just get you down here.

- There we are. Ah. Splendid.
- How am I doing, Doctor?

Very well but don't overdo it.

Yes, this is the room.
We saw on the TV monitor.

(JAMIE GROANING)

If the tablets do not help,
come and see me again.

What's the matter with him?

It's a rare tropical disease, Nurse.
I'm his doctor.

If he... If he doesn't rally soon
we shall, er...

We shall have to use Somnalin.

- Somnalin?
- Yes, yes, Somnalin.

I shall have to get him
somewhere to lie down. Um...

Oh, yes, this will do nicely.

I'm afraid you can't go there.

Why not?
It's just an X-ray room, isn't it?

Isn't that a couch behind the screen.

I'm sorry, Doctor.
You can't take your patient in there.

You refuse to help my patient?

Oh, it's not that.
I have someone coming for an X-ray.

Oh, I see. Well why didn't you tell me
in the first place.

Let's get you out of here.

- That Doctor is a menace to our plans.
- Then we must kill him.

- I tried. He must have escaped.
- They won't escape me.

No, wait.

This time, let them to come to us.

I've been paging him, Superintendent,
but he hasn't responded.

Yes, very well, sir.
I'll keep on trying.

Operator. Look, I booked a call
through to Athens, now what's happened?

Yes, very well,
I'll stay near the phone.

What's all this about?

Oh, Doctor, have you seen
Inspector Crossland?

Well, no. Why?

Well, Scotland Yard are looking for him,
and we can't find him anywhere.

Also, your Miss Briggs wants to see you.

But I told her to... Where is she now?

Well, she said something about
going to the Chameleon Kiosk.

Go down and join her, Jamie.
She's a very strong-headed young woman.

- See she doesn't come to any trouble.
- I'll keep an eye on her, Doctor.

(PHONE RINGING)

Commandant, did the Inspector
say where he was going?

Hmm? Oh, he said he was going to make
some enquires about Chameleon Tours.

And now he's disappeared?

Aren't you rather jumping
to conclusions?

I don't think so.

My two friends became involved
with Chameleon Tours,

and they've both disappeared.

However, you know what
I think has happened.

Yes, and you know what I think
about your ridiculous theory.

People from outer space, indeed.

Something the matter with you?

Commandant, I've found out
what's been happening.

Well, that's a step
in the right direction.

What I mean is I took the liberty
of phoning all the airports

that Chameleon Tours fly to.
The last on my list was Athens.

But don't you realise the expense
of phoning Athens.

Yes, I know, I'm sorry.
But what I found out is,

they never deliver any passengers.

What do you mean?
Never deliver any passengers...

It's absolutely true, sir.
They all say the same thing.

Dubrovnik, Athens, Rome.
They say they pick up young passengers

to take them off to other places, but...
None of them ever arrive anywhere.

Well, in that case,
they must be flying these young people

to some secret airfield. But why?

You're still thinking in Earth terms.

And I intend to go on doing so.

What was the name
of that Chameleon Pilot?

Captain Blade.

- And what time is the plane due back?
- About half an hour sir.

Right. After the turnaround,
we'll have it followed this time.

(QUIETLY) Might I have a word
with you, my dear?

Get me the RAF Station Manston.

(QUIETLY) I suspect that the Medical
Centre is connected with all this.

- Medical Centre? Oh, come on.
- Now please don't get like him.

Oh, yes, there is definitely
a connection.

Now, I would like to get in there
and have a look round.

But anyone can go in there.

But I would like to get
that nurse out of the way first.

Do you think you could manage it for me?

- You'll find that in order.
- SAMANTHA: Ta.

(CLEARS THROAT)

He said you'd do something silly.

SAMANTHA: Oh, yeah,
what else did he say?

He said you were headstrong.

Oh, great.

Look, you can tell the Doctor he's
not going to talk me out of this one,

and neither are you.

I'm going on the next Chameleon flight,
that leaves in half an hour.

Oh, look, don't you see

it's the only way
we can find out anything.

Oh, don't worry. I'll come back
and tell you all about it.

If you do come back.

Oh, it's only going to Rome.

And what makes you so sure
you'll find your brother in Rome?

Oh, I don't know.

But that's where
he was supposed to be going.

At least I'll be doing something.

Aye, but do you not realise
how dangerous it is.

Look, if you're sacred,
I'm certainly not.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
I wish the Doctor were here.

Oh!

Hey, maybe I could go with you.

Hey, now you're talking. Do you think
you can you raise the lolly?

- The lolly?
- The brass. The money.

Look it will cost you
twenty-eight quid... Pounds to you.

Oh, but that's a fortune.

I've never seen
that much money in my life.

I suppose I...
I couldn't take your place?

No.

The Doctor said it was
no job for a wee lassie.

A wee lassie!

- You can tell the Doctor...
- I'll say goodbye.

(KISSES)
(SAMANTHA GASPS)

Hey, kid! I can take care
of myself, you know.

I just wanted to make sure.

Mm-hmm. So, you can arrange
to have it followed?

Good.

Oh, I'll find out.
What time's the next Chameleon flight?

1530 hours to Rome, sir.

1530 hours heading south.

Right. And I'll let you know when
they request permission to start up.

- Cheerio, old man, and many thanks.
(HANGS UP PHONE)

Well, that's settled that.

The next Chameleon flight
will have an RAF fighter on its tail.

(GROANS)

Good grief.

Jean.Jean.

What's the matter with the girl?

Get me the Medical Centre.

Isn't it possible for your assistant
to come down here, Commandant?

But I'm not supposed to leave here.

All right, sir, if you insist.

(HANGS UP PHONE)

I'm just going off duty,
but this gentleman

will be pleased to attend to you.

- How do you feel now?
- Not too good.

I can't understand it.
She's never done this on me before.

Thank you, Nurse.
I feel much better now.

Well, there couldn't have been
much wrong then.

Have you had any lunch?

No, I've been so busy today,
I haven't even had any breakfast.

Then no wonder you didn't feel well.

Really, Commandant.

You must see that your staff
have time for regular meals.

I've never stopped her having her lunch!

I'm sure, Commandant.
But it has been known to happen.

- Now, look here.
- Very well done!

- Did I give you enough time?
- Ample time.

What is all this?
You weren't ill at all, were you?

It's all right, Commandant.
She was acting on my instructions.

- On your instructions?
- Yes. What do you think of these?

Now, what are these?

I think there's somebody
here who can tell us.

Excuse me.

Where's the chap who usually sits there?

Well he's probably off duty.

In that case, he'll be back on shift
in a couple of hours.

I see. Oh, well,
these will have to wait.

WOMAN: (OVER PA) Chameleon Youth Tours
announce the departure of their flight

number Four-One-Nine to Rome.

Will all passengers please assemble
in the departure lounge.

Don't forget your postcards.

Give them back to me,
and we'll post them for you in Rome.

Have you found your ticket yet?

I don't know.
I seem to have lost it somewhere.

But you remember me, don't you?
I bought the ticket off you.

There are so many people.
What was the name?

SAMANTHA: Samantha Briggs.
Oh, it had 5. Briggs on the ticket.

. Briggs has already checked in.

Oh, no! Well, who the heck...

Look, can you remember
what she looked like?

ANN: She? I seem to remember
a boy with that ticket.

SAMANTHA: Jamie! He '5 pinched it.
Look you have to stop him!

- I can't hold up the flight.
SAMANTHA“. But look.

I'm sorry, there "5 nothing more
I can do for you.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yes, all right. That's very kind of you.

You're very fortunate.
Your Jamie been found.

Oh, good. Well, who got it?

We can't tell you that I'm afraid,

but our manager would like to see you.
He's just through there.

Oh, right. Ta.

Now, who's got their postcards ready?

Er. You wanted to see me?

- Yes, indeed.
(SAMANTHA GASPS)

You won't escape again.

HESLINGTON: Chameleon Four-One-Nine.
Clearance correct.

BLADE: (OVER RADIO)
Chameleon Four-One-Nine. Taxi Clearance?

Chameleon Four-One-Nine.
Taxi following southern taxiway

for departure runway two-seven.

BLADE: (OVER RADIO) Roger.

Well, this time
they'll have the RAF on their tail.

How high can fighters
go these days, Commandant?

- Oh, ten miles plus.
- How futile.

- RAF Manston, sir.
- Oh, good.

Hello, old boy. The Chameleon Rome
flight's just taken off.

They're on Amber One,
at flight level two-one-zero.

Right. Good man.

You can unfasten
your seat belts now. Thank you.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, aye, I'll be all right.

Good.

That's the fifty-mile mark
they're passing now.

Normally you don't
plot them at this range?

No, there's too much traffic to control.
Once they're up and away

on their air corridor,
we're finished with them.

PILOT: (OVER RADIO)
Hello, Gatwick Airport.

This is RAF Two-Four-One.
How do you read me?

HESLINGTON: Gatwick Airport
to RAF Two-Four-One.

We read you loud and clear.

PILOT: Have the Chameleon
aircraft in sight.

Am following at 10,000 feet,
heading due south.

That's him. Right on the tail.

- So far so good!
-(RADIO CHATTER)

- All set.
(WHOOSHING)

(RADAR BEEPING)

Something's following us.

Another airliner going the same way?

No, it's too small.

It's a fighter. Give me a radar reading.

Two-three decimal seven-nine.

(PILOT YELPS)

Heslington, that fighter's off course.

Gatwick to RAF Two-Four-One.
Do you read me?

That plane isn't just off course.
Something's happened to it.

You're right. It's out of control.

Gatwick to RAF Two-Four-One.
Do you read me?

I don't think you'll get a reply.

It's fading, dropping out of our radar.

Jean, get me RAF Manston.
That plane's crashed.

Look at the Chameleon plane.
There's something wrong with that too.

- COMMANDANT: Hmm.
- It's standing still.

- Impossible.
- No, sir, the blip's stationary.

That can only mean one thing...

It's crashing, too.

BLADE: (OVER PA)
Report to the flight deck immediately.

How many people require passports

in order to leave the airport
on the next flight.

- Twenty-five.
- You missed this one here.

I'm sorry.

Carry on.

Negative report
from Air Sea Rescue, sir.

But with two aircraft ditching,
there must be some signs of wreckage.

Why do you think the Chameleon plane
crashed into the sea?

Because it disappeared
off our radar screen.

But it stood still first.

Because it must have collided with
the RAF plane and dropped like a stone.

Why do you think that?

You see, when a plane
on that radar appears to stand still,

it is in point of fact
dropping straight down.

- What about straight up?
- Oh, my dear Doctor!

To get above
our radar umbrella like that,

it'd have to climb vertically
until it was 100 miles high.

The darned thing
would be in outer space.

Exactly!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)