Doctor Who - Fear Itself

Doctor Who - Fear Itself

A Screenplay by JordanIsaacSmith
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Based on the tv series, Doctor Who. Written for a friend's series.

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Doctor Who

Fear Itself

Written by Jordan Goodier

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1.  Int, Messy Room �" Morning

 

Various shots of a worn down home.

 

John walks around his flat, picking up various painting equipment.

 

He picks up a brush last.

 

A large canvas is seen leaning against a wall.

 

A shot of John looking at the canvas for a moment.

 

He quickly dabs his brush in the paint and begins painting for a moment.

 

He stops and quickly puts down the brush and paint.

 

He rushes to the other side of the room and turns on a CD player. A piece of piano music plays.

 

John returns to painting.

 

As the music plays, John is seen painting the view outside his window. It is sunrise.

 

John:

(Voiceover)

I find that when you set out to

create something, it can be anything

really, you try to create something

that will in some way, shape or

form, make the world a better place.

 

A shot of John glancing out at the sunrise for a moment and smiling.

 

He returns to painting.

 

John:

(Voiceover)

I wanted to create something that

wasn’t beautiful, not really; it’s

not something I set out to do. I

wanted to create something that

would make the world just a

little bit brighter, if only a-

John:

(Voiceover)

-little. And if only for a little

while. What’s the point in only

serving yourself whilst in this

world? Why not do something

positive that will last? If

only for a little while.

 

John glances out of the window again, smiling.

 

A shot of the sunrise.

 

. Ext, streets �" Morning

 

Oliver is running through the streets, dodging past and trying not to hit objects and people.

 

He runs into a shop.

 

A shot of Oliver buying a lot of snacks from the shop.

 

Oliver exits the shop with a large shopping bag and begins jogging again.

 

A shot of Oliver entering a house.

 

The shot cuts to Oliver sitting down with a laptop and eating food.

 

Oliver:

Okay…

 

Oliver slumps back into his chair.

 

Oliver:

This is impossible.

 

Oliver looks out of the window, where the sun is still rising.

 

Oliver:

(Voiceover)

I woke up early to try and begin

writing my novel. But nothing is

coming to me. Creating a masterpiece

is hard work.

The shot cuts back to John looking out of the window.

 

Oliver is seen looking out of the window in a similar shot.

 

Oliver leans forward and begins to type on his laptop.

 

A shadow moves in the corner of the room.

 

Opening credits.

 

2.  Ext, Park �" Day

 

A shot of a park.

 

Oliver is walking along, his head down.

 

Shots of families in the park, children playing.

 

A shot of John sitting down on a bench, looking out over the park.

 

John:

(Voiceover)

I remember that day so vividly.

I had gone for a walk in the

park for some fresh air. I had

been cooped up indoors for

quite some time and so I had

decided I had better enjoy

the world instead of just

staring at it.

 

Oliver stops by a tree in the park and pulls out a notepad and pen.

 

Oliver:

C’mon, even one tiny idea will

do.

 

Oliver begins writing on the notepad.

 

A shot of John, seeing Oliver from the bench he is sitting on.

 

John:

(Voiceover)

And that was the first time I saw

you, standing there in the park that day.

Oliver puts the notepad and pen back into his pocket.

 

Oliver:

Well this is just bloody hopeless.

 

Oliver begins walking through the park, heading in the direction of where John is sitting.

 

John looks down at his shoes as Oliver passes.

 

Pause.

 

John:

Excuse me, you don’t happen to

have the time, do you?

 

Oliver:

No?

 

John:

Oh.

 

Awkward pause.

 

Oliver:

Well, I-

 

John:

What were you writing?

 

Oliver:

What?

 

John:

What were you writing? Before I

mean. You had a notepad out and-

 

Oliver:

I was just writing.

 

John:

Ahh.

 

Pause.

 

John:

I’m John.

 

John offers his hand to shake.

 

Oliver:

Oliver.

 

Oliver shakes John’s hand.

 

John:

So, are you a writer?

 

Oliver:

Uh… yep.

 

John:

What sort of things do you write?

 

Oliver:

Well, I always liked writing short

stories when I was younger. So,

I’m trying to write a novel.

 

John:

Really? Wow. What about?

 

Oliver:

I don’t really have too many ideas

yet.

 

Pause.

 

Oliver:

Every time I try to get started,

I end up hating the idea.

 

John:

So, you haven’t managed to write

any of it yet?

 

Oliver:

Not really.

 

 

John:

Ahh.

 

Oliver:

Not even a page.

 

John:

So, you thought that the walk in

the park would help you?

 

Oliver:

Yeah, but that didn’t help.

 

John:

You just need to find something

that inspires you.

 

The two are now walking through the park.

 

Oliver:

Like what?

 

John:

Well, what story do you want to

tell?

 

Oliver:

I’d like to tell some sort of

fantasy tale.

 

John:

Alright, well, that’s the genre.

But what do you want to write

about?

 

Oliver:

I don’t know.

 

John:

What do you feel strongly about?

 

Oliver:

I don’t really…

 

Pause.

John:

That’s usually a good place to

start.

 

Oliver:

Alright, thanks.

 

John:

It’s quite alright. I’d best be

off.

 

Oliver:

Yeah, me too.

 

John starts walking away.

 

Oliver:

Do you have a phone number I

can reach you by? I mean, if

I’m not being rude asking. It’s

just I’m really needing help

with this book.

 

John:

Yeah, that’d be fine. Can you

give me your notebook?

 

Oliver hands the notebook and pen over and John writes his number down.

 

John:

Now, I don’t claim to be an

expert novelist, just so you’re

aware.

 

Oliver:

I think I’ll accept any help right

now!

 

The two walk off separate ways.

 

Oliver looks back at John, walking away. He smiles and continues walking.

 

 

3.  Int, House �" Afternoon

 

Oliver is typing away at his keyboard.

 

He pauses in thought.

 

He continues typing.

 

Oliver:

They walked through the park, talking;

enjoying each other’s company.

 

Oliver stops typing and sits back in his chair.

 

He looks over at his notebook.

 

Pause.

 

He grabs the notebook and walks across the room.

 

He picks up his phone and dials the number.

 

Oliver:

Hello? John?

 

John:

Ah! This sounds like Oliver!

 

Oliver:

Yep, it is.

 

Pause.

 

Oliver:

I was wondering, I’ve started writing

the novel I’m doing, but I’m still

a bit stuck.

 

John:

Why don’t you come over? I have a few

fantasy books that might inspire you?

 

Oliver:

Yeah, sure. Thank you.

 

John:

It’s alright. I have a few books that

just have fantasy art in them and then

a few books that are fantasy stories.

Any of them should help you.

 

Oliver:

Alright, could you meet me at-

 

The shot cuts to outside of Oliver’s house. We see Oliver talking on the phone, through a window.

 

There is a shadow in the corner of the shot and deep breathing is heard.

 

The shot cuts back to Oliver, as he turns around to face the window.

 

There is nothing in the garden.

 

Oliver puts down the phone and leaves the room.

 

4.  Int, John’s home �" Day

 

A shot of a door. Knocking is heard. John walks into shot and opens the door.

 

Oliver is standing behind the door, with a bag on his back.

 

Oliver:

Alright?

 

John:

Hello, come on in!

 

Oliver:

Thanks for this. I brought my laptop

with me in case inspiration hit

whilst I was here.

 

John:

Ah, so you’re confident I can help?

 

Oliver:

Well, I’ve written a couple of

chapters already, since we talked.

John:

Really? Fantastic!

 

Oliver:

Thanks. Yeah, I’ve decided to go

for a sort of science fiction love

story-

 

Oliver pauses in shock.

 

A shot of the room, paintings are everywhere. Hanging from the walls. Some propped against walls or other furniture.

 

Oliver:

Wow. You’re an artist?

 

John:

Yeah, a few of these are mine, but

not all of them.

 

Oliver:

These are amazing.

 

John:

Thank you!

 

Oliver walks around the room and stops by a painting of a junkyard.

 

Oliver:

Did you paint this one?

 

John:

Yeah, when I was living with family

down in London. It’s an old junkyard

there, near where they lived.

I don’t know…

 

Pause.

 

John:

There’s something beautiful about it.

 

Oliver:

A junkyard?

 

John:

Stories can begin anywhere.

 

Oliver continues looking around the room.

 

John walks out of the room.

 

Oliver looks at more paintings, a sense of wonder on his face.

 

John returns, with a few books.

 

John:

Here you go, I’ve got a few

of the books here. Make yourself

at home.

 

Oliver takes the books, sits down and unpacks his laptop.

 

John:

Would you like anything to drink?

I’ve got tea, coffee, juice, milk-

 

Oliver:

Some, uh… juice would be fine,

thank you.

 

John:

Don’t you like tea or coffee?

 

Oliver:

I like it well enough, I guess.

But I’ve always drunk orange

cordial religiously.

 

John disappears again to get the drinks.

 

Oliver opens a book of fantasy art and looks through it.

 

Shot cuts to John. He’s made the drinks and he pauses for a moment at the door into where Oliver is sitting.

 

He sneaks a glance at Oliver.

 

Pause.

 

John walks into the room.

 

John:

Here you go.

 

Oliver:

Thank you very much.

 

John:

So, what do you think? Do you think

that the books will help you?

 

Oliver:

Yeah, I’m getting a few ideas for the

monster.

 

John:

Is that the main antagonist of the

story?

 

Oliver:

Yeah, at the moment I think so.

 

Pause.

 

Oliver:

I’ve been talking about myself a lot.

Why don’t you tell me about you?

 

John:

There’s not too much to tell. Nothing

That I can think of at least!

 

Pause. John looks at one of his paintings; one of an orange planet with multiple suns.

 

John:

It’s funny how you forget things to

say when you need to say them.

 

Oliver:

I know what you mean.

 

 

 

John:

Well, I’m going off to university

next year, but I have a long wait

ahead of me. I know I love doing

art, but I’m not sure what I

want to do with it. I only

know that I want to keep on

creating pieces of work that’ll

mean something to people.

 

Oliver:

Same here.

 

John:

Really?

 

Oliver:

Yeah, I’m on a gap year too.

Finally figured out what I want

to do with myself, but now I

have to wait.

 

John:

So you have to keep yourself

occupied for now, right?

 

Oliver:

Yep!

 

Pause.

 

Oliver:

So, could you explain the stories

behind the rest of your paintings?

They’re really good and I’d be

interested in hearing more about

them.

 

John begins leading Oliver around the room as the camera pans to the painting of the junkyard.

 

The shot then fades away to a shot of John’s home.

 

The camera cuts to a different shot of the street. The TARDIS is seen, peaking around a corner.

5.  Ext, Park �" Evening

 

Oliver and John are walking through a park, it is early evening. The sun has just set.

 

Oliver:

I’m not too convinced by the

ending, personally. I think it

have been handled better.

 

John:

I agree. How would you have done it?

 

Oliver:

If I’d written the screenplay?

 

John:

Yep.

 

Oliver:

I’d have had him save his life

instead. That way it would have

completed his character arc and

given a much more emotionally

satisfying ending.

 

John:

I have no idea what you’re talking

about.

 

Oliver:

What?

 

John:

I’m just not that keen on films.

 

Oliver:

Ohhh, so-

 

John:

A film is a film, is a film, to

me Oliver. But I enjoy hearing you

talk about them.

 

 

Oliver:

Maybe I’ll be able to get you into

films? I think your art is fantastic,

I’m not great at looking at the deeper

meaning in some pieces, but I

understand it all well enough.

 

John:

Perhaps you will manage to convince me!

But it won’t be easy.

 

Oliver:

Of course it will! You’ll be talking

about films non-stop soon enough!

 

A street light flickers behind the two.

 

Oliver:

Huh. I always find it funny when

they do that. Reminds me of a

horror story a bit.

 

John:

What’s that?

 

John has noticed a dark shadow lurking in the trees.

 

It moves behind the tree as Oliver looks.

 

Oliver:

What’s what?

 

Pause.

 

Both John and Oliver are looking at the tree.

 

Slowly, the shadow moves from behind the tree.

 

Oliver:

Something’s there.

 

John:

I think we should probably…

 

 

Oliver:

Go! Run, run, run!

 

The two run away from the shadow. It doesn’t follow.

 

A shot of John looking behind to see if the creature is following.

 

. Int, Oliver’s House �" Evening

 

A shot of Oliver’s house.

 

A shot through the window, of Oliver talking earnestly down the phone.

 

John is sitting down.

 

Oliver puts down the phone.

 

John:

What did they say?

 

Oliver:

They say they can’t do anything

if we can’t give a description

of it; neither of us actually

were harmed or threatened.

So, they can’t do anything.

 

John:

It felt fairly threatening.

 

Oliver:

They can’t act solely on our

feelings, John.

 

John:

I’m convinced there was something

there.

 

Oliver:

Well, whatever it was or wasn’t,

it can’t do anything to us now.

 

A shot of the exterior of the house again. An eerie shadow appears in the corner of the shot again.

 

6.  Int, John’s Home �" Evening

 

John and Oliver are in John’s kitchen cooking.

 

John:

Do you do a lot of your own

cooking?

 

Oliver:

Well, since I’m going to university

next year, my mum kinda makes me

cook as much as possible. Life skills

and all that.

 

John:

What’s your favorite thing to cook?

 

Oliver:

Mine? Probably stir fry or something?

What about you?

 

John:

I’m not sure, I like cooking a lot

of things.

 

Oliver:

Ahh, alright.

 

Pause.

 

Oliver:

What inspired you to get into art?

 

John:

I’m certain I already told you.

 

Pause.

 

John:

It’s the way that creating something,

to express how you feel or how you

see the world, can effect another

person. It can help them and they can

feel that, maybe they’re not alone

in this world.

John:

(Continued)

I see people all the time saying

that the reason that they do

anything, is because we only live

once. A lot of people use that as

an excuse to make stupid or

reckless decisions and some simply

use it. Which is fine, if that’s

how they want to live their lives,

I’m not one to judge.

 

Pause.

 

John:

But I can’t do that. If I’m only

here a short while, then, in some

strange way, what’s the point of

enjoying myself?

 

Oliver makes to protest.

 

John:

Wait, I’m not finished. Now,

obviously that’s just ridiculous.

But I believe, I truly believe,

If we’re only here for a short

time… then why not use that time

to make the world a slightly

better place? In any way we can?

That’s what I use my art for.

In the hope that someone will

connect with it, and in some

way, it’ll have a positive

effect on them.

 

Oliver grabs John and kisses him.

 

John:

Oh.

 

Oliver:

This is going to sound

ridiculously cheesy and hammy, but…

 

Pause.

 

Oliver:

You’ve made my life better. Not just

with your art. But by just being

you.

 

John:

And you’ve made my life brighter.

 

Oliver glances at the food they’re cooking.

 

Oliver:

We should probably make sure that

doesn’t burn.

 

They both laugh.

 

7.  Ext, Streets �" Day

 

A long shot, showing the two character’s exit John’s house. Oliver and John hug and wave goodbye to each other.

 

Oliver heads off for home.

 

John walks in another direction, smiling.

 

Shots are shown of the trees, birds and buildings in the morning sun.

 

John is walking through the streets and he turns into an alleyway.

 

He stops walking suddenly and looks behind him.

 

John:

Strange.

 

He continues to walk down the alleyway.

 

A shadow appears in front of him.

 

John:

What are you?

 

The shadow starts to slowly approach John.

 

John turns around, he is trapped. Another Shadow has appeared behind him.

 

John:

It’s all in your head John. If there

was something there, you’d be able

to see it.

 

A demonic voice is heard.

 

OmbraKurai#1:

But you can see us. You can feel

our presence, little man.

 

The shadows stop moving.

 

OmbraKurai#2:

The little human is afraid. He

fears us. But not enough, I

fear.

 

OmbraKurai#1:

This must be rectified.

 

OmbraKurai#2:

How would it like to die, I wonder?

 

OmbraKurai#1:

It does not fear death, it fears

pain.

 

John:

Stay away from me!

 

OmbraKurai#1:

You shall fear us. Give us your

fear John.

 

OmbraKurai#2:

It’s more afraid for the other’s

it cares about, I think.

 

OmbraKurai#1:

Would you like to die alone,

without him?

John is immobilized with fear and does not speak.

 

The shadows move closer to John.

 

Doctor:

He may fear you, but I do not.

 

John turns to see the Doctor.

 

Doctor:

Leave this planet and hunt for your

food elsewhere, I’ll not have you

here.

 

OmbraKurai#1:

This planet does not belong to you!

 

Doctor:

But it is under my protection!

Now, leave! At once!

 

OmbraKurai#1:

What makes your threats credible?

 

Doctor:

(Putting on a pair of glasses)

I’m the Doctor.

 

The Doctor kicks at the spot the shadow is in and a yelp is heard.

 

Doctor:

You’ll be coming with me! You’re

not welcome on this world.

 

The shadows move around John and the Doctor, as the Doctor moves next to John.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

A predator cannot change it’s

nature, or ignore it’s instincts.

 

Doctor:

You will if I say it.

 

The shadows move quickly away.

Doctor:

Don’t you run away from me!

 

The Doctor gives chase and John follows.

 

The Doctor runs around the corner, into the street and stops.

 

Doctor:

Blast!

 

He whips off his glasses.

 

Doctor:

They’ll only cause more trouble now.

 

John:

Who are you, what were those things?

 

Doctor:

Who I am is no concern of yours. And

what they were…

 

The Doctor begins walking, and John follows.

 

Doctor:

They are the UmbraKurai. Creatures

from another world that live off

fear. They feed off of it.

 

John:

So… they’re aliens?

 

Doctor:

Yes, I suppose; to you.

 

John:

Why are they here?

 

Doctor:

I don’t know. I’d imagine it’s nothing

to worry about. A hunt gone wrong.

Their last pray was good at running,

perhaps. Led them across vast

expanses of space and they found

Earth.

The Doctor stops walking and looks around.

 

Doctor:

Nothing to worry about, dear fellow.

I’ll find them. You run along and

carry on with your daily routine.

I’ll make sure that they don’t come

after you and your friend.

 

John:

Why are they after me?

 

Doctor:

You were just in the wrong place

at the wrong time, nothing to

worry about. I’ve said I shall

sort it and I am a man of my word.

Now, off you go, I’ll keep looking

for them.

 

The Doctor runs off, leaving John alone.

 

8.  Int, Oliver’s Home �" Afternoon

 

A shot of a computer screen. The words “UmbraKurai” are typed into a search engine.

 

John and Oliver are looking at the computer screen intently.

 

Oliver:

Are you sure that’s how to spell

it?

 

John:

I don’t know! That’s not exactly

the first thing on your mind when

some stranger tells you that aliens

exist and that they’re hunting you!

 

Oliver:

Okay, fair enough.

 

Oliver looks at the computer.

 

 

Oliver:

It’s just giving me a spelling

suggestion and three links to things

that have nothing to do with aliens.

 

John:

Alright, try the words separately?

 

Oliver sighs and types again.

 

Oliver:

Still nothing to do with aliens, as

far as I can see. A lot more links

though…

 

John begins pacing.

 

Oliver:

John, this won’t help. If the

existence of aliens was common

knowledge, it’d be all over the

internet.

 

John:

What do we do then?

 

Oliver:

Nothing. There’s nothing to worry

about, as long as this “Doctor”

does what he said he was going

to do.

 

John:

What if he doesn’t?

 

Oliver:

Then we try and get help from

someone else.

 

John:

How can you be so calm?

 

Oliver:

I’m just… not afraid.

 

John:

Really?

 

Oliver:

Yeah, if they found us, we could

just beat them back. I wouldn’t

let them lay a finger on you,

or a claw; whichever one they have.

 

John:

Wait, I have an idea!

 

Oliver:

What?

 

John:

Search for the Doctor.

 

Oliver:

Alright.

 

Oliver types at the computer again.

 

Oliver:

Whoa…

 

John:

I can search through them all if

you want?

 

Pause.

 

Oliver:

Be my guest. I still think there’s

no point to this.

 

John:

What? Why?

 

Oliver:

I told you, the Doctor will deal

with the UmbraKurai.

 

John:

I know. You’re right. I just…

Pause.

 

John:

I just need to check something.

 

Oliver:

Alright.

 

Oliver walks out of the room.

 

John turns back to the computer.

 

Various shots of the computer show various people’s blogs about the Doctor and different alien incursions over the years.

 

John:

No one knows exactly who the Doctor

is, or where he came from, but

one thing is certain. He is a friend

of this world. He has appeared over

and over again throughout time.

Where some people believed him

to be a different man who

passes on his name, my sources

inside a government agency have

revealed that he is the same

man appearing over and over

again throughout time. I have

been informed that the Doctor

may not actually be a man,

but an alien…

 

As this monologue is read, a shot of the trees blowing outside is shown, as well as a shot of a deserted street.

 

John jumps in his seat as Oliver pops his head around the door.

 

Oliver:

Sorry, I forgot to ask, I’ve got

some snacks we could eat.

 

Oliver puts his hand around the door and holds out a packet of jelly babies.

 

 

Oliver:

Would you like a jelly baby?

 

John:

No, thanks. That’s alright.

 

Oliver shrugs and disappears back around the door.

 

John continues looking at the computer screen.

 

9.  Int, Oliver’s house �" Afternoon

 

John keeps looking out of a window.

 

Oliver is sitting down, eating jelly babies and typing away at his computer.

 

Oliver:

John, you really need to relax.

Everything’s fine. C’mon, have a

jelly baby.

 

John:

I’m sorry, I can’t help it.

It’s strange, he never said he’d

contact me to tell me that they’ve

been taken care of, that it’s safe

for me to go out and wander around;

now I’m just looking over my

shoulder constantly!

 

Oliver:

There’s nothing we can do. We either

wait here and panic and become

paranoid, or we trust the Doctor.

 

John:

You can trust a complete stranger?

 

Oliver:

Only when they sound as strange as

this Doctor person.

 

 

 

John:

That doesn’t sound like a good way

to judge strangers.

 

Oliver:

No, it probably isn’t!

 

Oliver eats another jelly baby.

 

John:

Can I have one of those?

 

Oliver:

Help yourself.

 

John takes a handful of jelly babies.

 

Pause.

 

John:

I can’t do this. I can’t just sit

and wait here for something to

happen to us.

 

Oliver:

What’re you going to do?

 

John:

I don’t know. I’m going to try

and find the Doctor.

 

Oliver:

John, how’re you even going to

find him?

 

John:

I don’t know! I just know I can’t

sit here and wait to be attacked

by a monster.

 

Oliver:

It’s safer indoors! You’re putting

yourself in more danger out there

if anything!

 

John:

We need to do something!

 

Oliver:

We can’t do anything!

 

John:

Oliver, please!

 

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Oliver falls to the floor and starts being dragged away.

 

John:

Oliver!

 

John is knocked to the floor.

 

Oliver is dragged out of the room, shouting at the alien.

 

The lights suddenly cut out.

 

There are noises of things being knocked over and John shouting, as if waving around a weapon.

 

Silence, in the pitch black.

 

John’s breathing is heard, he is out of breath.

 

The lights switch back on. The room is a mess. John is holding a mop.

 

John:

Oliver.

 

John rushes out of the house and runs into the street.

 

He looks around, no one to be seen.

 

John:

Oliver!

 

John looks around in a panic and quickly goes back inside the house.

 

He looks around the room and sees something written on the wall.

 

“If you want to see him alive one last time, go to the place you first met him”.

 

John looks at it again, drops the mop he is holding and runs outside.

 

10.         Ext, Park �" Evening

 

A shot of the park where John and Oliver first met, it looks dark and foreboding at night.

 

John looks at the entrance to the park, pauses a moment, and runs into the park.

 

John:

Oliver! Where are you?

 

John walks slowly through the park, looking around.

 

John:

Damn you Doctor. Damn you.

 

John continues walking through the park.

 

A shot of John, from behind a tree.

 

Another shot, with a lamp post in the foreground.

 

John:

Oliver!

 

John sees Oliver tied to a lamp post.

 

Oliver:

Stay back John!

 

UmbraKurai#1:

You have come and we are glad.

 

UmbraKurai#2:

We managed to lose the Doctor’s

scent.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

And now, we can feast undisturbed.

 

UmbraKurai#2:

But this meat isn’t nearly tender

enough.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

It is afraid, but it is not scared

enough.

 

UmbraKurai#2:

It must be driven mad by fear.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

Fear will set you both free. It is

the one thing that all creatures

in the galaxy have in common. Fear

of life, fear of death, fear of pain.

 

UmbraKurai#2:

And once you accept, in your heart,

that there is only fear that ties

one soul to another soul. You will

understand; the fear of being alone,

of dying alone.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

You will understand, that there is

nothing else. Not really. There is

no after we die, there is no love,

no joy, there is only the fear that

will always return. There is only

the surety that you will die, and

you will die alone.

 

UmbraKurai#2:

And that, in spite of everything you

do during your brief existence in

this universe, it does not effect

anything. There is only nothing

after you die. The emptiness

of no consciousness.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

The emptiness of nothingness.

 

 

UmbraKurai#2:

The everlasting darkness.

 

John is standing next to Oliver now and they are both looking at the shadows of the UmbraKurai.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

Are you ready now? Do you see?

 

UmbraKurai#2:

I can’t tell if they’re ready or

not.

 

Pause.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

They’re… not scared?

 

John:

No. I’m not afraid.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

What?

 

John:

I am not afraid to die.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

There is nothing after you die!

 

John:

Maybe not, but do you know that?

 

UmbraKurai#1:

What…

 

John:

If I die today, I’m not going to

die alone either. And even if I

were to die alone, it wouldn’t

matter, because I know that for

however brief a time, I’ve

made someone happy. That

for some amount of time, I

made the world better just by being here.

Oliver:

We’re not afraid you. We’re not

afraid of the darkness, because

we know that our lives meant

something to someone. And that’s

all that matters. We can go

happily, knowing that.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

You mean nothing!!!

 

Doctor:

Not so loud! There are people

that go to sleep this early,

you know?

 

UmbraKurai#1:

Doctor!

 

Doctor:

Are you going to come quietly,

or are you going to make a fuss?

 

Silence.

 

Doctor:

I do hope that means you’ll come

quietly. Your only defense is

your permanent invisibility,

and because that’s easy to get

around, you might as well

come along with me. I’ll drop

you off on a planet where

you can hunt animals that

don’t possess a higher brain

function.

 

UmbraKurai#1:

You would not allow us to hunt

other life forms, you’re lying.

 

Doctor:

(Puts glasses on again)

It doesn’t matter. I want you

off this planet. Now…

Pause.

 

Doctor:

Are you going to come quietly?

 

UmbraKurai#1:

We would rather-!!!

 

The Doctor interrupts the screaming UmbraKurai by whacking it on the head with a cane he has.

 

He twirls around and strikes the other.

 

Doctor:

Now, I can only surmise that what

I just did looked very strange to

onlookers.

 

The Doctor walks over to Oliver and uses his sonic screwdriver to untie him.

 

Doctor:

There we are. All is well and these

Two are going straight off world.

 

Oliver:

Where will you take them?

 

Doctor:

Somewhere they can never harm

another soul again.

 

Pause.

 

Doctor:

Very clever of you both, not being

afraid. You effectively starved

them, you know?

 

Oliver:

Doctor, who are you? We don’t

even know who we’re thanking.

 

Doctor:

Well, you’re thanking me, aren’t you?

John:

But who are you? Why would you help

us?

 

Doctor:

I helped you because I helped you,

and that is that. And that should

be enough. You are Oliver, you are

John, and I am the Doctor.

 

John:

The Doctor?

 

Oliver:

Doctor Who?

 

Doctor:

And a very good evening to you both.

 

The Doctor begins to walk away.

 

Doctor:

I don’t suppose you could help

me carry these cretins to

my TARDIS, could you?

 

John:

Your what?

 

A shot of John and Oliver, looking at each other, confused.

 

11.         Int, John’s Home �" Day

 

Oliver is typing away at his computer.

 

A shot of John, painting.

 

Oliver leans back in the chair he is in and sighs.

 

Oliver:

Okay, I think it’s finally finished.

 

John:

Really?

 

John stops painting and walks over to Oliver.

 

Oliver:

Yep. That’s the script, finished.

 

John:

Fantastic! So, are you finally

going to tell me what it’s about?

 

Oliver:

Not just yet.

 

John:

Why not?

 

Oliver:

Well, because I also finally

finished the novel. And I’d

like you to read that first.

 

John:

You’re joking; you finished that

too?

 

Oliver:

Yeah.

 

John:

So, what’s that one about?

 

Oliver:

Well, it’s about not being afraid.

It’s about life and what I like

to think happens after we die.

 

John:

Sounds good, I’ll have to give it

a read.

 

Oliver:

Thank you.

 

John:

Are you going to try and get it

published?

Oliver:

Maybe.

 

John:

Maybe?

 

Oliver:

I’m not so sure, I made it for

you, mostly.

 

John:

Of course you did.

 

The two kiss.

 

John:

Alright, I’ll read it later.

But I want to hear about the

script you’ve written first.

 

Oliver:

Are you sure?

 

John:

Absolutely.

 

Oliver:

Because, y’know, it’s only the

first draft-

 

John:

You said you’d finished?

 

Oliver:

Well, I said I finished the first

draft.

 

John:

C’mon, show me the script.

 

Oliver:

Alright, alright.

 

Oliver types into the computer.

 

John:

So, what’s this one about?

 

Oliver:

Well, it’s about love and monsters

mostly.

 

John:

Sounds interesting.

 

Oliver:

Yeah, I worry though.

 

John:

About what?

 

Oliver:

Well, I’ve spent all this time

worrying about creating a

masterpiece and actually

finishing a piece of work

for once…

 

John:

Oh?

 

Oliver:

Well… what if it sucks?

 

Cut to black.

 

End Credits.

© 2013 JordanIsaacSmith


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I love the passion you give John in the story, the passion to make the world brighter with something that will last more than a moment:) I love the relationship you developed between Oliver and john and then the shadow scene was really good:)! Great screen play:)

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I agree with the others. This is a really great story, and you've written the characters really well too.

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It took a while, but this was amazing to read! I don't really know anything about Doctor Who, but I'll definately look into it now! Such a lovely love story. You're really good at writing screenplays!

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I love the passion you give John in the story, the passion to make the world brighter with something that will last more than a moment:) I love the relationship you developed between Oliver and john and then the shadow scene was really good:)! Great screen play:)

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