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DOCTOR WHO
THE STONES OF BLOOD
Written by
David Fisher
Part Two
(No overlap)
(ROMANA is clutching at hand holds in the cliff. Some of the cliff face crumbles away under her hand. Neither can her feet gain purchase. Her limbs are splayed, as the water rushes below her.)
ROMANA: Help! Help!
[EXT. Circle of stones]
(The De Vries coven have gathered. The DOCTOR is lying on the altar stone, still out.)
DE VRIES: Bind him to the stone.
MARTHA: (rushing forward) Leonard, I don't like this.
DE VRIES: It is the will of the Cailleach.
MARTHA: It's murder!
DE VRIES: We cannot question the will of the goddess.
MARTHA: Leonard, think. Think what you're doing.
(DE VRIES holds up the curved sword and clears some space at the DOCTOR's neck.)
DE VRIES: The Cailleach demands blood.
MARTHA: (raising her arm) She's never demanded a human sacrifice before.
DE VRIES: I dare not oppose her will. I dare not.
MARTHA: If it's her will, where is she? Why isn't she here?
DE VRIES: She will come.
MARTHA: Leonard, this man may be missed. He must have friends. Surely, if they inform the police-
DE VRIES: The Cailleach will have foreseen everything. We must have faith. She will come.
[EXT. Cliff]
ROMANA: (as the waters swirl, roiling below her) Help! Help me, somebody, help me!
[EXT. Circle of stones]
DOCTOR: (raising himself slightly) Hello. I hope that knife's been properly sterilised.
DE VRIES: Blasphemer!
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. You can catch all sorts of things off a dirty knife, you know. Lockjaw, tetanus, not to mention staphylococcal infections.
MARTHA: I'm not going to be a party to this.
DOCTOR: Good for you.
DE VRIES: Then don't be.
DOCTOR: Hold it. Does your Cailleach ride a bicycle?
DE VRIES: Bicycle?
DOCTOR: Yes.
DE VRIES: (holding the knife to the DOCTOR's neck) You'll die with blasphemy on your lips.
DOCTOR: It's just that I can see a bicycle approaching, unless I'm very much mistaken. Over here!
[EXT. Outside the circle]
DOCTOR [OC]: Help! Over here!
RUMFORD: (cycling nearer the camera) Hang on! I'm coming!
[EXT. Circle of stones]
(The knife is put away, and the coven leave the scene. RUMFORD arrives. Her bell dings, and she gets off the bike and approaches the DOCTOR, visible in the darkness through her bicycle lamp's light.)
DOCTOR: Phew!
RUMFORD: Good grief, man. What are you doing? You'll catch your death of cold.
DOCTOR: Well, you know how it is, Professor. I often get tied up in my job.
(She has a knife of her own, rather shorter, and sets about freeing him from his bonds.)
DOCTOR: Careful.
RUMFORD: Who were those people? They looked as if they were going to cut your throat.
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. Well, I don't think they'd quite made up their minds, but that was definitely one of their options. Why have you come back?
RUMFORD: I came back to give Romana a flask of tea. Knowing how irresponsible men are, I thought she'd still be waiting for you.
DOCTOR: But I thought she was with you.
RUMFORD: No, she stayed behind to wait for you.
DOCTOR: What? Then where is she?
[EXT. Cliff]
ROMANA: Help! Help! Is anybody there?
[EXT. Circle of stones]
DOCTOR: Romana! Romana! (to RUMFORD) Nothing.
RUMFORD: I don't want to be alarmist, but if she's lost on the moor, there are several old mine workings.
(A dog barks.)
RUMFORD: It can be very dangerous in the dark.
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. Ro-! Look.
RUMFORD: Oh, her shoes.
DOCTOR: Yes. Romana!
RUMFORD: Well, the only thing we can do is to organise a search party in the morning. Of course, if we had a dog-
DOCTOR: Dog! Professor Rumford. May I call you Emilia? Emilia, you're a genius.
RUMFORD: You have a dog?
DOCTOR: Have I got a dog.
(He blows his dog whistle.)
RUMFORD: Oh, that's one of those high-frequency whistles, isn't it?
DOCTOR: Yeah, something like that. Come on, K9.
[INT. TARDIS]
K9: (raising his head) Master. (He heads out the TARDIS door.)
[EXT. Circle of stones]
DOCTOR: Look, I'll try and meet him halfway. You stay here in case Romana comes back.
RUMFORD: Yes, of course. Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes?
RUMFORD: It's getting rather exciting, isn't it?
DOCTOR: What? Yes, yes, of course. Let's hope it doesn't get too exciting, eh?
[EXT. Outside the circle]
K9: Master.
DOCTOR: Shh. What? K9, why don't you bark or something?
K9: I'm not programmed to bark, Master.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, listen, never mind about that. I've got a job for you. Now, you've always wanted to be a bloodhound-
K9: Negative, Master.
DOCTOR: Yes, you have. Yes, you have.
K9: Negative.
DOCTOR: Shh. Now here's your chance. Find Romana.
K9: Programme achievable, Master. The mistress's scent, blood, tissue type, and alpha-wave patterns are all recorded in my databanks.
DOCTOR: Don't just talk about it, K9, do it. Do it!
K9: Getting direction, Master. I have the direction, Master.
DOCTOR: Good dog. Good dog. Well, go. (K9 speeds off.)
[EXT. Cliff]
K9: Mistress?
ROMANA: Oh, K9, I am pleased to hear you.
K9: Fear is unnecessary, Mistress. We shall rescue you. The Doctor master is with me.
ROMANA: Oh, no!
DOCTOR [OC]: Romana, where are you?
ROMANA: Keep away!
DOCTOR: What? What are you talking about?
ROMANA: K9, watch him!
DOCTOR: Stop messing about down there. Here, catch hold of this.
ROMANA: Oh no, I'm not giving you a second chance.
DOCTOR: Stop messing around down there. Come on, come on.
(The DOCTOR throws her the end of his scarf.)
DOCTOR: Come on.
ROMANA: You pushed me over the edge.
DOCTOR: Me? Never. Come on. Come on.
(She begins climbing the scarf. As soon as she's on solid ground, she pushes the DOCTOR back.)
ROMANA: Get away from me!
DOCTOR: What's the matter?
ROMANA: Who are you?
DOCTOR: What? You know very well who I-. K9, who am I? Well, go on, K9, tell her who I am. K9?
K9: Cross-checking. You are the Doctor master.
DOCTOR: There you are. I'm the Doctor.
ROMANA: Well if you didn't push me over this cliff, then who did? And believe me, it was no projection. You were solid. Well, it was solid.
DOCTOR: What, it looked exactly like me?
ROMANA: The image of you. Doctor, the third segment.
DOCTOR: Yes.
ROMANA: The power to transform objects, or at least their appearance.
DOCTOR: Yes.
ROMANA: Somebody's got it, and they've found a way of utilising its powers.
DOCTOR: Right.
ROMANA: Well, so what do we do?
DOCTOR: Get you a decent pair of shoes.
[INT. TARDIS]
(The DOCTOR paces until ROMANA returns from changing clothes and, more importantly, footwear.)
DOCTOR: Better?
ROMANA: Yes, thanks.
DOCTOR: Still got the tracer.
ROMANA: Of course.
DOCTOR: Good. I want you to check the stone circle again.
ROMANA: What do you think I was doing before you pushed me over the-? All right. There was no trace, I promise you.
DOCTOR: Well, it's got to be somewhere.
ROMANA: Well, it can't be there.
DOCTOR: Well, of course it can. (grabs his hat from atop the time rotor) How's your interspatial geometry?
ROMANA: Well, pretty rusty, but I still don't see how that explains-
DOCTOR: Good. Come on, let's go then.
(The DOCTOR leaves, and ROMANA squats beside K9.)
ROMANA: Do you understand, K9? I mean, how can a thing be in one place and yet not be in that place?
(K9 begins whirring and thinking.)
ROMANA: If you mean you don't know, why don't you just say so? (K9 follows her.)
[EXT. Circle of stones]
(VIVIEN gives RUMFORD a mug of tea poured from the flask she is carrying.)
VIVIEN: Oh, Emilia, don't blame yourself.
(RUMFORD waves off the tea.)
RUMFORD: Oh, I shouldn't have let him go off on his own. I shouldn't have let him go at all. He doesn't know the moor. I should have gone myself.
VIVIEN: Someone had to stay here in case the girl came back.
RUMFORD: And it should have been the Doctor.
[EXT. Outside the stone circle]
DOCTOR: Try the tracer again. Now.
(She removes it from her boot and tries. There is a fairly lively crackling.)
ROMANA: Yes. Definitely positive.
DOCTOR: Yes, that's what I thought.
[EXT. Circle of stones]
VIVIEN: I'm sure the Doctor's perfectly capable of looking after himself.
ROMANA: I'm not sure I'd entirely agree with that remark.
RUMFORD: Oh, thank heavens. You're safe. Doctor, she's safe. Good. (K9 enters) What's that?
DOCTOR: This is my dog. He's called K9.
RUMFORD: But he's mechanical!
K9: Affirmative.
RUMFORD: But isn't that rather-
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no no. They're all the rage in Trenton, New Jersey.
RUMFORD: Oh, really?
DOCTOR: Yes.
RUMFORD: Do you have to have a licence for one?
DOCTOR: No.
K9: Negative.
(ROMANA holds the tracer, which is crackling.)
VIVIEN: What's that?
DOCTOR: Oh, that's just a little gadget.
ROMANA: Doctor, it's here. It's definitely here.
VIVIEN: What is?
DOCTOR: Here somewhere.
ROMANA: I still don't understand.
DOCTOR: I think I'm beginning to. Professor Rumf-, er, Emilia? Come over here.
(He pulls RUMFORD aside to confer with her.)
DOCTOR: You've done a lot of research on the circle, haven't you?
RUMFORD: Oh, naturally.
DOCTOR: Legends, folklore, history?
RUMFORD: Oh, well, nobody's ever had to question the quality of my research.
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. Where do you keep your notes?
RUMFORD: Oh, back at Miss Fay's cottage.
DOCTOR: Would you show them to Romana?
RUMFORD: Oh, I'd be delighted. (She claps her hands together.)
DOCTOR: Good.
ROMANA: Where are you going, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I'm going to see Mister De Vries.
ROMANA: What, after what he did to you?
DOCTOR: Because of what he did to me. I think that Mister De Vries is a very worried man, and worried men often sing worried songs. Come along, K9.
RUMFORD: Come on, girls. Back to the cottage. I've got lots of research to show you. Hop on the back.
ROMANA: Er, do you mind if I just walked?
RUMFORD: Oh, nonsense. You may find it rather hard.
VIVIEN: It'll be a new experience for you. No need to be afraid.
[INT. De Vries study]
DE VRIES: (clutching her upper arms) Where's the bird? Where's the raven?
MARTHA: It was here. Perhaps-
DE VRIES: It's gone! Too late! Cailleach, great goddess, have mercy! (He kneels.)
MARTHA: (terrified) What's that?
DE VRIES: Too late!
(A pulsating stone passes the window in front of the pair.)
DE VRIES: Get out of here, Martha. (runs to her) As fast as you can. Quick!
MARTHA: Leonard, I'm not going to leave you.
(Panes of glass break.)
DE VRIES: Go!
[EXT. De Vries home]
K9: Danger, Master, danger.
DOCTOR: What?
(We hear the breaking glass from earlier.)
K9: Unidentified aliens.
(And a female scream.)
DOCTOR: Come on, K9.
[INT. Entryway]
(The DOCTOR examines DE VRIES and MARTHA amid the remains of furniture.)
DOCTOR: Dead. Skull smashed to pulp. So much for serving the Cailleach.
K9: Master.
DOCTOR: What?
(K9's chin gestures to white powder on the floor.)
K9: That is silicon, Master.
DOCTOR: I wonder where that came from.
K9: From whatever attacked those two humans. There is a trail. It leads through here.
DOCTOR: Steady, K9.
[INT. Study]
(This space too is now in bad shape.)
DOCTOR: Shh.
(He looks through an open French window and closes it.)
DOCTOR: Seems all clear, K9.
K9: Master?
(The DOCTOR faces away from the French windows, and behind him a pulsing orange stone can be seen. The French windows are pushed inward, onto the DOCTOR, and their glass smashed. K9 fires. The stone lumbers back whence it came, pursued by K9 at a distance.
The DOCTOR wakes and rises from the floor.)
DOCTOR: Stone. (he picks up a piece of rock that seems to have come from the standing stone that had been standing just there) K9?
(K9 fires outside.)
DOCTOR: K9?
(The stone growls.)
[INT. Vivien's cottage]
(RUMFORD brings ROMANA a mug of tea in the sitting room as she peruses the professor's works.)
RUMFORD: Here you are, my girl.
ROMANA: Oh, thank you.
RUMFORD: Vivien is making some sausage sandwiches. Nothing like sausage sandwiches when you're working something out. Well, now, any problems with the notes?
ROMANA: No, no, they're very full. Er, you say here that you've identified the Nine Travellers, our stone circle, as one of the three gorsedds of prophecy. What's a gorsedd?
RUMFORD: Old Welsh. A gorsedd is a place of augurs, people who foretell the future.
ROMANA: Ahh.
RUMFORD: There's an ancient Welsh triad that says - it's a three-line poem, oompity, bumpity... Oh, you'll find them in the notes.
VIVIEN: (enters with sausage sandwiches) The three gorsedds in the island of Britain are the gorsedd of Salisbury in England.
RUMFORD: And that's Stonehenge, of course.
(VIVIEN hands round sausage sandwiches.)
ROMANA: Thank you. (She is referring to her sausage sandwich.)
VIVIEN: The gorsedd of Bryn Gwyddon in Wales and the gorsedd of Boscombe Moor in Damnonium.
RUMFORD: And that's our Nine Travellers.
ROMANA: Yes, but why should this particular circle become a place of prophecy, of augury? You say yourself that there are a dozen or more stone circles in this part of the country.
RUMFORD: Oh, If I knew that, I'd be professor of megalithic archaeology at Bangor instead of that fool Idwal Morgan.
ROMANA: Erm, there is one thing which does strike me as rather curious.
RUMFORD: Hmm?
ROMANA: Well, until recently, the land the circle stands on has always been owned by a woman. Haven't you noticed? Lady Montcalm, Señora Camara, Mrs Trefusis. And if you go further back, right in the Middle Ages, it came under the control of the Mother Superior of the Convent of the Little Sisters of Saint Gudula.
VIVIEN: What does that prove? Lots of convents and monasteries owned enormous areas of land in the Middle Ages.
ROMANA: Yes, but here it was women, all women.
VIVIEN: What are you suggesting, Romana? Some kind of sisterhood that's been worshipping these stones for - when was the convent founded? Twelfth century, wasn't it? - for seven-hundred-odd years? That's a little bit hard to believe, isn't it?
ROMANA: Well, what other explanation is there?
VIVIEN: What about Mister De Vries? He doesn't quite qualify as a head of a sisterhood.
(RUMFORD chuckles.)
ROMANA: Well maybe he's not really the head. This convent, does it still exist?
RUMFORD: Oh, good heavens, no. And it was a man who saw to that, Henry the Eighth. It went the way of all flesh with the dissolution of the monasteries.
ROMANA: What about the convent records?
VIVIEN: Oh, I should think they were destroyed.
RUMFORD: Some of them could still be at the hall.
ROMANA: The hall? What hall?
RUMFORD: Mister De Vries's house. It was, er, built in 1572 on the old site of the convent.
ROMANA: Well, let's go and take a look. What are we waiting for?
RUMFORD: Oh, good girl! That's the spirit. No time like the present. Get my bike, Vivien.
ROMANA: Er.
VIVIEN: Romana can borrow mine. You won't be needing me with you, will you?
RUMFORD: No. Keep a good fire burning in case the Doctor comes back. Ah, here we are.
ROMANA: (to VIVIEN, who is still seated) What's that?
VIVIEN: A policeman's truncheon. Last year when she went to lecture in New York, she took it with her in case she got mugged.
ROMANA: And did she get mugged?
VIVIEN: No. She got arrested for carrying an offensive weapon.
RUMFORD [OC]: Come along, Romana. Tally-ho!
(The two depart.)
[INT. Entryway]
RUMFORD: (noting the destruction and disarray) Great Scott! What's happened? Who could have done this?
ROMANA: Doctor?
[INT. Study]
DOCTOR: Shh.
(He is working on a supine K9. Shredded paper tape is visible inside.)
ROMANA: Oh, K9, what have they done to you?
RUMFORD: Oh, poor little fellow. Is he badly hurt?
DOCTOR: I'll know in a moment.
K9: I did my best, Master, but it was so strong.
DOCTOR: What was it? (He pulls paper tape from within K9.)
K9: Silicon-based, globulin-deficient.
DOCTOR: What?
K9: Too strong.
DOCTOR: Globulin-deficient.
ROMANA: Is he all right?
DOCTOR: His entire circuit's nearly all burnt out.
ROMANA: Yes, but is it repairable?
K9: Initial damage report suggests not, Mistress. Advise cannibalisation of reusable parts.
DOCTOR: Aw, nonsense, K9, nonsense. We're not going to turn you into scrap yet, are we, Romana?
(They move a short distance away from K9.)
ROMANA: What can we do?
DOCTOR: His only chance is an entire circuit regeneration. How can we do that in time to save him? It might be kinder to remove the cerebral core now.
ROMANA: Oh no! If we remove the cerebral core, he's finished.
DOCTOR: What can we do?
ROMANA: A molecular stabiliser.
DOCTOR: What?
ROMANA: Is the TARDIS fitted with a molecular stabiliser?
DOCTOR: Yes, of course it was. All Type Forties were.
ROMANA: I thought so. We had a lecture once at the Academy. If I link up the molecular stabiliser to the circuit frequency modulator-
DOCTOR: Brilliant!
ROMANA: You really think so?
DOCTOR: What? Oh, well, I mean, it's quite ingenious anyway. It's worth a try.
ROMANA: Anything's worth a try. Look at him, he's on his last legs.
DOCTOR: Right. You get him back to the TARDIS and connect him up. I'll stay here with the professor and look for those bodies.
ROMANA: Right. (She leaves with K9.)
RUMFORD: Bodies? What bodies?
DOCTOR: De Vries and the woman. They've been killed by that creature. You heard what K9 said.
RUMFORD: Creature?
DOCTOR: It's globulin-deficient.
RUMFORD: Globulin? What's globulin?
DOCTOR: It's a protein found in blood plasma. The creature that kills them lives on blood.
[EXT. Circle of stones]
(The figure we saw earlier, in feathered garb and mask, brings a bowl of red liquid to the stone in its talons and pours the liquid in the hollow. The stone begins pulsating, and we hear the heartbeat sound.)
FIGURE: (with a female voice) Ogri, Ogri, you shall do my bidding. Do you hear, Ogri? Do you hear?
[INT. Study]
(There are great piles of books out.)
DOCTOR: Anything?
RUMFORD: Nothing prior to 1700. You?
DOCTOR: Nothing. I've searched the whole house. Completely empty. No secret passages, no hidden rooms, nothing. It's got to be here, though.
RUMFORD: What has?
DOCTOR: Well, the Cailleach.
RUMFORD: Oh, the witch hag?
DOCTOR: Yes.
RUMFORD: It's only a legend.
DOCTOR: Yes, I know. And so was Troy till dear old Schliemann dug it up. Morrigu, Cerridwen, call her what you like. In four thousand years I expect she's had quite a few names, but where is she, hmm? No statues, no images, no pi-. Of course! The missing paintings! They must be here somewhere.
RUMFORD: I don't see why the paintings are so important.
DOCTOR: What? Then why have they been hidden, hmm? Tell me that. Why have they been hidden? Beware of the birds, he said. The raven and the crow. The raven and the crow. Birds!
RUMFORD: Where? What?
(The DOCTOR touches a carving below the mantel. A section of the wall to the left of the fireplace opens.)
DOCTOR: Phew.
RUMFORD: (approaching) Oh, jumping Joshua. A priest hole.
DOCTOR: Well, certainly. The place is old enough. Come on!
(He enters the opening.)
RUMFORD: Wait for me, Doctor!
DOCTOR [OC]: Now mind these stairs. (Thump!)
[INT. TARDIS console room]
(ROMANA rummages within K9, who is on his side. She attaches leads to his bottom and activates something. She then leaves, satisfied. As she exits the TARDIS, she turns and notices the profile of several black birds atop the police box.)
[INT. Cellar]
(RUMFORD turns on a light. The DOCTOR points to a painting.)
DOCTOR: Look. Lady Montcalm, painted by Allan Ramsay.
RUMFORD: Good grief, I don't believe it.
(The DOCTOR picks up another painting and places it on a crate. He leans a third against the crate.)
DOCTOR: Lady Montcalm, Señora Camara, Mrs Trefusis.
(All show the same woman.)
RUMFORD: I know that face.
DOCTOR: So you should. It's your friend, Miss Fay.
[EXT. Outside the circle]
(ROMANA sees a red glow from the stone circle. She starts when a hand is placed on her shoulder.)
ROMANA: Oh, you scared the life out of me.
VIVIEN: Did I? I'm so sorry.
ROMANA: Look.
VIVIEN: Oh, is there something going on in the circle? Strange. Let's take a look, shall we?
[EXT. Circle of stones]
ROMANA: Vivien, what are you doing? You're hurting me.
VIVIEN: Hurry! (She throws ROMANA into the circle, showing us that she is wearing a familiar feathered robe.)
ROMANA: What's going on?
(VIVIEN shoots energy, which is blue, down a black rod at ROMANA.)
ROMANA: What are you doing?
(ROMANA vanishes in a cyclone of blue-lavender energy.)
The above notes, transcription, etc. by Anna Shefl
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