An Adventure in Space and Time Page #4

- We could have our own series!

- We do!

I don't want any of this muck,

thanks very much. I'll have a drink.

Right.

You the director, son?

Yes.

Hardly out of the cradle,

the pair of you.

Right. Let's talk turkey.

- I'm not sure about this. Not sure at all.

- No?

Apart from anything else, I don't

want to take on another long run.

Had enough of that on

The Army Game. Nearly killed me.

Weekly bloody rep!

Would you like to order drinks?

Whiskey and soda.

Chopee, chopee.

Whose idea was all this?

That fella from ITV?

Sydney Newman, yes.

But so many people have been at the birth

of the thing, we'd be here all day...

Tell me about the characters.

Two school teachers.

Ian and Barbara. They're intrigued

about one of their pupils.

A young girl called Susan.

She seems to have impossible

knowledge for a girl from 1963.

So the schoolteachers follow her

home. But "home" is a junkyard...

Yes, yes, yes. Scripts.

I need to see scripts.

Oh, they're going wonderfully.

Wonderfully!

The BBC are really excited about

the show. They're throwing...

everything at it.

State of the art facilities.

How do they get about?

Flying saucer or something?

Ours is a space and time machine

that can blend in with its background.

You mean it's covered in

invisible paint or something?

No, no...

it adapts to suit its environment.

It gets stuck in one shape.

A police box. A police box?

How gorgeous would that be?

An ordinary 20th-century object

on the surface of an alien planet!

Fantastic!

- And the opening titles are like

nothing you've ever seen. - Yes.

You see, if you point

a camera down its own monitor,

it creates the most wonderful

shapes, patterns...

Like mirrors, endlessly reflecting.

Swooping and pulsing,

like butterfly wings.

Maybe I could be in them?

Just pop in front of the camera

would you, Tony?

Let's see how that looks.

Oh, Christ, no! That's terrifying!

.. and wait till you hear the music,

we're using the latest technology.

How did you do it?

Brian's house keys.

And what about the Doctor himself?

He's something like 600 years old.

Looks like a senile old man

but he's tough.

Tough and wiry like an old turkey.

It's what you do so well,

Mr Hartnell. Stern and scary...

- but with a twinkle.

- Trust me, Bill. You're perfect for it.

No-one will be able to resist you.

You really think so?

CS Lewis meets HG Wells

meets Father Christmas.

That's the Doctor.

Doctor who, hmm?

Come on, big smiles!

And again.

Come on, big smiles.

Cheers! Lovely.

Come on, one more.

Lovely stuff. That's it!

You're a brick for doing this.

Contractually obliged, darling.

No, no! I mean the show.

You'll all give it such gravitas.

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