Doctor who the unquiet dead Page #4

Season #1 Episode #3

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[Chapel of Rest]

GWYNETH:
The poor girl's still alive, sir! What're we going to do with her?

SNEED:
I don't know! I didn't plan any of this, did I. It isn't my fault if the dead won't stay dead.

GWYNETH:
Then whose fault is it, sir? Why is this happening to us?

(Gwyneth and Sneed leave. The gas lamp flares and there are whispered voices.)

[Hallway]

SNEED:
I did the Bishop a favour, once. Made his nephew look like a cherub even though he'd been a fortnight in the weir. Perhaps he'll do us an exorcism on the cheap.

(Someone knocks on the door.)

SNEED:
Say I'm not in. Tell them we're closed. Just, just get rid of them.

[Front door]

(Sneed goes back down the corridor. Rose wakes up as blue gas from the lamp animates young Mister Redpath, who had been placed in a coffin.

Gwyneth opens the front door to Charles Dickens and the Doctor.)

GWYNETH:
I'm sorry, sir. We're closed.

DICKENS:
Nonsense. Since when did an Undertaker keep office hours? The dead don't die on schedule. I demand to see your master.

GWYNETH:
He's not in, sir.

DICKENS:
Don't lie to me, child. Summon him at once.

GWYNETH:
I'm awfully sorry, Mister Dickens, but the master's indisposed.

(A gas lamp flares.)

DOCTOR:
Having trouble with your gas?

DICKENS:
What the Shakespeare is going on?

[Chapel of Rest]

(Rose sees her companion.)

ROSE:
Are you all right? You're kidding me, yeah? You're just kidding. You are kidding me, aren't you?

(Redpath climbs out of the coffin and walks zombie-like towards her.)

ROSE:
Okay, not kidding.

(Rose runs for the door.)

[Front door]

(The Doctor goes past Gwyneth to the flaring gas lamp.)

GWYNETH:
You're not allowed inside, sir.

DOCTOR:
There's something inside the walls.

(Mrs Redpath reanimates in her coffin.)

DOCTOR:
The gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas.

[Chapel of Rest]

ROSE:
Let me out!

[Front door]

ROSE [OC]:
Open the door!

DOCTOR:
That's her.

ROSE [OC]:
Please, please, let me out!

[Hallway]

(The Doctor runs down the corridor and into Sneed.)

SNEED:
How dare you, sir. (to Dickens.) This is my house!

DICKENS:
Shut up.

SNEED:
(to Gwyneth)I told you.

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