Staring
Patrick Troughton
Serinda Swan
Episode 2
(It's night, and inside an antique shop, filled with dozens of ticking Victorian clocks, the front door creeps open. The bell overhead is about to ring, when a hand catches it. Holding the bell, the Doctor opens the door, stepping into the shop. The Princess follows, holding her head in pain, with Jamie behind her.)
JAMIE: Are you all right, Princess?
DOCTOR: (Hissing) Shh!
PRINCESS: (Strained) It's happening again.
JAMIE: What is?
PRINCESS: They're…They're using their machine again… Crude time travel.
(Having shut the door quiet, the Doctor turns to the Princess.)
DOCTOR: Do you know where it is?
PRINCESS: It's close… (Relief) Oh… Oh, it's stop now.
(Suddenly all the clocks in the shop begin chiming, causing the Princess further pain as she grips her head.)
JAMIE: Hey, it's half-past the nine o'clock.
DOCTOR: Yes, I know.
(The Doctor tries a door leading further into the building, but it doesn't open.)
JAMIE: But they made the appointment for ten. Why have we come early?
DOCTOR: The early bird catches the worm, Jamie. Now do be quiet, there's a good chap. And for heaven's sake, don't knock into anything.
(The Doctor then walks past a table with a vase on it, nearly knocking it over. Luckily, Jamie catches it before it can fall. With the vase now in his hands, Jamie examines it.)
JAMIE: Any good, this?
(The Doctor is examining a candle stick, while the Princess has approached one of the ticking clocks on the wall.)
DOCTOR: It's interesting. In fact, Jamie, it's quite remarkable.
JAMIE: Hey, Doctor, you know you told me outside it said, 'Genuine Victorian Antiques?' Well, all the stuff in here's brand new!
DOCTOR: Hmm, you've noticed that.
JAMIE: Of course I did. The man's a rogue.
PRINCESS: In a sense, you're right, Jamie.
JAMIE: What do you mean?
PRINCESS: Well, they are all brand new. But they're also genuine.
JAMIE: But that's ridiculous.
PRINCESS: Unless they have a time machine.
JAMIE: You mean…he's brining all this stuff from Victorian times to here.
PRINCESS: Exactly, I knew you'd figure it out.
JAMIE: But why, Princess, what's it all for?
PRINCESS: I'm not sure.
DOCTOR: Which means the only way to find out is to ask Waterfield.
JAMIE: Well, he said he'd meet us at ten.
(A noise from the front door – someone about to come in. The Doctor waves for them all to hide behind counter. They do so, peering out over the top to watch the door. The Doctor, however, notices the Princess' top hat sticking up too high and knocks it off her head.)
PRINCESS: Hey–!
(Jamie covers the Princess' mouth as the door opens, bell ringing in the process. It's Perry, who quickly shuts the door and stops the ringing bell. Perry then looks around, before proceeding over to the door the Doctor previously tried. As Perry walks, the Doctor indicates for Jamie to come at him from one side, while he comes from the other. Jamie nods before both stand up and move. Meanwhile, the Princess is dusting off her top hat affectionately.)
PRINCESS: (Wondering) Maybe if I put a strap on you…
(Hearing the Princess, Perry turns around, before jumping as he finds the Doctor and Jamie stood on either side of him.)
PERRY: Oh! What are you doing here?
DOCTOR: You made the appointment.
PERRY: For ten o'clock.
(The Princess stands up from behind the counter, placing the top hat back on her head.)
PRINCESS: Better early than late. Well, usually.
DOCTOR: (To Perry) What are you doing here?
PERRY: I work here.
JAMIE: Then what are you creeping about for?
(As Perry squirms, the Princess comes over to stand by the Doctor.)
DOCTOR: Yes, I think you've got some explaining to do, Mr Kenneth Perry.
PERRY: My name isn't Kenneth.
PRINCESS: Is it Ken?
PERRY: No, it's Keith. Now look, I don't understand this.
DOCTOR: So, it's Keith. Hmm?
PRINCESS: You wouldn't happen to know a Ken, would you? Or a Kenneth, or a–
PERRY: Kennedy?
JAMIE: What?
DOCTOR: What do you know about this Kennedy?
PERRY: Oh, wait a minute. This is all too quick for me.
JAMIE: Look, just tell us where the Tardis is?
PERRY: The what?
DOCTOR: It's…a police box.
PERRY: Police box?
PRINCESS: Yes. Big, tall, blue. Says, 'Police box,' on it.
JAMIE: And it belongs to the Doctor and the Princess.
PERRY: Well, we do have a police box, but what makes you think it's the same one?
DOCTOR: Because the man you call Kennedy had it stolen from us.
PERRY: Now, hold on just a moment. The police box we have is for a collector of curios.
DOCTOR: But it belongs to us!
PERRY: But why is it so important to you?
PRINCESS: She's our friend.
PERRY: I'm sorry.
DOCTOR: It's also our property.
JAMIE: Look, where is it?
PERRY: At the back, in the yard last I saw.
DOCTOR: Well, is there another way through? This door is locked.
PERRY: We might be able to get over the yard gates. You see, this door has an electric lock on it.
DOCTOR: You're going to show us where this yard of yours is.
(The Doctor leads Perry to the front door. The Princess and Jamie are about to follow, when the door leading further into the building opens up on its own.)
PERRY: I say, if it's a police box, shouldn't we get the police?
JAMIE: Doctor.
(The Princess peers through, finding a corridor. She steps through, looking around, as the Doctor follows. Jamie's behind him, but has a grip on Perry's arm to insure he doesn't run off. The Doctor goes to the left, looking around the corner, while the Princess tries the next door along on the right. It's unlocked.)
PRINCESS: Doctor.
(The Princess nods to the door, as the Doctor comes to join her. They open the door slowly, seeing a dark room. But through the darkness, they spot something on the floor. The Doctor hurries to it, while the Princess turns on the lights. A man lies on the floor, dressed in black clothing. Perry comes into the room with Jamie behind him, as the Doctor checks the body.)
PERRY: That's Kennedy!
(The Princess, Jamie and Perry gather around the Doctor.)
DOCTOR: He's dead.
(Perry hurries to the nearby desk, picking up the phone.)
JAMIE: (To Perry) What are you doing?
PERRY: Getting the police.
(He tries dialling but gets only static. After trying again to no avail, he puts down the phone.)
PERRY: I don't think you ought to touch anything. I'll be as quick as I can.
(Perry hurries out the room.)
JAMIE: Should we have let him go?
DOCTOR: No, he's doing the right thing.
JAMIE: But the Tardis?
PRINCESS: It's not here, Jamie.
JAMIE: What do ya mean? He just said–
DOCTOR: He said he saw it, but that will have been some time ago I imagine.
JAMIE: Well, where is it now?
DOCTOR: I don't know. But I have a theory.
JAMIE: How can you know–
PRINCESS: We can feel it, Jamie. The Tardis isn't here. And we don't mean here in space.
JAMIE: You mean…they've moved it through time, like they have all those things back there?!
DOCTOR: It's a strong possibility.
PRINCESS: (Looking around) I wonder where, Waterfield is?
JAMIE: Och, he probably ran off after getting into it with Kennedy.
(Examining Kennedy's body.)
DOCTOR: I don't think so, Jamie. See his face?
PRINCESS: He looks in pain.
DOCTOR: Exactly. And there's no physical marks on him.
JAMIE: Well, there must be if he's in as much pain as you say he is.
(The Doctor spots something underneath Kennedy's hand.)
DOCTOR: Hello?
JAMIE: What?
(The Doctor takes out what is underneath Kennedy's hand – a photograph of himself, staring into the camera, stood in an office of some kind.)
JAMIE: It's your picture!
(The Doctor stands up, photograph in hand.)
DOCTOR: Yes.
PRINCESS: May I?
(The Doctor hands the photograph the Princess, who stares at it.)
PRINCESS: Does it look…familiar to you?
DOCTOR: Well, it is my face.
PRINCESS: No, the room you're in. I feel like I know it.
JAMIE: Does it matter?
PRINCESS: Well, if we knew what room it was, we'd know where the picture came from. It might even help us figure out who's behind all this.
DOCTOR: Now, that's interesting.
PRINCESS: Do you recognise it?
DOCTOR: Oh, no, not that, this. (Pointing to Kennedy) See, he fell like that, with his arm stretched out.
PRINCESS: Because he was heading towards the door.
DOCTOR: Yes, but from where?
PRINCESS: The bookcase.
DOCTOR: Exactly. Not a lot of room for someone to sneak up behind him, much less without being noticed… Jamie, go out into the hall and measure the length of it up to the door here.
(Jamie heads out into the corridor, while the Doctor walks from one side of the room to the other, silently counting as he does. When he reaches the end and looks up, Jamie is right in front of him, having returned, prompting the Doctor to jump. The Princess giggles.)
JAMIE: Fifteen, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you.
PRINCESS: How many was it from the door to the bookcase, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Only five. So, there must be another room behind here, which is where the assailant came from.
(The time travellers gather around the bookcase and begin examining.)
JAMIE: Here, there's a keyhole.
(The Doctor leans over to look.)
DOCTOR: Yes, you're right. Now, Waterfield will have the key. We'd better find something to prise it open with.
(The Doctor and Jamie go to find such a thing, only for the bookcase to slide open the second they turn their backs.)
PRINCESS: Or maybe it will open on its own?
(The Doctor and Jamie turn back, seeing the doorway into a pristine white room. The Princess enters first, eyes drawn to a device against the wall, opposite a fancy Victorian chair. Two metal arms, with a few feet between them, each held up by a metal stand on the floor. At the end of each arm is a series of bright flashing controls. The Princess walks straight to it, as her hand reaches out towards the device. But before touching it, the Princess stops herself.)
PRINCESS: Doctor, this is it.
(The Doctor and Jamie follow the Princess into the room.)
JAMIE: What is?
PRINCESS: Their time machine.
DOCTOR: No wonder there's telephone interference with it being this close. Interesting design.
(The Doctor comes alongside the Princess, looking closely at the device. Jamie, meanwhile, notices something.)
JAMIE: (Pointing) What's that?
(On the floor, by the Princess' feet, is a sealed antique Victorian box, with a photograph sticking out.)
PRINCESS: It's a photograph of me!
(Eagerly, the Princess opens the box to get the photograph–)
DOCTOR: Don't open that!
(Too late, the Princess has opened the box, and out comes a cloud of smoke that quickly brings the time travellers to their knees. Coughing and spluttering, Jamie is the first to pass out. The Doctor tries to crawl away but has lost his strength. And the Princess stares at the photograph of herself, that is becoming more and more blurry. She holds onto it as she collapses to the floor, seeing a blurry man hurrying into the room. She tries to speak, but only manages to cough more, before passing out with the photograph in her hand.)
(Later, the Princess comes to. She is laid out on a settee, in a Victorian sitting room. As birds tweet from door leading outside, the Princess holds her head in pain – top hat still in place. Beneath her, there is a groan, matching her own. On the floor in front of the settee is the Doctor, who struggles to sit himself up. Opposite them, in an armchair, is an unconscious Jamie, with a blanket covering him. The two conscious time travellers groan together, as someone knocks at the door to the room. A maid – Mollie – enters, with a tray of glasses and a jug of water.)
MOLLIE: Hello, ma'am.
(The Princess curls up on the settee, holding her head and groaning in response.)
MOLLIE: Sir.
(The Doctor also continues to groan.)
MOLLIE: Are you feeling better?
PRINCESS: (Groaning) No…
MOLLIE: Oh, you did have a party last night, didn't you, ma'am?
PRINCESS: Party…? What party? Did I miss a party…? Doctor?
(The Doctor groans sharply as the Princess pokes his head. Mollie then begins filling two glasses.)
MOLLIE: The master sent this in for you.
DOCTOR: (Groaning) The Master?
PRINCESS: Not that one. Master Waterfield.
MOLLIE: Oh, no, ma'am, Master Maxtible. Mister Waterfield came back from abroad last night, ma'am, with you and the two gentlemen. Don't you remember?
PRINCESS: What about Ben and Polly?
MOLLIE: There was no one else if that's what you're asking. (Offers glass) Here, this will help.
(The Princess accepts the glass, before immediately handing it down to the Doctor. Mollie then hands the Princess the other glass, before the two begin to sip at their drinks. As they do, Mollie takes an interest in the unconscious Jamie.)
MOLLIE: I'd best not wake him.
(As they drink, the Doctor and Princess perk up. The Doctor remains sat on the floor, with his back now resting against the settee, while the Princess moves across to the right side of the settee to sit up properly.)
DOCTOR: (To Mollie) What's your name?
MOLLIE: Mollie Dawson, sir.
DOCTOR: This works remarkably quickly, doesn't it?
MOLLIE: (Eagerly) Am I to pour some more?
PRINCESS: Yes, please.
(The Princess offers her still full glass for Mollie to top up, before taking another sip.)
DOCTOR: Mollie?
MOLLIE: Yes, sir?
DOCTOR: Could you tell us what the date is?
MOLLIE: The date?
DOCTOR: Yes, we're feeling very much better, aren't we, Princess?
(The Princess nods, her mouth full from her latest sip.)
DOCTOR: But I don't seem to be able to remember the date or where I am. Princess?
(The Princess shakes her head, indicating she doesn't remember either. Mollie goes to answer when–)
MAXTIBLE: Mollie, that will do.
(The Doctor and Princess turn, seeing a foreboding and large man stood in the doorway Mollie entered from – Maxtible. Behind him, is another slimmer and slightly taller man, though not as serious as the man before him – Waterfield. In fact, he looks uncomfortable and tense by comparison.)
MAXTIBLE: The answers you require, sir, might come better from me. (He approaches the settee) My name is Theodore Maxtible, and I am the owner of this house.
(The Doctor tries to stand but feels his head pains returns and falls onto the settee, next to the Princess, who quickly checks he's all right.)
MAXTIBLE: Pray, don't get up.
(Maxtible takes a seat in the armchair by the doors leading outside, while Waterfield moves to stand alongside him.)
MAXTIBLE: I have the greatest sympathy for your condition, since I was the cause of it.
DOCTOR: And this is Mister Edward Waterfield, I presume. You don't keep your appointments, do you?!
WATERFIELD: There were circumstances.
DOCTOR: Yes, indeed there were.
MAXTIBLE: Please, please, Doctor. First things first. You asked what date it was and where you were.
DOCTOR: Yes. Well?
MAXTIBLE: You're in my house, some miles from Canterbury. The date is–
PRINCESS: (Distant) The second of June, eighteen-hundred and sixty-six.
MAXTIBLE: Precisely, my dear, well done.
DOCTOR: And just what do you think you're up to?! You steal our property, you spirit us a hundred years back in time and you murder a man along the way.
MAXTIBLE: We had nothing to do with the death of that man.
DOCTOR: I don't believe you!
MAXTIBLE: You will believe, Doctor. We are all of us the victims of a higher power. A power more evil and more terrible than the human brain can imagine.
PRINCESS: Well, we're not human, so maybe we can imagine. Tell us.
WATERFIELD: They've taken my daughter, Victoria.
DOCTOR: Who are they?
MAXTIBLE: Neither of you will be kept in suspense very much longer. Pray, come with us and we will show you how it all began.
(Maxtible stands and leaves the sitting room, heading further into the house. Once he's gone, Waterfield comes up close to the Princess and Doctor, giving them a jump when they turn back to find just how close he is.)
WATERFIELD: Princess, Doctor, do whatever it is they ask, I beg of you. My daughter's life is in your hands.
DOCTOR: We will listen, I promise.
(As the Doctor and Princess stand up, they notice Waterfield looking at a large portrait over the fireplace.)
PRINCESS: She was very beautiful.
WATERFIELD: I'm sorry?
PRINCESS: You're wife.
WATERFIELD: Thank you.
PRINCESS: Victoria must be almost identical.
WATERFIELD: She is…
(The Princess approaches Waterfield, putting her hand on his arm.)
PRINCESS: We'll do everything we can to protect her, Edward. I promise.
WATERFIELD: Thank you, again… Now, come. We mustn't keep Maxtible waiting.
(Waterfield quickly leads them from the room to catch up to Maxtible. The Doctor follows, but the Princess takes a last look back at the portrait, before doing the same.)
(A short while later, the Doctor and Princess are stood in a hallway with Waterfield, while Maxtible stands before a set of double doors.)
MAXTIBLE: Here we are, Doctor, Princess. This is hallowed ground. Here we shall not be disturbed by the servants.
(Maxtible opens the doors to an impressive laboratory with a large marble table in the centre, covered with various scientific equipment of the Victorian period. In the corner is a spiral staircase and opposite the doors is strange cabinet, with twin arching doors, and gothic like spires running along its sides. The Doctor and Princess step inside the laboratory.)
DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Yes, very impressive. And now perhaps you'll explain what all this is about?!
MAXTIBLE: Patience, my dear sir, a little longer.
DOCTOR: Patience? You don't seem to understand what's happened. A man has been murdered! You behave as though we're going on Sunday school outing.
MAXTIBLE: Neither Waterfield nor I were responsible for his death. A cigar?
(Maxtible offers the time travellers a cigar from a box. The Princess takes one, examines it, then bites into as if to taste it. She doesn't like the taste, so tucks it out of sight in her jacket pocket.)
DOCTOR: Why have you brought us here? Who are these enemies of yours, these ones you say control you?
MAXTIBLE: Brilliant minds, Doctor.
WATERFIELD: (Spiteful) They are monsters.
(The Princess turns, looking across the room to the cabinet. She begins to wonder over as if drawn to it.)
MAXTIBLE: Oh, I admit, Waterfield, they have behaved callously.
(Maxitble lights his cigar with bunsen burner.)
WATERFIELD: Inhuman monsters!
DOCTOR: Inhuman?
WATERFIELD: Creations of the devil!
MAXTIBLE: Let me explain.
DOCTOR: Please do!
(The Princess is stood before the cabinet, hand running along the wood. She goes to reach for the handle–)
MAXITBLE: Just a moment, my dear, if you would.
(The Princess turns around, leaving the door alone for now, though remaining beside it.)
MAXTIBLE: I have always been fascinated by the concept of travelling through time. Waterfield here is an expert in certain technical matters and I have the money to indulge my whims. Everything you see about you here was constructed by us two.
PRINCESS: Including your time machine. (Pointing to the cabinet) This time machine.
DOCTOR: What?
MAXTIBLE: Yes, but before I show you, let me explain my theory. A mirror reflects an image, does it not?
DOCTOR: Yes.
MAXTIBLE: So, you may be standing there, and yet appear to be standing fifty feet away. Well, following the new investigations twelve years ago by J Clark Maxwell into electromagnetism, and the experiments by Faraday into static electricity.
PRINCESS: Static…
MAXTIBLE: (Continuing) Waterfield and I first attempted to refine the image in the mirror, and then to project it.
(Maxtible joins the Princess by cabinet, before opening it to reveal the inside is covered with layers of mirrors, creating a sparkling reflective world within.)
MAXTIBLE: In here, are one-hundred and forty-four separate mirrors.
WATERFIELD: And each is of polished metal. Each is subjected to electric charges, all positive.
MAXTIBLE: Like repels like in electricity, my dear, and so next, Waterfield and I attempted to repel the image in the mirrors, wherever we directed.
PRINCESS: I was right, it is crude.
MAXTIBLE: Pardon?
PRINCESS: But you can't control it, not finely anyway. There's no telling where and when you'd end up.
MAXTIBLE: Unfortunately, you are right, my dear.
DOCTOR: You were lucky you only ended up one-hundred years in the future, and in London.
WATERFIELD: No, that was not by chance, that came later. Before that, we began experimenting with static, after both negative and positive electricity failed us. If only we could have known the powers we were going to unleash.
DOCTOR: Powers?
WATERFIELD: In the middle of our final test with static, creatures burst out of the cabinet, invaded the house…took away my daughter.
(Waterfield takes a seat by the table. Maxtible goes over, patting him on the back in comfort.)
MAXTIBLE: Oh, my dear fellow. My dear, dear fellow. But we shall win through now that the Doctor and Princess are here.
(The Doctor and Princess come over to join Waterfield and Maxtible.)
DOCTOR: These creatures?
WATERFIELD: We had opened the way for them with our experiments. They managed to refine our method, sending me forward one-hundred years.
PRINCESS: But why, what for?
WATERFIELD: For the two of you. They ordered me to steal a box belonging to you, and thus lure you both into a trap and transport you here – along with whoever was accompanying you.
DOCTOR: They knew about us?
MAXTIBLE: They gave us likenesses.
PRINCESS: The photographs. (Pats herself down) Where's the photographs I picked up?
(Waterfield pulls out two folded-up photographs from his pocket and hands them to the Princess.)
WATERIELD: Here.
(The Princess unfolds the photographs quickly. The first is the one of the Doctor. The other is of the Princess, staring into the camera while stood in an office of some kind. But holding the two side by side, it becomes clear they are actually one photograph, instead of two.)
WATERFIELD: What could I do? They said my daughter would die.
DOCTOR: But how did they know when and where to find us?
MAXTIBLE: Oh, something about probability, calculations, predictions – a reoccurring pattern of habit, I believe.
DOCTOR: What are they called, these creatures?
PRINCESS: Oh, no…
DOCTOR: What is it?
PRINCESS: I recognise that room in these photographs. That's the governor's office on Vulcan.
DOCTOR: Yes, you're right. But that would mean we're looking right at the–
DALEK: Doctor! Princess!
(From out of the cabinet, a Dalek emerges. Maxtible stands up straight, along with Waterfield. While the Doctor and Princess slowly turn around, to face their enemy.)
DALEK: Now do you understand?
DOCTOR: Oh, yes.
PRINCESS: Perfectly.
DALEK: Our plan has worked. We shall triumph! You will obey! You will obey!
DOCTOR: What do you want?
DALEK: We have your time ship.
PRINCESS: The Tardis.
DALEK: We will destroy it unless you help us with an experiment.
PRINCESS: Don't you dare!
(The Doctor pulls the Princess back.)
DOCTOR: What experiment?
DALEK: You will help the Daleks test another human being.
DOCTOR: What sort of test?
PRINCESS: What human being?
DALEK: Do not question!
DOCTOR: We will not be your slaves!
WATERFIELD: Doctor, I beg you!
DALEK: No harm will come to you if you agree. Where is your companion?
DOCTOR & PRINCESS: (Concerned) Jamie?
WATERFIELD: He is in the house. I have done everything you asked me to.
DOCTOR: Why do you ask about Jamie?
DALEK: He is the human being who is to be tested.
PRINCESS: No! We won't allow it!
DALEK: Silence!
PRINCESS: You can't use him!
DALEK: Silence! You will reveal nothing to your companion. Obey the Daleks! You are in our power!
PRINCESS: Wait!
(Again, the Doctor pulls the Princess back, as the Dalek returns to the cabinet.)
PRINCESS: (Quietly) It's gone.
DOCTOR: Gone?
PRINCESS: Back, or rather forwards through time, to whenever it came from.
(The Princess turns back to Maxtible and Waterfield.)
PRINCESS: This is your fault, all of it! Playing with things you don't understand! And now, Jamie…
(The Doctor puts a comforting hand on the Princess' shoulder.)
DOCTOR: (To Waterfield) These tests, do either of you know what they entail?
WATERFIELD: No.
MAXTIBLE: I believe I do. They – I mean the Daleks – tell me they have always been defeated by human beings.
DOCTOR: In the long run, yes.
MAXTIBLE: Possibly because of some factor, possessed by human beings that is absent in Daleks.
DOCTOR: Possibly.
MAXTIBLE: Perhaps they want to find out what it is and transplant it into their race.
WATERFIELD: But if they do that, allied with their own alien intelligence, they'll be invincible! Maxtible, you should've–
MAXTIBLE: Oh, my dear fellow, I am merely surmising, I know nothing definite. But, besides, what could we have done? Even if I had known for certain, the fact was, nay is, they hold your daughter, Victoria.
DOCTOR: And now they've got Jamie.
PRINCESS: No.
MAXTIBLE: I'm afraid, my dear–
PRINCESS: No! We can get him away from here. We can send him back to Nineteen-sixty-six.
WATERFIELD: The Daleks control our machine I'm afraid.
PRINCESS: Then we send him away in terms of space, even if it's just to London.
MAXTIBLE: Then they will kill Waterfield's daughter.
(The Princess falls silent, depressed by the fact she's been beat.)
DOCTOR: Then, we shall do the only thing we can do. We shall tell Jamie.
(A short while later, the Doctor and Princess are approaching the sitting room from the hallway, when Waterfield catches up to them.)
WATERFIELD: Doctor, I do ask you to consider.
DOCTOR: We have made up our minds.
WATERFIELD: But they ordered you not to tell your friend McCrimmon anything.
PRINCESS: If Jamie has to be here then we're going to tell him what we're up against.
WATERFIELD: But suppose he refuses to do what they want?
DOCTOR: That depends on what it is they ask.
WATERFIELD: But my daughter–
PRINCESS: Edward, believe me when I say, Jamie will not let any harm come to your daughter.
DOCTOR: The Princess promised you we'd protect your daughter, Mr Waterfield. And I assure you, that promise extends to Jamie.
(The Doctor enters the sitting room, followed by Waterfield and the Princess. Jamie has not moved from his seat, and the blanket has been pulled up to cover him completely.)
PRINCESS: He's not still sleeping, is he?
DOCTOR: (To Waterfield) The gas in that box of yours was pretty potent.
(The Princess leads the way over to the armchair Jamie resides in.)
PRINCESS: Come on, Jamie, time to–
(The Princess pulls the blanket back to reveal its actually an unconscious Mollie in the chair.)
WATERFIELD: Mollie!
PRINCESS: Oh, good! For a moment I thought I was seeing things.
(The Doctor checks Mollie over.)
WATERFIELD: But where is he, where is your companion?
PRINCESS: Well, he didn't do this. He could never hurt someone like Mollie, it's not in his nature.
DOCTOR: She's all right. Unconscious, but her heartbeat's still strong. If I were to guess, some type of chemical was used to knock her out.
(The Doctor looks to Waterfield.)
WATERFIELD: What is it?
DOCTOR: That laboratory of yours. Fully stocked, I assume?
WATERFIELD: Yes.
(The Princess notices something by the doors leading outside. She bends down, pulling on her white gloves as she does so.)
DOCTOR: Had everything needed for your experiments?
WATERFIELD: Yes, of course.
DOCTOR: Including chloroform.
WATERFIELD: I would imagine so.
DOCTOR: Then I'd suggest doing an inventory. You might find some missing.
WATERFIELD: You're not implying–
PRINCESS: Well, he didn't leave of his own accord.
DOCTOR: What makes you say that, Princess?
PRINCESS: Here.
(The Princess points to scratch marks on the floor, amidst curbs of dirt.)
PRINCESS: He was dragged from here. Recently too, I suspect.
DOCTOR: (Bending down) By an intruder.
PRINCESS: You see the dirt too?
DOCTOR: Hard to miss when the rest of the house is so clean. It also wasn't there before when we first woke up, meaning someone brought it in on their boots. And what's more, he came and went a few times.
PRINCESS: Really?
DOCTOR: Follow the trail, see how the fall of dirt zig zags slightly, forming four separate lines. All of which connect from the proximity of the chair to this door.
PRINCESS: Oh, yes.
WATERFIELD But we must find him, your friend is vital to the plan of the Daleks. Absolutely essential.
PRINCESS: On that basis, I'm almost happy he's disappeared.
DOCTOR: Kidnapped, Princess.
PRINCESS: I did say almost.
DOCTOR: But who'd want to kidnap Jamie?
PRINCESS: You mean other than the group that already kidnapped us?
DOCTOR: Obviously.
WATERFIELD: Oh, would you two be serious? The threats the Daleks make are not idle ones. Kennedy was murdered.
DOCTOR: Yes, we haven't forgotten. Hence why we are trying to figure this out.
PRINCESS: Before the Daleks exterminate us all.
WATERFIELD: Would they really go that far?
DOCTOR: Oh, yes. They'd take great pleasure in it.
PRINCESS: And their greatest pleasure, will be in killing us…