Showing posts with label The Fam. Show all posts
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Sunday 17 January 2021

A Fairy Godmother

 

I felt like that, once, 

when I was Young.


[Road - Three Years Earlier]


(Yasmin is sitting by the side of the road when The Police Car draws up and The Policewoman gets out.


ANITA: 

Hitchhiking? 


YASMIN: 

No. 


ANITA: 

Just taking in The View?

 [ Thats' a Good One -- She's Funny. There ISN'T one - this stretch of road is in the complete Middle of Nowhere and it is seemingly flat, bland and featureless as far as The Eye can see, in every direction.

[ No promise of an opportunity, even, to go down to The Crossroads, and meet The Devil. ]

YASMIN: 

Not Breaking The Law, am I? 


ANITA: 

No. Where are you off to? 


YASMIN: 

Away. 


ANITA: 

It's good there. 


YASMIN: 

Leave Me Alone. 


ANITA: 

Can't do that. 


YASMIN: 

Why not? 


ANITA: 

People are Worried about you. 


YASMIN: 

No, they're not. 


ANITA: 

Your Sister is. 

That's why she called us. 

She's worried you've left and are going to do something stupid

I've heard things are tough. 

Getting bullied at school? 

Grades have gone a bit wonky? 

Parents don't get what's up? 


You must be feeling pretty Trapped and Alone. 


YASMIN: 

I'm feeling way more than that. 


ANITA: 

That's better than the other way. 


YASMIN: 

What? 


ANITA: 

Well, Feeling Things isn't Wrong


YASMIN: 

I don't want your speech. 

ANITA: 

I know. 

The Terrible Thing about Being Older is, 

You have all this experience, 

and nobody ever wants to hear it

'Cos I know that there's so much ahead of you. 

What if This Moment, where you want to run away from everyone, including yourself, is just that. 

A Moment. 

What if we find a way to get you through it and out The Other Side? 

I've been Where You Are. 

Moments Change

Help's out there. As much or as little as you need. 

YASMIN: 

I'm not listening to you. 

ANITA: 

Would Hard Cash make a difference? 

I'll make you a deal. 

Look me up in three years. 

If I'm Wrong, I'll give you 50 Quid. 

I mean, I'd say more, but the pay's rubbish. 

YASMIN: 

Get another job, then. 

ANITA: 

Can't. 

Love it too much. 

But if I'm Right, you owe me 50p. 

Come on, those are good odds.


[Number 79]


(Yasmin knocks on the door.) 


ANITA: 

Hi, can I help you? 


YASMIN: 

Hi. You won't remember me. 

My name's Yasmin... 


ANITA: 

Yasmin Khan. 

I flippin' do remember you. 


YASMIN: 

I've got something for you. 

(Holds out a 50p piece.


ANITA: 

You wanna come in?




Wednesday 6 January 2021

Polidori














JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
This is why clowns are good.

BILL MOYERS: 
Clowns?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Clown religions
because they show that 
The Image is not a fact
but it’s a reflex of some kind.

BILL MOYERS: 
So does this help explain the trickster gods that show up at times?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
They’re very much that, yes. 

[Drawing room]

(Ryan is trying to play Chopsticks, one finger each hand, and making a mess of it.) 

MARY SHELLEY: 
Such a jaunty air. 
Is it popular in the colonies? 

RYAN
Er, yeah. 

Me Nan taught me, but 
I always get the keys wrong. 

But she always said, there's 
no reason not to try. 

MARY SHELLEY
I should practise more. 

But I confess, I prefer to write. 

RYAN
Hmm

MARY SHELLEY
Even though my efforts are weak. 

I could never hope to match the achievements of My Parents. 

RYAN
Me Nan would say stick with it. 

MARY
Hmm

RYAN: 
What's his problem? 

MARY SHELLEY : 
Oh, pay Doctor Polidori no heed. 

He's bad-tempered 
because he does not sleep. 

He walks at night. 
A terrible affliction. 

Imagine, never being able to Truly Rest.


[Drawing room]
(Polidori wakes and stands.)

GRAHAM: 
You're going nowhere, pal. 
You're staying right there. 
I'm on guard.

(Polidori walks away as if in a trance.)

GRAHAM: 
Oh. Hey. Poli? Poli? 
Hello? Poli? Poli? 
Can you hear me, son? 
Can you hear me?

(Polidori walks through a wall.)

[Byron's chamber]

(The Doctor runs in.)

DOCTOR: 
Argh!

(And out and in.)

CLAIRE: 
The same chamber, over and over. 
How is it possible?

DOCTOR: 
It's not. It's...

BYRON: 
Like a dream.

[Staircase]
MARY: 
Elise? Can you hear me? 
Do you have William?

YASMIN: 
He'll be okay. 
He probably just cried himself out and fell asleep.

GRAHAM [OC]: Doc! Poli! Doc!
[Drawing room]
(Runs out and in again.)
GRAHAM: Doc!
(The woman and girl are there.)
GRAHAM: There's something seriously wrong with this gaff.
[Byron's chamber]
DOCTOR: 
Is anyone else trapped?

GRAHAM [OC]: 
Yeah.

[Drawing room]

GRAHAM: 
And I think I'm seeing 
Dead People.

(The wind blows through, extinguishing fires and candles.) GRAHAM: 
Perfect.

RYAN [OC] 
We're the same!

[Staircase]
RYAN: 
I totally saw a ghost.

YASMIN: 
We're stuck on the stairs.
MARY: 
Please! How do we move upwards? 
I need to check My Son is well.

[Byron's chamber]

DOCTOR: 
Working on it! Head's a bit fuzzy. 
Normal service will resume shortly. 
And ghosts don't exist.

[Drawing room]
GRAHAM: 
Of course not. You two just need 
a spray tan and a kip, eh?

DOCTOR [OC]: 
Graham, what sort of 
Dead People, exactly?

GRAHAM: 
Oh. How can I hear your voice, Doc?
DOCTOR [OC]: I'm using the fireplace chimney.
GRAHAM: Doc?
DOCTOR [OC]: Graham? Graham?
GRAHAM: They've gone now. And... so's Polidori.
[Byron's chamber]
GRAHAM [OC]: I've lost him.

DOCTOR: 
You had one job!
[Drawing room]

GRAHAM: 
Yeah, made more challenging by his ability to walk through walls.

[Byron's chamber]

DOCTOR: 
Through?

GRAHAM [OC]: 
Well, he just turned 
sort of zombie and 
went into one.

BYRON: 
What do you speak of? 
What is a zombie?

CLAIRE: 
Mrs Doctor?

DOCTOR: 
Kind of a Dead Person walking, 
but it won't be that.

CLAIRE: 
Mrs Doctor?

BYRON: 
How do you know?

DOCTOR: 
Because Polidori isn't dead, 
for a kick-off.

(Polidori walks in through the wall.)

CLAIRE: 
Mrs Doctor!

DOCTOR: 
Really, just ‘Doctor’ is fine.

BYRON: 
Polidori!

(Byron hides behind Claire.)

CLAIRE: 
He emerged from the wall 
like a phantom.

BYRON:
Begone, demon!

DOCTOR: 
Pulse? Check. 
Breathing. Check.

BYRON: 
May I just say, you are 
quite lovely in a crisis.

DOCTOR: 
No, you may not. 
The lights are on, 
but he's gone 
on a mini-break.

BYRON: 
Possessed?

CLAIRE: 
Or asleep?
 He walks in his sleep.

BYRON:
One does not sleepwalk 
through walls.

DOCTOR: 
Not just through. Up
He was downstairs a second ago. What you said before...

BYRON: 
About being lovely?

DOCTOR: 
Back a bit.

BYRON: 
Er... Demon?

DOCTOR: 
It's like dreaming... 
only we aren't, and he is
So he can't see 
The Illusion.

(She puts her hand through the wall.)

DOCTOR: 
But it's more than that. 
We're surrounded. Immersed. 
It's sort of like a... 
A perception filter! 
Close your eyes. Clear your mind. 
We're only experiencing 
what it wants us to.






JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
This is why clowns are good.

BILL MOYERS: 
Clowns?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Clown religions, because they show that the image is not a fact, but it’s a reflex of some kind.

BILL MOYERS: 
So does this help explain the trickster gods that show up at times?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
They’re very much that, yes. 


Tuesday 29 December 2020

Alright, it's a Work in Progress, but So is Life. It'll Be Fine.










DOCTOR: 
All right, it's a work in progress, but so is life. 
It'll be fine. 
Oh! I got these downstairs. One must work. 
(A large collection of keys.) 
DOCTOR: You can figure out how to work a crane, right? Go. 
(She heads out along the horizontal long jib.) 
DOCTOR: Yep, way too high.

[Building site]

GRAHAM: Grace, she explicitly said not to come back. It's not safe. 
(The Gathering Coil is partway up the second crane.) 
GRACE: Look, it's swapped cranes. It's trying to bring it down. We have to stop it. 
(She hands her florescent vest to Graham and storms off.)

[Crane cab]

(Karl has reached the far end of the jib. Yasmin has been trying all the keys in the ignition.) 
YASMIN: Last one. (it works) Get in. Okay, so now we just need to swing the arm round to meet that one. 
(Ryan has been doing searches on his phone.) 
RYAN: Right, I think this shows us. Ready? 
YASMIN: Every day's a learning day.

[Crane jib]

DOCTOR: Wrong way! Wrong way!

[Crane cab]

RYAN: Wrong way. Wrong way! 
YASMIN: I know. Shut up.

[Crane jibs]

DOCTOR: Hiya, again. 
RYAN: What's going on? 
DOCTOR: When the arms line up, just step across. 
(The Gathering Coil manages to short-circuit the crane, and the jib halts about two metres lower than Karl's jib.) 
KARL: How am I supposed to get across there now? 
DOCTOR: When I said step, obviously I meant jump. Jump across. 
KARL: I can't do that! 
DOCTOR: Of course you can. Stand up, quick jump. Chop chop, I'll catch you. 
KARL: I dunno. I'm not great with heights. 
DOCTOR: What? 
KARL: It's my dad's company. 
(Tzim-Sha is now on his jib.) 
DOCTOR: Pop on over. 
KARL: Okay. I am special. 
DOCTOR: Yes, you are. 
KARL: I am brave, and I am gonna jump. 
DOCTOR: No time like the present. 
(But just as Karl has launched himself into the air, Tzim-Sha grabs him by the collar.) 
DOCTOR: Let him go! 
(Karl is dragged away.) 
KARL: I'm sorry! 
DOCTOR: If you want something doing... 
KARL: Please! Help! 
(The Doctor takes a run up, and just manages to grab onto Karl's crane.) 
ALL: Oh, my God. 
DOCTOR: These legs definitely used to be longer. 
(She hauls herself onto the jib.) 
DOCTOR: Oi, Tim Shaw, you stop right there. 
(Tzim-Sha takes off his faceplate.) 
KARL: Oh, he's got a face of teeth! 
DOCTOR: I know. I've got this. Let him go... or I destroy this. 
(Searches pockets.) 
DOCTOR: Really need a new coat. This. 
(A glowing red gizmo.) 
DOCTOR: The recall from the pod you travelled in. I took it out. Without this, you can't get home. Yeah, see? Now you're worried. If I fall, this falls with me. Then you're stuck.

[Building site]

(Graham and Grace unpack the cables, battery and stuff they used on the roof top against the Gathering Coil.) 
GRACE: Yeah? 
GRAHAM: Yeah. Come on.

[Crane jib]

DOCTOR: What do you do with them, your human trophies? 
TZIM-SHA: They're held in stasis in our trophy chambers, on the cusp between life and death. 
DOCTOR: Left to rot? How completely obscene. 
TZIM-SHA: They're not important. 
KARL: Hey! I'm important. 
DOCTOR: If I don't stop you, your people will keep doing this. 
TZIM-SHA: Give me the circuit or I detonate the bombs placed in your friends. 
DOCTOR: More weapons. Did your pet put one in Karl too? 
KARL: What? 
TZIM-SHA: There was no need. He was tagged. He is the trophy. 
DOCTOR: I thought as much. Right, you detonate the bombs, I'll destroy the recall. So, what are we going to do?

[Building site]

(They break into the high voltage shed.) 
GRACE: Right, you rewired the house, so you sort things out this end, I'll climb up. 
GRAHAM: I don't want you doing that. 
GRACE: Graham, Ryan's in danger. We don't have time to argue. Give me t'signal when you're ready. 
GRAHAM: Okay. 
(Grace kisses him.) 
GRACE: Is it wrong to be enjoying this? 
GRAHAM: Yes!

[Crane jib]

DOCTOR: Poor Tim Shaw. The wannabe leader who has to cheat because he knows he's unworthy. See, that's why I know you won't detonate. Although, you could prove me wrong cos we're all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honour who we've been and choose who we want to be next. Now's your chance. How about it? 
TZIM-SHA: Who are you? 
DOCTOR: Yes. I'm glad you asked that again. Bit of adrenaline, dash of outrage, and a hint of panic knitted my brain back together. I know exactly who I am. I'm the Doctor. Sorting out fair play throughout the universe. Now please, get off this planet while you still have a choice. 
TZIM-SHA: I choose to win. 
(Tzim-Sha presses an activation button, and a few moments later drops his faceplate and starts to scream in pain.) 
DOCTOR: Sorry. I removed those nasty little things from my friends - Swiss Army sonic, now with added Sheffield steel - And I implanted them back in your creature. Your transference wasn't just data, it was physical. You got everything transferred to you, including five tiny bombs. You had a choice. You did this to yourself. Go home. 
(The Doctor throws the recall circuit to Tzim-Sha, who has started to melt. Karl kicks at him and Tzim-Sha falls through the broken hand-rail, putting the recall circuit onto his chest and vanishing.) 
KARL: I am important! 
DOCTOR: You had no right to do that.

[Building site]

(Grace has climbed up to the Gathering Coil.) 
GRACE: Put a bomb in me, would you? Now, Graham! 
(Graham throws the master switch and electricity surges, starting to short out the Coil.) 
GRACE: It's working! 
(But when the Coil falls apart and drops, it knocks Grace down to the ground too, and it is not a short fall. Graham rushes to her.) 
GRACE: Don't be cross with me. 
GRAHAM: I'm not cross, baby. I'm not cross. 
GRACE: Promise me... you won't be scared. 
GRAHAM: What do you mean? 
GRACE: Without me. 
GRAHAM: Grace. Grace... 
(Ryan and Yasmin run over, then the Doctor.)

[YouTube channel]

RYAN: So, today I want to talk about the greatest woman I ever met. Smart, funny, caring. Proper special. My nan. Because... she died.

[Ryan's bedroom]

RYAN: First me mum six years ago, and now me nan. It's like the best people get taken first. I had a lot to learn from her and I were looking forward to that. She died like she lived, trying to help other people. I love you, Nan, and tomorrow I'm going out there for you.

[Moors]

(Amazingly, the bike is still rideable - but Ryan still keeps falling off, bless.) 
RYAN: Three, two, one... 
(The Doctor watches from a distance as Ryan keeps trying and falling and trying again.)

[Chapel]

DOCTOR: What time did your dad say he'd get here? 
RYAN: Two hours ago. 
DOCTOR: If he said he'll come... 
RYAN: He says a lot of things. He's never been the best at being reliable. I mean, how can he not be here? She's his mum. She would've wanted him here. I want him here. 
(The memorial service has started.) 
GRAHAM: Lots of you knew Grace longer than me, so I can't stand here and pretend to know everything about her. I wasn't her first husband, but she said I would do for a second attempt. I can only tell you about the Grace I met, when I thought I didn't have much time left. The... the Grace that showed me life had more to offer, and... And I know if she was here now, she'd tell us not to be so sad. You see, I can hear her saying to me, Graham, we had three glorious years, what're you complaining about? I'm complaining because I wanted more. You see, Grace was a better person than I could ever be. And I should have gone and... Grace should still be here.

[Outside Ryan's home]

DOCTOR: What did you mean in your speech, you thought you'd run out of time? 
GRAHAM: Oh, well, er, I had cancer and er... Well, strictly speaking, I'm still in remission, three years gone. And Grace was my chemo nurse. That's where we met and fell in love. So by rights, I shouldn't even be here. 
YASMIN: Have you got family? 
DOCTOR: No. Lost them a long time ago. 
RYAN: How do you cope with that? 
DOCTOR: I carry them with me. What they would've thought and said and done. I make them a part of who I am. So even though they're gone from the world, they're never gone from me. 
GRAHAM: That's the sort of thing Grace would have said. 
YASMIN: So everything we saw, everything we've lied to people about, is this normal for you? 
DOCTOR: I'm just a traveller. Sometimes I see things need fixing, I do what I can. Except right now, I'm a traveller without a ship. I've stayed too long. I should get back to finding my Tardis. 
YASMIN: Doctor. Can I just say, you really need to get out of those clothes. 
DOCTOR: Right, yeah. It's been a long time since I bought women's clothes.

[Charity shop]

(Lots of stuff being thrown out from behind the changing room curtain.) 
DOCTOR [OC]: Not that. Not that, not that. Ah, not that. Oh! Yes! Now, that's what I want. 
(She comes out wearing a really weird ensemble of a top with two horizontal stripes across her biggest part, a pair of half-mast flares held up by braces, and a pale grey long coat with hood. Still in the Doc Martens, though.) 
YASMIN: That's what you're going with? 
DOCTOR: Yep! Got any cash? Empty pockets. Also, I've been thinking about my Tardis. So you think you guys might be able to help me?

[Industrial unit]

(The Doctor is putting the final touches to a very Heath-Robinson lash-up. Graham is clutching a car battery.) 
GRAHAM: How long have we got to stand here for? I'm getting cramp. 
DOCTOR: Seriously, Graham, trying to concentrate here. 
RYAN: Do you understand what she's doing? 
DOCTOR: My ship uses a particular type of energy. I've tracked that energy trail from the moment I lost it to where it is now. Now, given this is a transport pod, I'm configuring it to send me to the planet where my ship seems to have ended up. 
YASMIN: You're going to another planet? 
DOCTOR: Well, trying to. Except Stenza technology's really annoying and super hard to decipher. 139 layers, seven of which don't make sense. Right. Graham. 
GRAHAM: Yeah? 
DOCTOR: Clamp those onto there. 
(Crocodile clips onto the battery terminals.) 
GRAHAM: All right. 
DOCTOR: Yaz, thread the cable onto the top. Ryan, you turn on the switch. Okay, you three, I'm almost gonna miss ya. 
(A microwave beeps.) 
DOCTOR: That's it. It's connected up. It should work. 
(She sets the timer on the microwave.) 
DOCTOR: Moment of truth, then. Wish me luck. And goodbye. Oh, deep breath. Not you lot. Me. 
(She inhales, holds it and activates the Sheffield Sonic. The microwave timer reaches zero, power surges through cables... and they all disappear. 
The Doctor opens her eyes to find she is floating in the vacuum of space - with her three new companions close by.)

Thursday 11 April 2019

SPIRITUAL ADOPTION

"That's the sort of thing Grace would have said."

- The Elder


We’ve Passed on 
All We Know

A Thousand Generations 
Live on in You, Now —

But This is Your Fight.


All The Lonely People — 
Where Do They All Come From...?



"Again, as from our natural filiation many social relations crop up between us and the rest of the world, so our divine life and adoption establish manifold relations between the regenerate and adopted soul.

Adoption is the Work of Love. "What is adoption," says the Council of Frankfort, "if not a union of love?" 



It is, therefore, meet that it should be traced to, and terminate in, the intimate presence of the Spirit of Love. "




Orion: 
Okay. You say, 
‘Ryan,  I'm sorry. 

I've messed up. 
I haven't been good enough. 
I've let you down a lot. 

And I know that's made life hard for you. 
And if it meant that over the years, you ever felt lonely or abandoned or didn't know where to turn or who to talk to or how to be. 
Then I'm sorry. Cos... 

'Cos you mustn't ever think that you didn't deserve my love.’



(Everyone is asleep except Victoria, who has the gun. The Doctor yawns and Victoria turns the weapon on him. He raises his arms in surrender.

The Cosmic Hobo : 
I'm on your side, remember? 
Hey, why didn't you wake me? 
I should have been on watch half an hour ago. 

VICTORIA: 
I thought you should rest. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Why me? 

VICTORIA: 
No reason really. 

The Cosmic Hobo: 
....oh, I think I know. 
Is it because I'm -

VICTORIA: 
Well, if you ARE 450 years old, 
you need a great deal of sleep

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Well that's very considerate of you, Victoria, 
but between you and me — 
I'm really quite lively actually, 
all things being considered. 

(The Doctor takes the gun.

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Are you happy with us, Victoria? 

VICTORIA: 
Yes, I am. 
At least, I would be if My Father were here. 

The Cosmic Hobo
Yes, I know, I know. 

VICTORIA : 
I wonder what he would have thought if he could see me now -

The Cosmic Hobo : 
You miss him very much, don't you? 

VICTORIA :
It's only when I close my eyes -

I can still see him, standing there --
before those horrible Dalek creatures came to the house. 

He was a very kind man — 
I shall never forget him. Never. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
No, of course you won't.

But, you know - 
The memory of him won't always be a sad one. 

VICTORIA: 
I think it will

You can't understand, being so ancient. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Eh?! 

VICTORIA: 
I mean ‘old.’

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Oh. 


VICTORIA: 
You probably can't even remember your family. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Oh yes, I can when I want to. 

And that's the point, really -
I have to really WANT to, 
To bring them back in front of my eyes -

The rest of the time they sleep in my mind, 
and I forget. 
And so will you. 

Oh, yes you will. 



You'll find there's so much else to think about. 

So remember, our lives are different to anybody else's. 
That's the exciting thing. 

There's nobody in THE UNIVERSE can do what we're doing. 

Now, you must get some sleep 
and let this Poor Old Man stay awake.



Old Grandfather : 
The girl, Vicki, now. 
Did you, did you bring her? 

BARBARA: 
Yes. 

Old Grandfather : 
Where? 

BARBARA: 
She’s waiting outside. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, I must get some fresh air. 
Yes, I want to have a talk with that child. 

IAN: 
Are you all right?

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, now don’t fuss especially, 
I’m quite all right, my boy. 
I’m quite all right. 

(The Doctor leaves

BARBARA: 
Ian, what about Vicki? 
I wish we could take her with us. 
Hmm? Well, we can’t leave her here, can we?

[Cave]

Old Grandfather : 
Thats about what happened, and that’s all. 

VICKI: 
Then Bennett murdered My Father. 
Then I’ve got nobody. 

Old Grandfather : 
My dear. 
My dear, why don’t you come with us, hmm? 

VICKI: 
In that old box? 

Old Grandfather : 
We can travel anywhere and everywhere in that old box as you call it. 
Regardless of Space and Time. 

VICKI: 
Then it is a time machine?

Old Grandfather : 
And if you like adventure, my dear, 
I can promise you an abundance of it. 
 
Apart from all that, well you’ll be amongst friends. 
Hmm? Well? 
 
Now, suppose I leave you here for a moment to think about it, hmm?

[TARDIS]

BARBARA: 
Doctor? 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes? 

BARBARA: 
We were talking about Vicki and we were wondering whether —

IAN: 
Yes, do you think er, Vicki —

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, yes, yes, 
I can see that we’ve all reached the same decision. 
 
Now, I suggest we try and get The Answer from The Child, hmm? 
 
Vicki? Vicki, my dear, come in. 

VICKI: 
But its huge! 
And, well, the outside is just, well...

BARBARA: 
Vicki, are you going to come with us? 

VICKI: 
Oh I, I’d like to. 
Yes, if you’ll have me.


(Steven and the Doctor leave their hiding place and rush to the TARDIS as the soldiers begin hammering on de Coligny's door.

OFFICER: 
Open up! In the King's name! 
Open this door! 

(The TARDIS leaves Paris as the carnage and the slaughter begins.)

[TARDIS]

STEVEN: 
Surely there was something we could have done? 

Old Grandfather : 
No, nothing. Nothing. 
In any case, I cannot change the course of history, you know that. 

The massacre continued for several days in Paris 
and then spread itself to other parts of France. 

Oh, what a senseless waste. 
What a terrible page of the past. 

STEVEN: 
Did they all die? 


Old Grandfather : 
Yes, most of them. 
About ten thousand in Paris alone. 

STEVEN: 
The Admiral? 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes. 

STEVEN: 
Nicholas? 
You had to leave Anne Chaplet there to die. 

Old Grandfather : 
Anne Chaplet? 

STEVEN: 
The girl! The girl who was with me! 
 
If you'd brought her with us she needn't have died. 
But no, you had to leave her there to be slaughtered. 

Old Grandfather : 
Well, it is possible of course she didn't die, 
and I was right to leave her. 



STEVEN: 
Possible? Look, how possible? 

That girl was already hunted by the Catholic guards. 

If they killed ten thousand how did they spare her? 

You don't know, do you? 
You can't say for certain that you weren't responsible for that girl's death. 

Old Grandfather : 
I was not responsible. 



STEVEN: 
Oh, no - You just sent her back to her aunt's house where the guards were waiting to catch her. 

I tell you this much, Doctor, 
wherever this machine of yours lands next I'm getting off

If your researches have so little regard for human life then I want no part of it. 




Old Grandfather : 
We've landed. Your mind is made up? 



(The TARDIS doors open.

STEVEN: 
Goodbye. 

Old Grandfather : 
My dear Steven, history sometimes gives us a terrible shock, 
and that is because we don't quite fully understand. 

Why should we? 


After all, we're all too small to realise its final pattern. 

Therefore don't try and judge it from where you stand. 

I was right to do as I did. 

Yes, that I firmly believe. 





(Steven leaves the TARDIS without another word.)

Old Grandfather : 
Even after all this time he cannot understand. 

I dare not change the course of history. 

Well, at least I taught him to take some precautions. 

He did remember to look at the scanner before he opened the doors. 



Now they're all gone. All gone. 


None of them could understand. 


Not even my little Susan, or Vicki. 



And as for Barbara and Chatterton. Chesterton. 


They were all too impatient to get back to their own time. 


And now, Steven. 

Perhaps I should go home, back to my own planet. 

But I can't. 

I can't. 







(The TARDIS has landed on Wimbledon Common in 1966. A young girl is running for help. She spots the police box at the roadside and dashes inside.

Old Grandfather : 
Who are you? 

DODO: 
Where's the telephone? 

Old Grandfather : 
What did you say?

DODO: 
The telephone. 
I've got to ring up. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, pull yourself together, child. 
I think you've made a mistake. 

DODO: 
Who are you? 
Are you the police? 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, good gracious. 
Of course not. 

DODO: 
Well, this is a police box. 
It says so outside. 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, yes. I know. 
But, er, it isn't, if you know what I mean. 
Now run along and find another police box. 
In any case, child, what do you want to do with the police? 

DODO: 
There's been an accident. 
A little boy's been hurt and I've got to phone the police. 

Old Grandfather :
 Oh, well, I'm afraid I can't help you. 
No, you must run along and phone the police somewhere else. 
And the same time phone for an ambulance.

DODO: 
Wait a minute, if this isn't a police box, what is it? And who are you?

Old Grandfather : 
Well, my dear, I'm a Doctor of Science, 
and this machine is for travelling through time and relative dimensions in space. 
Now you - 




DODO: 
Come again? 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, never mind, my dear, never mind. Run along.

DODO: 
There's something odd going on here. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh please, child. 

STEVEN: 
Doctor, quick! 
You've got to take off. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, so you've come back, my boy! 

STEVEN: 
Yes, yes, I've come back. 
We can't go into that now. 
There are two policemen coming over the common towards the TARDIS. 

Old Grandfather : 
Policemen? Coming here? 
Good gracious me! 
They'll want to use the telephone or something like it. 


(The TARDIS doors close and they dematerialise.

STEVEN: 
Oh, that was close. 

Old Grandfather : 
Well, tell me, young man, what made you change your mind? 

STEVEN: 
How did you get in here? 

DODO: 
On me feet, same as you did. 

STEVEN: 
Look, do you realise what's happening? 
We've taken off! We could land anywhere! 

DODO: 
We really travelling? 
Where to? 

STEVEN: 
But we're travelling in time and space. 
We're not on Earth any more. 
We could land anywhere, in any age. 

DODO: 
Tell us another one.

STEVEN: 
Doctor, how could you? 

Old Grandfather : 
What else could I do, dear boy? 
You don't want a couple of policemen aboard the TARDIS do you? 
You know, you're the most inconsistent young man? 
Just now you were telling me off for not having that Chaplet girl aboard! 

STEVEN: 
Ah, that was different! 
This is no joyride you know. 
You may never get home again. 

DODO: 
I don't care. 

STEVEN: 
What about your parents?

DODO: 
I haven't got any. 
I live with me great aunt, and she won't care if she never sees me again. 

Old Grandfather : 
There now, you see? 
All this fuss about nothing. 





 
 
But don't you think she looks rather like my grandchild Susan?

STEVEN: 
You forget, I've never met your granddaughter. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, no, no, no, no, of course not, no. 
Yes, but she does you know. 
What is your name, child? 

DODO : 
Dodo. 

Old Grandfather : 
What? 

DODO: 
It's Dorothea, really. 
Dorothea Chaplet. 

STEVEN: 
Chaplet? 
Yes, but you're not French, are you? 

DODO: 
Don't be daft. 
Me granddad was, though. 

STEVEN: 
Doctor, it's not possible is it? 
Chaplet? Anne's great, great -

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, yes, it is possible, my boy. 
Very possible. 
Welcome aboard the TARDIS, Miss Dorothea Chaplet. 

DODO: 
Dodo! 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, my dear! My dear!

Next Episode - The Steel Sky


Spiritual Adoption :
(Latin adoptare, to choose.)

Adoption is the gratuitous taking of A Stranger as one's own child and heir





" According as the adopter is man or God, the adoption is styled human or divine, natural or supernatural

In the present instance there is question only of the divine — that adoption of man by God in virtue of which we become His sons and heirs. 

• Is this adoption only a figurative way of speaking? 

• Is there substantial authority to vouch for its reality? 

• What idea are we to form of its nature and constituents? 


A careful consideration of the presentation of Holy Scripture, of the teachings of Christian tradition, and of the theories set forth by theologians relative to our adopted sonship, will help to answer these questions.


The Old Testament, which St. Paul aptly compares to the state of childhood and bondage, contains no text that would point conclusively to our adoption. 

There were indeed saints in the days of the Old Law, and if there were saints there were also adopted children of God, for sanctity and adoption are inseparable effects of the same habitual grace. 

But as the Old Law did not possess the virtue of giving that grace, neither did it contain a clear intimation of supernatural adoption. 



Such sayings as those of Exodus (4:22), "Israel is my son, my firstborn", Osee (1:10), "Ye are the sons of the living God", and Romans (9:4), "Israelites to whom belongeth the adoption as of children", are not to be applied to any individual soul, for they were spoken of God's chosen people taken collectively.






It is in the New Testament, which marks the fullness of time and the advent of the Redeemer, that we must search for the revelation of this heaven-born privilege (cf. Galatians 4:1). 



"Son of God" is an expression of no infrequent use in the Synoptic Gospels, and as therein employed, the words apply both to Jesus and to ourselves. 



But whether, in the case of Jesus, this phrase points to Messiahship only, or would also include the idea of real divine filiation, is a matter of little consequence in our particular case. 





Surely in our case it cannot of itself afford us a sufficiently stable foundation on which to establish a valid claim to adopted sonship. 



As a matter of fact, when St. Matthew (5:9, 45) speaks of the "children of God", he means the peacemakers, and when he speaks of "children of your Father who is in Heaven", he means those who repay hatred with love, thereby implying throughout nothing more than a broad resemblance to, and moral union with God. 









The charter of our adoption is properly recorded by St. Paul (Romans 8; Ephesians 1; Galatians 4); St. John (Prologue and First Epistle 1:3); St. Peter (First Epistle 1); and St. James (Epistle 1). 

According to these several passages we are begotten, born of God. He is our Father, but in such wise that we may call ourselves, and truly are, His children, the members of His family, brothers of Jesus Christ with whom we partake of the Divine Nature and claim a share in the heavenly heritage. 





This divine filiation, together with the right of co-heritage, finds its source in God's own will and graceful condescension. 

When St. Paul, using a technical term borrowed from the Greeks, calls it adoption, we must interpret the word in a merely analogical sense. 

In general, the correct interpretation of the Scriptural concept of our adoption must follow the golden mean and locate itself midway between the Divine Sonship of Jesus on the one hand, and human adoption on the other — immeasurably below the former and above the latter. 



Human adoption may modify the social standing, but adds nothing to the intrinsic worth of an adopted child. 

Divine adoption, on the contrary, works inward, penetrating to the very core of our life, renovating enriching, transforming it into the likeness of Jesus, "the firstborn among many brethren". 



Of course it cannot be more than a likeness, an image of the Divine Original mirrored in our imperfect selves. 

There will ever be between our adoption and the filiation of Jesus the infinite distance which separates created grace from hypostatical union. 





And yet, that intimate and mysterious communion with Christ, and through Him with God, is the glory of our adopted sonship: "And the glory which thou hast given me, I have given to them — I in them and thou in me" (John 17:22, 23).




The oft-repeated emphasis which Holy Writ lays on our supernatural adoption won great popularity for that dogma in the early Church. 

Baptism, the laver of regeneration, became the occasion of a spontaneous expression of faith in our adopted sonship. 

The newly baptised were called infantes, irrespective of age. 

They assumed names which suggested the idea of adoption, such as Adeptus, Regeneratus, Renatus, Deigenitus, Theogonus, and the like. 

In the liturgical prayers for neophytes, some of which have survived even to our own day (e.g. the collect for Holy Saturday and the preface for Pentecost), the officiating prelate made it a sacred duty to remind them of this grace of adoption, and to call down from Heaven a like blessing on those who had not yet been so favoured. (See BAPTISM.) 

The Fathers dwell on this privilege which they are pleased to style deification. 

St. Irenæus (Adv. Haereses, iii, 17-19); St. Athanasius (Cont. Arianos, ii, 59); St. Cyril of Alexandria (Comment. on St. John, i, 13, 14); St. John Chrysostom (Homilies on St. Matthew, ii, 2); St. Augustine (Tracts 11 and 12 on St. John); St. Peter Chrysologus (Sermon 72 on the Lord's Prayer) — all seem willing to spend their eloquence on the sublimity of our adoption. 

For them it was an uncontradicted primal principle, an ever ready source of instruction for the faithful, as well as an argument against heretics such as the Arians, Macedonians, and Nestorians. 

The Son is truly God, else how could He deify us? 

The Holy Ghost is truly God, else how could His indwelling sanctify us? 

The Incarnation of the Logos is real, else how could our deification be real? 


Be the value of such arguments what it may, the fact of their having been used, and this to good effect, bears witness to the popularity and common acceptance of the dogma in those days.




Some writers, like Scheeben, go further still and look in the patristic writings for set theories regarding the constituent factor of our adoption. 

They claim that, while the Fathers of the East account for our supernatural sonship by the indwelling of the Holy Ghost, the Fathers of the West maintain that sanctifying grace is the real factor. Such a view is premature. 

True it is that St. Cyril lays special stress on the presence of the Holy Spirit in the soul of the just man, whereas St. Augustine is more partial towards grace. 

But it is equally true that neither speaks exclusively, much less pretends to lay down the causa formalis of adoption as we understand it today. 

In spite of all the catechetic and polemic uses to which the Fathers put this dogma, they left it in no clearer light than did their predecessors, the inspired writers of the distant past. The patristic sayings, like those of Holy Scripture, afford precious data for the framing of a theory, but that theory itself is the work of later ages.




What is the essential factor or formal cause of our supernatural adoption? 

This question was never seriously mooted previous to the scholastic period. 

The solutions it then received were to a great extent influenced by the then current theories on grace. 

Peter the Lombard, who identifies Grace and Charity with the Holy Ghost, was naturally brought to explain our adoption by the sole presence of the Spirit in the soul of the just, to the exclusion of any created and inherent God-given entity. 


The Nominalists and Scotus, though reluctantly admitting a created entity, nevertheless failed to see in it a valid factor of our divine adoption, and consequently had recourse to a divine positive enactment decreeing and receiving us as children of God and heirs of the Kingdom. 

Apart from these, a vast majority of the Schoolmen with Alexander Hales, Albert the Great, St. Bonaventure, and preeminently St. Thomas, pointed to habitual grace (an expression coined by Alexander) as the essential factor of our adopted sonship. 

For them the same inherent quality which gives new life and birth to the soul gives it also a new filiation. 

Says the Angel of the Schools (III:9:23, ad 3am), "The creature is assimilated to the Word of God in His Unity with the Father; and this is done by Grace and Charity. . . . Such a likeness perfects the idea of adoption, for to the like is due the same eternal heritage." (See GRACE.) 

This last view received the seal of the Council of Trent (sess. VI, c. vii, can. 11). 

The Council first identifies justification with adoption: "To become just and to be heir according to the hope of life everlasting" is one and the same thing. 

It then proceeds to give the real essence of justification. "Its sole formal cause is the justice of God, not that whereby He Himself is just, but that whereby He maketh us just." 

Furthermore, it repeatedly characterises the Grace of Justification and Adoption as "no mere extrinsic attribute or favour, but a gift inherent in our hearts." 


This teaching was still more forcibly emphasized in the Catechism of the Council of Trent (De Bapt., No. 50), and by the condemnation by Pius V of the forty-second proposition of Baius, the contradictory of which reads: "Justice is a Grace infused into the soul whereby Man is adopted into divine sonship." 

It would seem that the thoroughness with which the Council of Trent treated this doctrine should have precluded even the possibility of further discussion. 


Nevertheless the question came to the fore again with Leonard Leys (Lessius), 1623; Denis Pétau (Petavius), 1652; and Matthias Scheeben, 1888. 

According to their views, it could very well be that the unica causa formalis of the Council of Trent is not the complete cause of our adoption, and it is for this reason that they would make the indwelling of the Holy Ghost at least a partial constituent of divine sonship. 

Here we need waste no words in consideration of the singular idea of making the indwelling of the Holy Ghost an act proper to, and not merely an appropriation of, the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity. 

As to the main point at issue, if we carefully weigh the posthumous explanations given by Lessius; if we recall the fact that Petavius spoke of the matter under consideration rather en passant; and if we notice the care Scheeben takes to assert that grace is the essential factor of our adoption, the presence of the Holy Ghost being only an integral part and substantial complement of the same, there will be little room for alarm as to the orthodoxy of these distinguished writers. 

The innovation, however, was not happy. It did not blend with the obvious teaching of the Council of Trent. It ignored the terse interpretation given in the Catechism of the Council of Trent. It served only to complicate and obscure that simple and direct traditional theory, accounting for our regeneration and adoption by the selfsame factor. 


Still it had the advantage of throwing a stronger light upon the connotations of sanctifying grace, and of setting off in purer relief the relations of the sanctified and adopted soul with The Three Persons of the Blessed Trinity: with The Father, the Author and Giver of Grace; with the Incarnate Son, the meritorious Cause and Exemplar of our adoption; and especially with the Holy Ghost, the Bond of our union with God, and the infallible Pledge of our inheritance.

It also brought us back to the somewhat forgotten ethical lessons of our communion with the Triune God, and especially with the Holy Ghost, lessons so much insisted upon in ancient patristic literature and the inspired writings. 





"The Three Persons of the Blessed Trinity, the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost", says St. Augustine (Tract 76; In Joan), "come to us as long as we go to Them, They come with Their help, if we go with submission. They come with light, if we go to learn; They come to replenish, if we go to be filled, that our vision of Them be not from without but from within, and that Their indwelling in us be not fleeting but eternal." 

And St. Paul (1 Corinthians 3:16, 17), "Know you not that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you? But if any man violate the temple of God, him shall God destroy. For the temple of God is holy, which you are." 

From what has been said, it is manifest that our supernatural adoption is an immediate and necessary property of sanctifying grace. The primal concept of sanctifying grace is a new God-given and Godlike life superadded to our natural life. 

By that very life we are born to God even as the child to its parent, and thus we acquire a new filiation. 

This filiation is called adoption for two reasons: first, to distinguish it from the one natural filiation which belongs to Jesus; second, to emphasize the fact that we have it only through the free choice and merciful condescension of God. 

Again, as from our natural filiation many social relations crop up between us and the rest of the world, so our divine life and adoption establish manifold relations between the regenerate and adopted soul on the one hand, and the Triune God on the other. 



It was not without reason that Scripture and the Eastern Church singled out the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity as the special term of these higher relations. 

Adoption is the work of love. "What is adoption," says the Council of Frankfort, "if not a union of love?" 

It is, therefore, meet that it should be traced to, and terminate in, the intimate presence of the Spirit of Love.