An Adventure in Space and Time

This is the BBC. The following

programme is based on actual events.

It's important to remember,

however,

that you can't rewrite history.

Not one line.

Except, perhaps, when you embark

on an Adventure In Space And Time...

Everything all right, sir?

Are you okay?

You need to move along now, sir.

Sir...

You're in the way.

Hello?

Er, Mr Hartnell?

Mr Hartnell, sir, they're

asking for you now.

Shall I tell them

you're coming now?

- Tell them what you like.

- Beg your pardon, Mr Hartnell?

Tell them

what you bloody well like!

- Listen, I'm only doing my job.

- Sod off, will you! I'm not ready!

I need more time.

Len! Len, for God's sake!

You'll go up like a Roman Candle,

if you're not careful.

Can I take my head off, mate?

I'm boiling in here.

No. We'll be starting up

again in a minute.

Why? What's the hold up?

You know who.

Well, tell him

to get his skates on!

Some of us have got a

bloody planet to invade.

- Shh!

- What?

Can I see your pass, sir?

Ah, come on, Harry.

You know my face!

- That's as maybe, sir.

- Sydney Newman. Clue's in the name.

- Better than any mug-shot.

- Still need to see your pass, sir.

Ah, to hell with it!

That's not the way

we do things at the BBC, sir!

You don't say!

So, we got a great,

big thumping audience for

Grandstand, but we lose them

before the teeny boppers

tune in for Juke Box Jury, right?

- Right. Erm... correct.

- We got a gap to plug.

- 25 minutes.

- How about another Dickens?

Fossilised, Mervyn! Fusty. Frowsty.

And lots of less polite words

beginning with F.

Here's a word for you, though - fun!

FUN! You heard of fun, Mervyn?

It that something else

you've brought from ITV?

I hope so, I certainly hope so!

We need stuff to keep the sports

fans hooked and the kids too.

Competitive Tiddlywinks?

You know what I'm talking about.

science fiction?

Is it really that popular?

It was last time I took a look.

With juvenile boys, perhaps.

I like it.

Oh, let's have a wonderful time

Let's have a wonderful time

Come on, everybody

and let's have a wonderful time...

She thought the balloon had gone up.

- What?

- She thought we'd all had it.

Cuba! No point in holding back

if the missiles started flying.

So she put it about a bit.

A lot!

So what did they say? "You're only

a production assistant, dear.

"It's a bit of a leap. "

I'm giving myself a year, Jackie.

Get on in television or get out.

Oh. What do I know?

I spend my time trying not to

bump into the cameras,

but don't pack in yet, Verity.

Softly, softly, eh?

- Mmm. You've got a... What?

- Red wine.

Oh. Red wine.

- Oh, Lord, it's on, isn't it?

- What?

The space shot! The Soviets.

Valentina what's-it.

- First woman in space!

- Oh, God, yes!

And there she is,

Valentina Tereshkova looking,

appropriately enough,

on top of the world.

Pop, pop, pop.

The first woman in space,

a major triumph there

for the Soviet Union

in the ever-escalating space race.

- Hello?

- Verity, it's Sydney.

- What?

- Sydney!

Sydney!

Hello, stranger.

- You know anything about children, Verity?

- Not a thing.

We want to do a science fiction

serial. Legitimate stuff, though.

- No tin robots or BEMs.

- BEMs?

Bug-Eyed Monsters! You know...

mutations and Death Rays.

Brains in glass jars,

that kind of crap.

It's going to run all year.

So a good-looking guy,

a good-looking girl

and a kid who gets herself

into all kinds of trouble.

Plus an older man. Quirky.

I'll come back to him.

They travel about in space

and time getting into scrapes!

- That's a lovely idea!

- You know me. Pop! Pop! Pop!

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