0 comments / Posted by AbbyShot Blog

Below you will find another sample of the wonderful scripts which were sent into us by the talented writers out there in the Whoniverse for our 2011 Christmas Contest. As we have mentioned, it was a brutal decision for so many writers were so deserving, many more of whose scripts you will read in weeks to come. Josh’s script was filled with personality as he focused on the Doctor and even the relationship between Amy & Rory was palpable. Josh even earned extra points by writing about AbbyShot’s Eleventh Doctor’s Jacket so brilliantly! So, sit back with your favourite cuppa and enjoy Josh Winton’s The Doctor’s Jacket!
THE DOCTOR’S JACKET
Written by Josh Winton

INT. TARDIS – CHRISTMAS DAY
Intercut with various views of THE DOCTOR, running around his whirling, twirling, beeping console, seemingly pulling and pushing at random levers and buttons. Only he seems to know what he’s doing. He is alone, wearing his usual, save the jacket.

THE DOCTOR
Alright, my dear. Where to this time? Avalon with its six moons and advanced human civilization of Elbyon? Haven’t been there in a while. Be a bit odd though, all things considered…
The Doctor stops in his tracks seeming to think better of Avalon. 
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(talking to himself)

True. Right. Well, of course not.
Maybe. Possibly. Never. Good!
Moving on then!

The Doctor begins his frantic movement again, busying himself with the controls while he talks.
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
What about Auros? Agghh! More humans. Why are humans everywhere? It’s like they’re on every planet.
(agitated)
Let’s not do humans for a change, eh? How about… Ooh, Augea! Anything and everything you’ve ever heard of, dreamed, smelt, seen, or imagined in Greek mythology, all set before you, totally covering the planet.
The Doctor seems to suddenly remember a time when he encountered the real-life Greeks.
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Aphrodite – total goddess – literally. 

(gives a look of total satisfaction)

Medussa – saucy minx. Kinky too with those snakey things in her hair. Kind of creepy though. Oh!
And that cheeky fellow from–

The TARDIS seems upset by these remarks and begins to shake violently; the interior turns red.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
What?! Whaaaat?! I’m sorry! You’re the sauciest minx I know . . . Really. Both my hearts are yours. You know that. Come on now.
(strokes the console, soothing it)
Shhhh. Shhhh. There we are.
The interior stabilizes and color returns to normal. The Doctor smiles and gives the console a wink.
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Just remembered: Dante’s Inferno – bit of a dodgy place anyhoo. How about… Barcelona?
A pleasant ding is heard and the Doctor runs to the computer screen. A full readout on Barcelona is shown, along with a schematic of the planet.
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(smiling)

Yes, yes. The place where dogs have no noses. Fantastic really… not that the dogs don’t have noses. Of
course, it’s not good when dogs don’t have noses, poor things. No that’s horrible. I didn’t mean…
(his logic trails to nothing)
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(dismissing his thought)

Great choice! …more or less. At least there’s a beach. I can lay out in the sun and you can…

(he draws back)

well, you can… stand there… like usual.

After realizing the awkwardness of the situation, the Doctor pulls down on a lever and off they go. In a matter of minutes they arrive, apparently in Barcelona.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Okay. Boots…

(he looks down)

check. Trousers… check. Shirt…

(he feels his chest)

Check. Straps…

(he pops his suspenders)

Check. Jacket…

(he feels for his jacket)

Che-

(Looking around)

Hold on. No check. Very much not checked. Right. First thing’s first. Just need to find my-
(perplexed)

jacket.
OPENING CREDITS
FADE IN:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA 
The Doctor looks thoroughly around the base of the console and behind the backs of chairs. He spins in circles as he decides where to go next.
THE DOCTOR
Hello? Jacket? Where are you? Jacket? Jacket? What kind of name is jacket? Really need to give it a name besides jacket. No wonder it ran off.
He takes the ramp below deck and searches frantically underneath. Nothing. He comes back up top.
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(rambling. Continues search) 
That’s odd. When does that ever happen? I mean really. You save the earth countless times. You go to
and fro and back again; travel through space and time – and spacetime sometimes – go to other galaxies and planets and you save them and it’s all well and fine and everyone’s happy and I’m happy and I go off in my TARDIS again and save the day somewhere else. Last of my kind just roaming around saving the day and being all cool and stuff and I can’t even find a bloody jacket… on Christmas no less.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
The Doctor comes down from the console area and behind one of the pillars. He starts digging through a box and throwing stuff out.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(to the TARDIS)

Give us a mo’, yeah? Be done soon and then we’re out the door. Promise.

FADE TO:
INT. TARDIS – 3 HOURS LATER
Intercut with various shots of different rooms in the TARDIS all in shambles. Books are everywhere. Clothes are strewn across the floors. His TENTH incarnation’s coat is draped carelessly over the console railing, along with the tattered shirt and pants. The FOURTH incarnation’s scarf ropes off the ramp to the lower deck. Cut to show nods to previous incarnations’ wardrobe, implying that he’s found everything but his jacket.

INT. TARDIS POOL
DESCENDING BIRD’S EYE VIEW OF THE DOCTOR
Laying in the middle of the pool which is now filled with various knickknacks and trinkets that have been amassed over the years, all in a big pile. He is exhausted. Eating on the celery that was once apart of a previous incarnation’s garb. He realizes how gross it is after all those years and throws it. He slowly digs in his pockets until he pulls out his SONIC SCREWDRIVER. He points it straight in front of him and it begins to whir and hum. He scans the room with it, swinging it violently over him like trying to swat a fly from the air. He flicks it, causing it to extend. He checks the reading. Nil.

THE DOCTOR
(agitated, almost to the point of tears)

Agggh! Come on!

(he checks the room again with his SONIC)

I loved that jacket. If Amy where here she-

(jumps up)

Amelia! Oh, Amelia Pond you beautiful ginger, you!

The Doctor slides down the pile of junk, landing on his feet. He runs out of the shot.

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA – MOMENTS LATER
The Doctor enthusiastically leaps up the steps to his console and grabs the phone, dialing a really, really long number. It rings.

CUT TO:
INT. AMY’S HOME – DAY
The Williams’ residence is bright and welcoming, Christmas tree and all. Amy is decorating. Rory is painting a model car. He is deep in concentration. Suddenly, the phone rings (continuously), and Rory drops the car, splattering paint everywhere. He looks angry.

AMY
Can you get that? My hands are a bit tied.

RORY
(Looking at himself covered in paint)

Yeah, well I’m a kind of-

Amy gives him a mean look.

RORY (CONT’D)
(giving up)

Yes dear.

AMY
(teasing him)

Aww. Poor baby! I’ll make it up to you later.

Rory answers the phone.

RORY
Hello?

THE DOCTOR (V.O.)
Rory!

JUMP CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA
SHOW DOCTOR FROM THE CONSOLE’S POV; FOLLOW AS HE WALKS NERVOUSLY AROUND THE CIRCLE.

THE DOCTOR
Rory the Roman! Hello Rory the Roman. How are you? Happy Christmas! All that.

CUT TO:
INT. AMY’S HOME – DAY
Rory puts his hand over the receiver and turns to Amy.

RORY
(whispers)
It’s the Doctor.

CUT TO:
AMY
Why are you whispering?

Rory looks confused then down at the phone with a shrug when he realizes his hand is covering the receiver.

RORY
Uh… I’m-I’m good. Happy Christmas. How are-

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA
THE DOCTOR
(cutting Rory off)

Great. Rory listen. Listen very carefully. I want you to think now. Think very hard…

CUT TO:
INT. AMY’S HOME – DAY
AMY
What does he want?

RORY
He wants me to think.

Amy has a look of chagrin on her face.

AMY
Must be desperate.

Rory looks at her, taken aback. Amy waves it off and kisses his cheek. She is easily forgiven.

RORY
Okay, think about what?

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA
THE DOCTOR
(like talking to a slow person)

Have you seen a dressy brown jacket? Leather patches on the elbows? Looks cool? Remember?

CUT TO:
INT. AMY’S HOME – DAY
RORY
Uh… no… no I haven’t bu-
The line goes dead. Rory pulls the phone away from his ear. Amy looks at him confused.

AMY
What was that all about?

RORY
He wanted to know if I had seen his jacket.

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA
The Doctor realizes what he did and throws his hands up in aggravation. He re-dials the number. It rings.

CUT TO:

INT. AMY’S HOME – DAY
The phone rings. Rory picks it back up.

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA
THE DOCTOR

Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to be such a… well, in a bit of a bind at the mo’. Didn’t mean to hang up
on you. Anyway, really must go.

CUT TO:
INT. AMY’S HOME – DAY
Rory smiles.

RORY
Oh, that’s…

The line goes dead. Rory pulls the receiver away.

RORY (CONT’D)
…okay.

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA
The Doctor paces back and forth, biting his nails.

THE DOCTOR
(increasing speed)

Where could you be? Where. Where would I be if I was a brown plaid jacket with leather elbow patches
that got worn by someone who called himself the Doctor? In the looney bin, that’s where. No, no, that’s
where I should be, not my jacket. Where would I be if I were my jacket? I’d be on me… obviously, but if I wasn’t on me… if I was deprived of being myself as my jacket on me, where would I be? Where do all jackets go? In the closet. I’ve already emptied the closet though. So where else would I be? If I were a cool jacket on a cool person who couldn’t be on that person but wasn’t in the closet I would be…

(realizing something) The Doctor runs out of the shot.

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS – HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER
The Doctor comes to a stop in front of a solid silver door with one window that looks into what is apparently a laundry mat.

THE DOCTOR
(looking in the window, spying the clean jacket)
Oh, Doctor, you are clever. He smiles and takes out his SONIC and waves it in front of the door, the whirring going from high to low and back again. Nothing. This doesn’t deter him though. He tries a new setting and does it again. Nothing. His smile fades.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(beating his SONIC)

Really? Really.

He tries it again. Nothing.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(to the ceiling)

Seriously?!

Frustrated, he kicks the door, hurting his foot. He draws back angrily and YELLS AT THE DOOR. He limps away, back to the console area.

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA – MOMENTS LATER
The Doctor limps up the stairs to his console and sits in a chair. He thinks for a few moments about how to get to his jacket.

FADE TO:
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
The Doctor finds a spare Dalek head which he uses to fire at the door to no avail, tossing it to the side.

THE DOCTOR
Right. Need something bigger.

JUMP CUT TO:
CAMERA FACING INTO THE HALLWAY, GLIDES TOWARD THE DOCTOR WHO NOW HAS A CIRCUS CANNON.
He lights the fuse.

THE DOCTOR
(covering his ears)

Geronimo.

The cannon fires; the ball strikes the door HARD with a blast but leaves the door unscathed. A big frown forms over the Doctor’s face; still with his fingers plugging his ears.

JUMP CUT TO:
THE DOOR – CONTINUOUS
He tries running into it himself. Obviously, nothing. He attempts to pry it open with various objects including a crow bar, a shovel, and a forklift. The prongs on the forklift get wedged under; just as the door creaks, the prongs break off under the door. The Doctor sits in silence for a minute and then backs away from the door slowly, the methodical beeping sounds go off as he does so.

CUT TO:
The Doctor walking in the console area again. 


THE DOCTOR
Okay, come on. Use science. What’s the only thing that can move an immovable object? Well, nothing, hence the name, but that door is not immovable. It just looks that way. So what can move something that seemingly can’t move?

(he thinks a bit)

AH-HA!

(his look is mischievous)

A juggernaut.

CUT TO:
THE DOOR
It’s quiet.

CUT TO:
THE TARDIS CONSOLE
Empty.

CUT TO:
Close up of the Doctor. He breathes in and out, readying himself. He rubs his hands together.

THE DOCTOR
Here… we… go.

He pushes on the object that is barely visible on screen. It begins to roll. The Doctor strains but keeps pushing. It rolls faster.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(struggling)

Come on. Almost there. Just… a little… more.

Pull out to show the Doctor pushing a giant wrecking ball down the hallway, toward the door. It gains momentum. He eventually stops pushing as it picks up its own speed. A smile comes across his face.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
I love science.

He follows the ball down the hallway. Eventually, it BANGS into the prongs from the forklift and comes back toward him.

CUT TO:
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(deadpan)

I hate science.

The scene that follows mimics that of the boulder scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark with the Doctor running and screaming until he runs past camera and the ball comes straight for us.

CUT TO:
INT. TARDIS CONSOLE AREA – EVENING
The Doctor is exhausted, sprawled out lifelessly over two chairs, his SONIC dangling in his hand near the floor. A fez covering his face. As we pull back we see the wrecking ball against the railing of the console and one of the inner pillars destroyed. A light or two flashes and sparks fly out.

THE DOCTOR
(miserable)

My sweet, beautiful, brown, jacket with cool leather elbow patches. Oh, how I will miss you. At least I’ll always have you, fez.

He takes the fez off his face and gets up. He puts it on his head. He turns a few knobs on his TARDIS and pulls down on a lever.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Let’s just go spend the rest of our Christmas with Amy and Rory, eh old girl? Maybe they can cheer us up.

The TARDIS warps through a wormhole and they materialise on earth. In sadness, the Doctor is hunched over the console, readying himself to leave.

A knock raps across the TARDIS door. He looks up completely surprised. He takes out his SONIC and slowly walks over to the door, pointing it steadily. He reaches for the handle and WHIPS open the door, training his SONIC like a gun. No one.

CUT TO:
EXT. TARDIS – EVENING
Snow is falling everywhere, filling the sky with white. He leans out the TARDIS and looks both ways. No one. He looks down and sees a PACKAGE. He puts his SONIC away and brings the package inside, closing the door behind him.

CUT TO:
The Doctor brings the box up to the deck.

CUT TO:
A NOTE taped to the box. It reads simply:  Hello Sweetie


The Doctor smiles and rips open the package like a child opening their first present on Christmas morning.

The contents: his JACKET.

THE DOCTOR
(beaming, examining the jacket)

Ohhh, brilliant.

He opens up the jacket to put it on but he catches something in the corner of his eye. He looks closer.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Abby what?

He whips around, looking in all directions for someone.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
River! What’s AbbyShot? This isn’t my jacket. I want my jacket.

A NOTE blows out of the inner pocket. The Doctor sees it and picks it up.

CUT TO:
NOTE
THE DOCTOR (O.S.)
(reading the note)

“Stop talking to yourself and try it on, you nutter. You can thank me later. Bring handcuffs. River”

The Doctor rolls his eyes to the back of his head and looks up, talking to the heavens.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Clever.

He puts the jacket on. He is surprised. He settles in to it, looking at its length and admiring the fit.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Looks better. Feels better… Is DEFINITELY better.

His mood brightens.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(to the TARDIS)
How do I look? …thank you! As do you. Now what to do? New jacket makes me feel like almost anything.

(walks around authoritatively, pressing buttons)

It’s Christmas. Should we go to the Medusa Cascade?

The interior goes red.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(worried)

Oh, right. No Medusa. Forgot. Sorry. Struck a chord.

Interior color changes back.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
The spiralling supernovas of X3-7? The ice nebulas of Analisia Deltori? French Revolution in 1789?
No. That’s not very Christmassy is it?

(he stops and walks back the other way)

How about I show off my new jacket to the Daleks before destroying them… again? Yes! No!

(beats himself in the head)

That’s not very Christmassy either. No, no, something that spreads a good feeling – though, admittedly that would give me a good feeling… best not all the same.

(goes back to normal, pulling on random levers)

All of time and space and nowhere to go… and humans complain about having too many channels to pick from on the telly. Telly! Why not watch the telly? God, no. And I thought the Cybermen were boring…

The Doctor rambles on to himself;

CUT TO:
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
THE TARDIS DOOR OPENING

THE DOCTOR
…or we could go…

(notices the door and stops what he was doing)

Right.

(smiles)

Amy and Rory’s. Simple. Christmassy. Why not?

(looks at the console; winks)

You always take me where I need to go.

The Doctor shuts down the oscillating center and leaves the TARDIS, locking the door behind him and touching it affectionately.

FADE TO:
INT. AMY’S HOME – EVENING
Rory is dressed in a SWEATER, wearing a PAPER CROWN and pulling apart a CHRISTMAS CRACKER. He and Amy are about to feast. Just as the contents of his cracker become visible, the DOORBELL RINGS. Amy and Rory look at one another. Rory gets up, knowing he’ll loose any argument they have about answering the door.

AMY (O.S.)
Thank you.

RORY
Yeah, yeah.

Camera follows Rory from the front till he reaches the door.

CUT TO:
The door opening and the Doctor standing there, a bright smile on his face, wearing a Santa hat.

THE DOCTOR
Rory! Happy Christmas!

CUT TO:
INT. AMY’S HOME – CONTINUOUS
The Doctor invites himself in before Rory can say anything, handing him 7 or 8 PACKAGES OF BISCUTS…

THE DOCTOR
Jammie Dodger?

(he takes an already open pack off the top)

Sorry, couldn’t wait till I got here. Hope you don’t mind. Absolutely famished.

The Doctor makes his way to the dinning room while Rory is left, hands full, to close the door.

CUT TO:
INT. DINNING ROOM – AMY’S HOME – EVENING
The Doctor enters, eating a JAMMIE DODGER with one hand, and
the package it came from held in the other.

THE DOCTOR
Amelia Pond! Heloooo!

AMY (O.S.)
(she screams excitedly)

Amy comes into the shot, arms open for a hug. The Doctor drops both his Dodger and the package to the floor, and flings his arms open, embracing Amy.

AMY (CONT’D)
(playfully scolding)

Where have you been, mister?

Their hug ends.

THE DOCTOR
Sorry. Had a bit of a wardrobe/TARDIS/christmassy malfunctionie kind of thing. No biggie. Least not for me. I’m the Doctor.

(smiles proudly)

Said quickly with no pauses:

AMY
You lost your jacket again, didn’t you?

THE DOCTOR
(denial)

…No

AMY
Liar.

THE DOCTOR
Who told you?

Rory walks in, one pack of Dodgers in-hand.

AMY
Rory.

RORY
What?

AMY
Not you.

THE DOCTOR
(upset; at Rory)

Rory!

RORY
(always at the two of them)

What?

THE DOCTOR
(waves it off)

Nothing.

RORY
Oh.

THE DOCTOR
(taken aback; playfully)

How could you?

RORY
What?!

THE DOCTOR
Seriously. I’m hurt.

RORY
(confused)

I…

THE DOCTOR
(moving to the table)

Christmas Cracker! Love these.

RORY
(more confsued)

Are we…?

THE DOCTOR
No. We’re not. Least not that I’m aware of. Like my new jacket?

He twirls around, showing it off.

RORY
It’s… the same.

THE DOCTOR
Oh, don’t be thick. Of course it’s not the same. It’s…

The Doctor looks down at his jacket.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Well, okay, to your credit, it does
look the same, but it’s not.

AMY
What’s different?

THE DOCTOR
What?! Everything! It’s… well it’s… Well it fits better.

AMY
That’s a plus.

The Doctor acts triumphantly in his answer, tugging on opening pleats of his jacket.

THE DOCTOR
See? Different.

He sits at the table.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
So where’s dinner? Absolutely starving. Have I told you? Haven’t eaten all day… well, jammie dodgers on the way but they don’t count really, now do they? Oh! And a really old stick of celery but that was total rubbish and about thirty years old. But who cares about that? Let me tell you…

(starts telling them what happened earlier)

The camera pulls out slowly from the Doctor to go in between Amy and Rory who are going for their seats; The Doctor starts to excitedly regale the couple of the happenings earlier that morning. We continuously hear the tale, even as the camera pulls out a window of the house and into the snowy Christmas night. His voice eventually fades completely the further we go, the camera riding the empty, snow-filled street. It eventually parks itself just behind a picturesque view of the cottage-like houses on the right, and the TARDIS on the left, slowly starting to cover with snow.

This view holds for a while until…

FADE TO BLACK.
THE END

The post THE DOCTOR’S JACKET–Written by Josh Winton appeared first on .

Comments

Leave a comment

All blog comments are checked prior to publishing