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DOCTOR WHO
THE STONES OF BLOOD

Written by
David Fisher

Part Three

(Overlap from Romana approaching the circle)

[INT. Cellar]

RUMFORD: She never told me she was related to the Montcalm family.
DOCTOR: She isn't. She is the Montcalm family, and the Trefusis family, and the Camara family. And no doubt she's the managing director of the firm that owns the circle now. These three portraits are of the same person.
RUMFORD: But look at the dates. There's a hundred and fifty years...
DOCTOR: So? What's a hundred and fifty years when you've been around for more than four thousand?
RUMFORD: You mean?
DOCTOR: Yes. She's the Cailleach.
(The local stone enters.)
DOCTOR: Run. Come on. Quick.
(The stone can't fit into the room, though it tries and does harm some of the less sentient stones around it in trying.)

[EXT. Outside the De Vries house]

RUMFORD: I never thought we'd get out of there alive.
DOCTOR: Come on, we're not clear yet. On you go.
(He shuts the door. They run toward the gates, where a second stone waits.)
DOCTOR: Fascinating, isn't it?
RUMFORD: Doctor, did I understand you correctly? That thing is made of stone?
DOCTOR: Yes, and it's closing on us fast.
RUMFORD: But it's impossible!
DOCTOR: No, it isn't. We're standing still.
RUMFORD: I meant a silicon-based life form is unknown, unheard of, impossible.
DOCTOR: Maybe it doesn't realise that.
(The stone make short work of the gates.)
RUMFORD: Doctor?
DOCTOR: What is it? What is it?
RUMFORD: In the cause of science, I think it our duty to capture that creature.
DOCTOR: How? Have you any plans?
(She produces the truncheon.)
RUMFORD: We could track it to its lair.
DOCTOR: Come on!

[EXT. Cliff]

RUMFORD: We're trapped!
(As the stone nears, the DOCTOR approaches the cliff. In silhouette, he removes his coat and waves it as a matador does his cape.)
RUMFORD: I know you're under considerable strain, Doctor, but please keep a grip on yourself.
(The stone heads for the DOCTOR, who steps to the side. The stone sends itself over the edge.)
DOCTOR: Ole!
(The two see the remains of the glowing mass sink into the water.)
RUMFORD: Is it dead, do you suppose?
DOCTOR: How do you kill a stone? Let's go and find its mistress, shall we? Come on.

[EXT. Circle of stones]

(VIVIEN in full bird dress is burning a circle around herself in the ground with her rod.)
DOCTOR: There's no need to wear a mask for our sake, Miss Fay.
(She removes the mask.)
RUMFORD: Vivien, what's going on? He, he says you're the Cailleach.
VIVIEN: I've been so many things, Emilia, for so many years.
DOCTOR: Well, it's all over now, Miss Fay.
VIVIEN: Oh, not really, Doctor. You see, I've got Romana.
DOCTOR: Where is she?
VIVIEN: Where you'll never be able to find her. Oh, she's perfectly safe. No need to worry, so long as you leave me in peace.
DOCTOR: Oh, well, you see, I can't do that, Miss Fay, because you've got something that I need, you see.
VIVIEN: I wouldn't come too close if I were you, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh, absolute nonsense.
(Reaching the perimeter of her circle, he is shocked.)
DOCTOR: A-ah! Static electrical charge. That's a very primitive force field.
VIVIEN: It's still very effective. Don't worry about Romana, Doctor. I should worry about yourself if I were you.
DOCTOR: Why?
VIVIEN: Count the stones, Doctor. Beware the Ogri.
(She disappears as Romana did at the start of the episode.)
RUMFORD: Extraordinary. What did she mean about the stones?
DOCTOR: Three of the stones are missing.
RUMFORD: Missing? What's happened to them?
DOCTOR: One went over the cliff, remember?
RUMFORD: Oh, you mean that thing was one of the stones?
DOCTOR: Yes. She called them the Ogri. Ogri. Of course! The Ogri. How silly of me.
RUMFORD: Ogri?
DOCTOR: Yes, from Ogros, their home planet. That's in Tau Ceti. Repulsive place covered in great swamps full of amino acids, primitive proteins which they feed on by absorption. Hence their need...
RUMFORD: What do you mean?
DOCTOR: ...of globulin, which is the nearest equivalent on Earth, hence the blood sacrificed on the stones. Anyway, you know all about the Ogri on Earth.
RUMFORD: Huh? You said there were three of these things.
DOCTOR: That's right.
RUMFORD: Here.
DOCTOR: Gog, Magog, Ogres. They can't be far away. Anyway, you and I've got work to do. Listen. Do you by any chance have any tritium crystals?
RUMFORD: Crystals?
DOCTOR: Yes, tritium crystals. Tritium crystals.
RUMFORD: Oh, but Doctor, what about Vivien? What about Romana?
DOCTOR: Professor, listen. You go back to the cottage and see if you can find any crystals. I'll go back to my TARDIS and see if I can pick up a few things.
RUMFORD: Yes, but where have they disappeared to? How are we going to find them?
DOCTOR: Professor, I don't know. That's why I need the crystals.

[INT. Vivien's cottage]

(The DOCTOR cranks a tripod down. To it is attached an antenna and something that is under a tea towel at the moment.)
RUMFORD: (entering) These are the only crystals I could find apart from a packet of Epsom salts.
(He samples the contents of her jar, then listens to it.)
DOCTOR: (approvingly) Mmm. Well done, Professor. I knew she must have them somewhere. It's the only way she could power that wand of hers.
(He tips them into a small pot at the top of his creation, to a sound effect. He removes the tea towel. Beneath, a purple tube sticks out, with a saucer and ball on the end.)
DOCTOR: Yes.
(He adds another antenna to the contraption. The tube is at the front of it. A control box is at the operator's end.)
RUMFORD: I still don't understand where Romana and Vivien are.
DOCTOR: Hyperspace.
RUMFORD: Hyperspace?
K9: Hyperspace is an extension to the special theory of relativity propounded by Einstein. Einstein's theory states-
DOCTOR: Now, now, K9. K9, don't overstrain your databanks. You're not fully recovered yet.
K9: Circuitry regeneration seventy-five per cent completed.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, didn't I give you some calculations to be getting on with?
K9: Calculations cannot be completed until you have finished constructing the equipment.
DOCTOR: All right, all right. Why don't you stop interrupting me and let me get on with it, then? (to RUMFORD) He's a terrible old gasbag.
RUMFORD: I still don't understand about hyperspace.
DOCTOR: Well, who does?
K9: I do.
DOCTOR: Oh, shut up, K9. It's all to do with interspatial geometry.
RUMFORD: Oh, I never studied that.
DOCTOR: Well, I'm not surprised. They gave up teaching it two thousand years ago, even on Gallifrey.
RUMFORD: Oh, I beg your pardon?
DOCTOR: Here, look, how can I explain? Listen, Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity said-
RUMFORD: Said that you cannot travel in space faster than the speed of light, because the speed of light is a limiting factor. If you travelled more than a hundred and eighty thousand miles per second, you'd encounter the time distortion effect.
DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, well, he was nearly right.
RUMFORD: In fact, you'd arrive at your destination before you'd left your starting point. (She chuckles.)
DOCTOR: Yes. Absurd, isn't it?
RUMFORD: Oh, I don't know.
DOCTOR: I always thought it was fun, myself. I did try to explain the realities to poor old Albert, but he would insist that he knew best.
RUMFORD: Oh, they're all the same, these physicists. Oh, sorry.
DOCTOR: No, that's all right. I mean, apart from space warping, which he couldn't possibly understand, there is a theoretical way of avoiding the time distort.
RUMFORD: Is there really?
DOCTOR: Yes. Just pass me that screwdriver, will you? Yes, you operate in a different dimension, you see, in another kind of space.
RUMFORD: Otherwise hyperspace.
DOCTOR: Yes.
RUMFORD: But I still don't know where Romana and Vivien are.
DOCTOR: Listen. They're still in the circle, or whatever occupies that space in the other dimension.
RUMFORD: Oh, I see.
DOCTOR: Good. Perhaps you'll explain it to me sometime when you've got a few minutes to spare, hmm?
RUMFORD: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes?
RUMFORD: May I ask you a personal question?
DOCTOR: Well, I don't see how I can stop you asking.
RUMFORD: Are you from outer space?
DOCTOR: No.
RUMFORD: Oh.
DOCTOR: I'm more from what you'd call inner time.
RUMFORD: Ah.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, never mind about that now. K9, what do you think of this? Hmm? Well?
K9: The theory appears to be ingenious.
DOCTOR: Yes, but will it work?
K9: Affirmative. It will be effective on a setting of point nought nought three seven on the hyperspace scale.
DOCTOR: What, only on that end of the scale?
K9: Affirmative, Master.
DOCTOR: That means it'll burn out the circuits in about ten and a half seconds flat.
K9: Correction, Master. Circuits will burn out after thirty-one point two seven seconds.
DOCTOR: Thirty-one point two seven. Is that long enough to get me into hyperspace?
K9: Insufficient data, Master. Answer depends upon where in hyperspace and what is there when you arrive.
DOCTOR: Thank you very much, K9.
K9: Actual area of transportation beam will be small. It is imperative, therefore, that you mark your point of entry on arrival in order to facilitate finding it again for return.
DOCTOR: Good point, K9. Thank you. Come on, Emilia. I need your help. K9, let's go see if this works.

[INT. Circle of stones]

DOCTOR: Now, you understand what you've got to do?
RUMFORD: I think so. Switch on, and then wait until the needle points on the dial to oh oh three seven, then throw that lever.
DOCTOR: Right. Now remember, you've only got thirty seconds and then pow!
RUMFORD: Pow?
DOCTOR: Yes. Pow. Pow. 'Pow' is a, 'pow' is a technical expression, Professor. It means that all the microcircuitry will fuse into one great ung of molten metal.
RUMFORD: Yes, but what happens if the Ogri come back while you're wherever you'll be?
DOCTOR: Ah, now that's where K9 comes in. You see, he'll generate a force field a touch more sophisticated than Miss Fay's, and that should keep them out for a while.
RUMFORD: For how long?
K9: My power packs will be drained in approximately seventeen minutes, thirty-one point eight six seconds.
DOCTOR: There you are. Now, if they should break through, run as if something very nasty were after you, because something very nasty will be after you.
RUMFORD: Yeah, but what about you?
DOCTOR: Don't worry about me. I'll be doing plenty of that in any case.
RUMFORD: Yes, but how will you get back?
DOCTOR: You just switch on for thirty seconds, say, every half hour.
RUMFORD: If you think that'll work.
DOCTOR: Well, of course it'll work, and even if it doesn't work, what does it matter? You know what they say about hyperspace.
RUMFORD: No.
DOCTOR: They say it's a theoretical absurdity, and that's something I've always wanted to be lost in. Ready? Now switch on.
RUMFORD: Er, oh oh two two, oh oh three three, oh oh three seven.
DOCTOR: Now!
(The machine's business end sparks and pffts, with a bit of smoke.)
DOCTOR: Switch off! Switch off!
RUMFORD: Oh, did I do something wrong?
K9: There is an error in the circuitry. You are not to blame.
DOCTOR: All right. All right. All right. We're not all programmed for perfection, you know. Ah, there's the fault.
K9: Danger. Ogri approaching from south-south-west.
RUMFORD: I can't see.
K9: Two Ogri approaching from south-south-west. (We see and hear them do so.)
DOCTOR: Nearly finished. There, that should do it. Let's hope it works this time.
K9: Ogri fifty metres and closing.
DOCTOR: Now remember, do exactly as you did last time, mm?
RUMFORD: Ready?
DOCTOR: Yes.
K9: Ogri forty metres and closing.
RUMFORD: Oh oh three seven. Holding.
K9: Ogri twenty metres and closing.
DOCTOR: Now!
(The saucer and ball at the front of the contraption light up. Each of the other three saucers emits a blue beam. These beams converge at the DOCTOR's feet and he vanishes in an energy cyclone.)
RUMFORD: K9!
(K9 shoots at one of the Ogri.)

[INT. A spaceship]

(The DOCTOR swirls into position in a white room.)
DOCTOR: Romana? Romana?
(He marks an 'X' on the grille on the floor and enters a corridor, which leads him to a room that we see looks out on wherever the camera is. Through a curvilinear-triangle-shaped pane, he is watched by a silver-skinned Fay-like woman.
We see ROMANA tied to a wall, next to some sort of humanoid-shaped robot.
We then see the DOCTOR, who opens a door off a corridor. He peers through the triangular pane of a door, opens another, finds a mummified body at his feet, and kicks it back into the space beyond before closing the door. He opens another.)

[INT. Romana's cell]

DOCTOR: All change at Venus for the Brighton line.
ROMANA: Very funny. Where have you been? What's happening? Where am I?
DOCTOR: Well, in strict order of asking, busy, nothing, hyperspace. Your friend doesn't look too well. What happened to you?
ROMANA: Well, I don't know, exactly. All I remember is Vivien Fay coming up behind me, then waking up here.
(The DOCTOR uses his sonic screwdriver to release her from the wall.)
ROMANA: What do you mean, hyperspace? It can't be.
DOCTOR: Why not?
ROMANA: Well, hyperspace is a theoretical absurdity. Everybody knows that.
DOCTOR: Yes, except, apparently, the people who built this ship four thousand years ago. It's a hyperspace vessel.
ROMANA: That's ridiculous.
DOCTOR: Come on.

[INT. Whiter parts of spaceship]

ROMANA: Even granting the hyperspace hypothesis, Doctor, what about deceleration? How do you decelerate an infinite mass? Anyway, where is this ship? Why can't it be seen from Earth?
(The DOCTOR leads into the room he was in before. He operates some controls.)
DOCTOR: There's your answer. (He gestures to a viewscreen, which pops into life with a crude diagram.)
ROMANA: That's only a few feet from the circle. Why can't it be seen?
DOCTOR: Because it exists in a different kind of space from the circle.
ROMANA: In hyperspace, not in ordinary four-dimensional space?
DOCTOR: Yes.
ROMANA: Well, why has it stopped here?
DOCTOR: Maybe it ran out of fuel.
ROMANA: Are you sure this thing's been here for four thousand years?
DOCTOR: Why?
ROMANA: Well, look at the cabin and the controls. They're like new.
DOCTOR: Perhaps someone's been spring cleaning.
ROMANA: Vivien Fay?
DOCTOR: Yeah. Romana. Romana, there's plenty of fuel left. The drive unit's still working.
ROMANA: Well, maybe it ran aground.
DOCTOR: On what?
ROMANA: Who knows what's in hyperspace?
DOCTOR: Yes. We'd better search the ship. The third segment must be here somewhere, to say nothing of our friend Miss Fay.
ROMANA: Well, where do we start? It looks rather big, don't you think?
(We see the ship from the outside again.)

[EXT. Circle of stones]

K9: Power depleted. Cannot hold much longer.
(RUMFORD is keeping track of the timing of the activation of the Doctor's machine.)
RUMFORD: Where's that Dunkirk spirit? Never say die.
K9: I never do say 'die', but I cannot hold.
RUMFORD: Nothing. There's no-one there.
(She switches off the machine. K9 stops firing.)
RUMFORD: K9? Are you all right, K9? Oh, what's happening? Look at the Ogri. They're going. They're giving up.
K9: Assumption incorrect. They are going. That is not to say they are giving up.
RUMFORD: Oh, I thought you were. Are you all right, K9?
K9: Power exhausted.
RUMFORD: Can you recharge yourself?
K9: Affirmative, given time.
RUMFORD: Do you think they'll come back?
K9: Affirmative. Suspect they have gone away to recharge.
RUMFORD: Recharge? But how?
K9: With globulin.
RUMFORD: Oh, that means finding more blood.
K9: Affirmative.
RUMFORD: It means they're going to kill somebody.

[EXT. A field]

(A MAN leaves his tent and discovers stones that probably weren't there earlier.)
MAN: Hey, Pat. Pat!
PAT: What's up?
MAN: Come and have a look at this. You won't believe it.
PAT: What is it? (pops her head out of the tent) Where did they come from?
MAN: Don't know. They weren't here last night.
PAT: Perhaps it's a joke. Perhaps someone from the Wheatsheaf dumped them here during the night.
MAN: How? They must weigh tons.
PAT: I suppose they are real rock, not just fakes.
(She touches one to check. The heartbeat sound starts. Her hand is stuck.)
MAN: What's the matter?
PAT: My hand! My hand! I-
(He grabs her, the stone pulsates beneath her hand, and both people scream. We see her flesh fade to bone and our screen fade from her face to red.)

[INT. Spaceship, outside the small rooms]

ROMANA: Do you think there could be anything alive in any of these?
DOCTOR: What, after four thousand years? I shouldn't think so. Mind you, I'll tell you something. If there is anything still alive, it'll be furious at all the delay. Ooh!
ROMANA: What?
(A Wirrn is within one of the cells.)
DOCTOR: You know, I think this must have been a convict ship.
ROMANA: Look, the seal on that door's a different colour from the rest.
DOCTOR: First class in hyperspace?
ROMANA: What does it say?
DOCTOR: I don't know. I can't read the script. Probably just says 'Do not open. Penalty fifty pounds.'
ROMANA: Anything there?
DOCTOR: Can't see.
ROMANA: Well, what shall we do?
DOCTOR: Open it.
ROMANA: Right.
(The DOCTOR breaks the seal. He opens the door. They squat down to have a look in the gloom, and two clusters of sparkly lights float out above them.)
ROMANA: What's that?
DOCTOR: I don't know.
MEGARA: It is not permitted to touch the Megara. (The DOCTOR lowers his hand from near the lights.)
DOCTOR: I beg your pardon. I beg your pardon. What's the Megara?
ROMANA: I don't know.
MEGARA: We are the Megara. We are justice machines.
ROMANA: Justice machines?
MEGARA: We are the law.
MEGARA 2: Judge, jury, and executioner.
MEGARA: Once we have arrived at our verdict-
MEGARA 2: We execute it.
MEGARA: Without fear or favour.
MEGARA 2: Impartially.
DOCTOR: Well, it's a great relief to know that the law is in such capable, uh, hands. We have to be going now.
ROMANA: What's the matter?
DOCTOR: Never mind. Just keep moving.
MEGARA: Stop. Turn around. Do not move.
MEGARA 2: Which of you removed the Great Seals?
DOCTOR: I did. I feared for your safety.
MEGARA: He meant well.
MEGARA 2: But the law clearly states that no-one may remove the seals without authorisation. The penalty is death.
MEGARA: Where is your authorisation?
DOCTOR: I'm sorry. I didn't realise I needed authorisation. You see, I'm a stranger here myself. But I promise I'll never break any other seals without authorisation ever.
MEGARA: Contrition is to be accounted in the accused's favour.
MEGARA 2: Ignorance of the law is not.
MEGARA: I will undertake his defence.
(The DOCTOR and ROMANA walk away while the machines talk.)
MEGARA 2: I think you should advise your client that there is little likelihood of clemency.
MEGARA: I will so advise him. He has gone!
MEGARA 2: Further proof of guilt.
MEGARA: No matter. None can escape the Megara.

[EXT. Circle of stones]

RUMFORD: I can't see those creatures anywhere. Are you recharged yet?
K9: Negative. Recharging incomplete. It is time to switch on the beam again.
RUMFORD: Ooh, yes, you're right. Oh, well. Anyway, we haven't got those creatures breathing down our necks. Here goes.
(VIVIEN appears, in silvery form.)
RUMFORD: Vivien!
K9: Do not touch that machine, Miss Fay. Otherwise I will be forced to stun you.
VIVIEN: Ha, you haven't enough power left in you to strike a match. (he tries) See what I mean?
RUMFORD: Vivien...
VIVIEN: No, Emilia, don't make me kill you.
RUMFORD: No, they can't get back if you-
(VIVIEN uses her rod of blue energy pulses to send the machine up in a fireball, with plenty of pops and sparking.)
VIVIEN [OC]: Ogri, come. I command you.
(She fades away.)

[INT. Spaceship, where the Doctor and Romana arrived]

ROMANA: Doctor, they're still following us.
DOCTOR: What do you expect? They're justice machines. Come on. X marks the spot.
ROMANA: What?
DOCTOR: The projector Professor Rumford's using's got a very small spread. If we're not in exactly the right place when she...
ROMANA: Ah. (The DOCTOR holds her and they squeeze into a small space.)
DOCTOR: ...switches on, we'll never get back. Come on, Professor.
ROMANA: Nothing. Doctor, behind us. Look!
(VIVIEN appears, with two Ogri behind her.)
VIVIEN: Too late now, Doctor. I've destroyed your pitiful little machine. There's no way out for you. You're trapped in hyperspace, forever. (She laughs.)

The above notes, transcription, etc. by Anna Shefl

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