Doctor – Jon Pertwee
Companion – Caroline John
Script writer – Robert Holmes
Producer – Derrick Sherwin
Director – Derek Martinus
Originally aired – 3rd January 1970 – 24th January 1970
Episode 1: It opens with a pan across space that reveals Earth, looking especially vulnerable in the blackness. And sure enough, in a tracking station on the planet itself, something odd has just appeared on the scanner: a shower of meteorites that are falling in formation. Nor are they the strangest thing to come down in the woods today. Sent to that exact same spot by vindictive Time Lords or possibly just magnetically attracted to trouble, the TARDIS appears, and from it emerges the newly regenerated Doctor. He promptly collapses.
While peculiar events take place in the English countryside, in London an elegant young woman with a deeply sceptical expression is being driven through the checkpoints of a secret military base. She is Elizabeth Shaw, a Cambridge scientist and expert in a plethora of useful things. Shown into the office of Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, she is politely ushered to a chair and wastes no time making her displeasure known. She has research to be getting back to, and besides, she isn’t even entirely sure what the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce is supposed to do.
BRIGADIER: We deal with the odd. The unexplained. Anything on Earth – or even beyond.
LIZ: Alien invaders? Little blue men with three heads?
So, no, she’s not especially inclined to take the Brigadier seriously. When he brings up the meteorites, she insists there must be a rational explanation. But this is not the first time impossible meteorites have fallen into that wood – there was a smaller shower six months ago. This isn’t the first time Earth has faced alien activity, either. There have been two attempts to invade Earth, the Brigadier tells her, and both were only repelled with the assistance of a scientist with a very unusual skill set. A man they called the Doctor…
On cue, the telephone rings. The Brigadier’s man Munro is calling from the phone booth of a local hospital to update him on the meteorite situation, which just gets weirder all the time. An abandoned police box has been found in the middle of the woods with an unconscious man lying outside it, who has been brought into the hospital for treatment. Though he has not yet actually woken up, he’s already causing havoc. The doctor who sees his X-rays thinks it is a stupid prank. No one could have two hearts! When he rings up to complain about it, though, he finds himself being scolded for sending in a blood sample that was not even human. Unfortunately, this conversation takes place in the same hallway where a porter is cleaning and eavesdropping. The man goes straight to a more private phone in hospital reception and by the time the Brigadier and Liz arrive, a mob of journalists are there waiting. They don’t buy the Brig’s cover story of a training exercise for one minute. The fall of the meteorites has not gone unnoticed, and the journalists are convinced that this mystery man in the hospital found one. And the porter is not the only eavesdropper in this place. A silver-haired man with an odd expression stands slightly apart from the crowd, saying nothing, listening intently.
At last the Brigadier fights his way out of the throng. The doctor (who is not the Doctor) explains that though his patient has woken up several times, they cannot identify what exactly is wrong with him – well, apart from his inhuman blood and the weirdest cardiovascular system ever. “That sounds like the Doctor,” the Brigadier says, pleased, but the moment he sees the face of the man in the bed he is forced to rethink. It is a complete stranger. By the law of ironies, this is when the Doctor chooses to wake up, and the first thing he says is, “Lethbridge-Stewart? My dear fellow, how nice to see you again.” When the Brigadier makes it clear he has no idea what is going on, the Doctor asks for a mirror. Liz, humouring the mad people, lends him hers.
The Doctor has not seen his face since his regeneration. It outrages him. “That’s not me at all!” he cries. The Brigadier wants explanations; the Doctor, ever contrary, decides that what he really needs is a nap, and the doctor (the medical one!) ushers the visitors out of the room.
Meanwhile, in the woods, a poacher has dug up one of the ‘meteorites’ – a roughly geometric pink orb that emits a bleeping pulse until it is stifled inside a sack. The poacher is stopped by soldiers but passes off the contents of his sack as stolen rabbits and the UNIT men indulgently permit him to pass without so much as searching him. It looks like the whole ‘training exercise’ thing isn’t so far off the truth…
The moment the Brigadier is gone, the Doctor returns to his main mission: the location of his shoes. This is not quite as bizarre as it sounds: the TARDIS key is concealed in one of them. Before he can continue with his plans, though, two men with oddly gleaming faces break into his room, knock out the doctor, grab the other Doctor and manhandle him into a wheelchair, which they then attempt to load into a van waiting outside the hospital. The Doctor seizes on a moment of distraction and escapes them, wheeling away like a maniac down the road. While UNIT men chase the van, the total incompetents who forgot to search the poacher finally realise something is up. They hear someone pushing through the bushes, and in a moment of madness, a shot is fired. The Doctor falls.
Episode 2: The Doctor, belatedly identified by a furious Munro, is returned to the hospital, where his doctor pronounces him ‘more unconscious than anyone I’ve ever seen’. They might not be able to get any answers from him, but they do get the key, which is taken by the Brigadier. He then leaves with Munro to examine the fragments of ‘meteorite’ that have been found in the woods. It seems to be made, of all the unlikely things, out of plastic…
Cue a creepy doll montage in a local plastics factory. An impassively unfriendly woman who somewhat resembles a doll herself is leading a nervous-looking man through the factory floor up to the office of his erstwhile boss. His name is Ransome and he has until recently been in America, drumming up interest in a new doll he’d invented, only to have the project suddenly and inexplicably axed. He has come to demand an explanation. His boss, Hibbert, alludes vaguely to a ‘new policy’, wavering on uncertainly until a rather familiar silver-haired man enters the room. That’s when Hibbert pulls himself together into a kind of robotic Scrooge, sending Ransome packing. It doesn’t take an expert to diagnose this as HYPNOSIS.
The Brigadier, having returned to London, is pestering Liz in her brand new UNIT laboratory while she does her level best to ignore him. He wants to know what she has learned from the plastic fragments; all she can say for sure is that it’s no meteorite. In fact, she’s not even convinced it comes from space – it’s plastic, for pity’s sake. The Brigadier is a little amused but mostly annoyed by her scepticism. Scientifically minded Liz is, in her turn, astonished by his seeming credulity. “You really believe in a man who’s helped to save the world twice, has the power to transform his physical appearance…an alien who travels through time and space in a police box?”
Well, when you put it like that, Liz…
In the doll factory, it could not be more obvious than Hibbert is not the one in charge. Also, making dolls is no longer a priority – they have evil plans to accomplish instead. The silver-haired man, Mr Channing, is trying to trace two missing energy units (otherwise known as ‘meteorites’) and though he thinks that the Doctor has one, he can’t risk going near him again now that UNIT are on alert. Hibbert is unnerved by the way Channing talks about these things, as if they are alive. Channing’s non-reassuring reply: “All energy is a form of life.”
The Brigadier is no longer the only one irritating Liz. An influential army official, General Scobie, has been shown up to her lab and proceeds to patronise her. “Lucky fellow, Stewart, having a pretty face around the place!” “She’s not just a pretty face, sir,” the Brig reminds him, very obviously trying not to be embarassed. Liz’s acerbic eyebrows do their own talking.
Meanwhile, what is the Doctor doing? This is still his show, right? Well, he’s not only conscious, he’s broken into the hospital’s staff locker room. To avoid being spotted by the real doctors he takes a shower, which allows us to see…um…rather more of the Doctor than we ever have before. He then proceeds to steal the fanciest clothes in the locker room, dressing himself up in a frilly-fronted white shirt, a black cloak and a carefully cocked fedora, before stealing the coolest car in the hospital parking lot and driving off to congratulatory sneaky Doctor music. Before you know it, he’s outside UNIT’s ‘secret’ London headquarters, haranguing the gate guard. “I suppose you want to see my pass. Well, I haven’t got one. And I’m not going to tell you my name either. You just tell Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart that I want to see him. Well don’t just stand there arguing with me, man, get on with it!”
The Brigadier’s first question: how the hell did you find us? The Doctor breezily taps what looks like a watch on his wrist that is in fact a device for locating the TARDIS. It is in a corner of the lab and he goes straight over to greet it fondly. He’s certainly eccentric enough, but the Brig is not yet totally convinced.
BRIGADIER: How do I know you’re not an imposter?
DOCTOR: Ah, but you don’t. You don’t. Only I know that.
Giving up on straight answers, the Brigadier wearily introduces him to Liz, who in turn introduces him to the plastic fragments. The Doctor is apparently the only person to notice that whatever it was, it was hollow. Another ‘meteorite’ was found by UNIT soldiers in the woods, but as it was being driven to London there was a terrible accident and it disappeared…or rather, was taken. The Doctor’s rising interest leads the Brigadier to ask whether he means to help them, to which the Doctor courteously replies, “Go away and let me and Miss Shaw get on with out work!” Not that he intends to call her Miss Shaw. Within minutes of their meeting, it’s Liz.
Ransome has been sacked and humiliated, but he is persistent. Returning to the doll factory, he climbs in over the wall, breaks in at a side door (so many sneaky people in this story!) and goes straight to his former workroom, which is now marked Out of Bounds and lined with life-sized plastic mannequins. He has turned his back on them to bewilderedly examine the new equipment when one jerks into life. It reaches out…
Episode 3: The mannequin’s hand falls open to reveal a weapon. It fires. Ransome flees, plastic assassin in pursuit, and is unexpectedly saved when General Scobie, of all people, comes outside with Hibbert and Channing, forcing the plastic man to retreat. The general is having a model of himself made in plastic and is in an excellent mood, completely unaware that behind his back a man is running for his life. Ransome doesn’t stop until he reaches the woods, where he faints away at a soldier’s feet. The UNIT men treat his state of bug-eyed shock the only way they know how, with the application of hot sweet army tea.
He is far enough away that the plastic mannequins – now officially known as AUTONS! – can no longer detect him, but Channing has more on his mind than a disgruntled ex-employee: one of the energy units is still missing, the one that contains the swarm leader. It is actually in a chest in the garden shed of the poacher, who has just learned of the accident from the gruesome gossip of his wife. He’s maybe not so pleased with his discovery any more.
Liz and the Doctor are getting along well, but she’s infuriated by their lack of success analysing the fragments. Seizing the opportunity, the Doctor cunningly sighs after his own specialised equipment, locked away in the TARDIS. It doesn’t take much to convince Liz to go get the key off the Brig, a job made easier by the fact he is interviewing a more coherent Ransome at the time and has left the key within swiping distance on the corner of his desk. His brisk brush-off means Liz is not too sorry about taking it either. By the time he catches up with them, the Doctor is in the TARDIS and trying to take off. Only, of course, the Time Lords made very sure he couldn’t do that. He emerges in a cloud of smoke to face the united displeasure of the Brigadier and Liz. He mollifies them with his ‘sad Time Lord’ face and when the Brigadier reminds him he promised to help UNIT over this meteorite business, the Doctor insists he needs more evidence.
The poacher has said evidence; what he wants is money. He gets caught by UNIT asking about a reward and the Brigadier is quick to pounce, bringing the Doctor, Liz, and even Ransome with him. But while the poacher is being questioned, his wife goes poking around in the shed. She finds the energy unit and, realising what her husband has got himself mixed up with, slams the lid of the chest shut straight away, but it’s already too late. She hasn’t even got to her feet when the smashing starts. Someone is inside her house. When she goes to investigate (how brave is this woman?) the stranger in her kitchen turns around with a blank plastic face. Terrified, the poacher’s wife keeps her head anyway – she runs back into the yard for her husband’s shotgun and when the plastic man comes towards her, she shoots him.
Of course, it has absolutely no effect at all. When the Brigadier and his people arrive, it is to a house of smashed furniture, an unconscious woman sprawled on the ground and an Auton bent over the open chest. Their weapons are of no more use than the poacher’s shotgun, but they have the advantage of numbers and Channing is forced to recall the Auton, leaving the energy unit behind. He works off his frustration elsewhere; Ransome is waiting in a guarded UNIT tent when an Auton rips through the back and, as Channing puts it, totally destroys him. This looks an awful lot like Disapparition for Evil Masterminds.
Still, with the swarm leader in the hands of UNIT and the Brigadier on the verge of getting clearance from General Scobie to surround the plastics factory, things don’t look good for Channing’s plans. Then there is a knock on Scobie’s door, and he answers it to find himself standing outside…
Episode 4: Reinstalled in Liz’s lab, the Doctor is trying to communicate with what is in the plastic globe, blowing up expensive equipment in the process. His theory is that the globes all contained elements of a collective consciousness and that the pulse it emits is a signal to the other parts of itself. It has no physical form, but there is no reason to suppose it couldn’t build itself one.
And that’s when plastic Scobie picks up the phone to withdraw support for the Brigadier’s plans. The Brigadier fumes aloud, thinking this change of heart is due to a swollen ego; on hearing that Channing’s factory made a facsimile of Scobie, the Doctor thinks it’s definitely a change of something. He takes Liz out to Madame Tussaud’s to see it for himself and they discover that there is a whole roomful there of life-size plastic officials. It isn’t hard to spot Scobie. To Liz’s acute embarassment, the Doctor gets up on the platform to examine him in minute detail. When he eventually gets down, it is to tell her that he doubts this Scobie is plastic at all…
Quite right too. Plastic Scobie is actually up to no good in UNIT headquarters. He forces a very conflicted Munro to hand over the energy unit into his custody and brings it to the plastics factory, where a tank has been set up for the consciousness to create itself ‘the perfect life-form’ for conquering the earth. Right now, it’s just sort of – pink.
With the swarm leader safely out of UNIT hands, Channing continues with the next stage of the plan. That night he and Hibbert go to Madame Tussaud’s to wake up the Auton facsimiles. What they don’t know is that the Doctor and Liz are there as well, hidden behind a curtain, watching everything. They emerge, believing that the last of the Autons have left, only to walk straight into a horrified hypnotised Hibbert. His first ‘thought’ is to call Channing, but the Doctor authoritatively orders him not to do so, reminding him that Channing is the reason he’s in such a mess at all. His words penetrate on some level – when Channing himself returns, Hibbert doesn’t warn him, and the Doctor and Liz escape.
They return to the laboratory at UNIT, where the Doctor press-gangs Liz into holding wires while he works on some shapeless Device. And if ever we needed the Doctor’s scientific wizardry, it is now. Out on the streets of London, shop dummies are waking up, smashing through display windows, shooting anyone who comes across their path. They aim for police stations, army barracks, communications – in short, this is an invasion from the inside out, and UNIT has been hamstrung. The Brig has his staff at headquarters. The Doctor has his bundle of wires. That’s just going to have to do.
As all this is happening, Hibbert has been doing some thinking, and the things Channing has made him do have finally caught up with him. He tries to attack the tank, but before he can do any real damage he is shot in the back by an Auton. The invasion has begun; Channing doesn’t need him any more.
What forces the Brigadier can muster arrive at the plastics factory and are about to enter the building when plastic Scobie arrives with troops of his own, ordering them to stop. The Brigadier tries to tell the confused soldiers that this is not the real Scobie – Scobie, of course, insists that he is. The Doctor settles the question by striding confidently forward holding out a kind of microphone thing that, the moment Liz flicks a switch on the Device, reduces Scobie to a lifeless plastic dummy. The Brigadier brings Scobie’s baffled soldiers under his own command; the Doctor and Liz, with their usual level of military consultation, sneak off to save the world.
Breaking into the Out of Bounds area while UNIT distracts an onslaught of gun-resistant Autons, Liz hides behind the door with the main section of the Device and the Doctor, microphone of doom at the ready, strides straight in to face down the representative of the Nestene consciousness. “We are indestructible!” cries Channing, and this is not something the Brig would be arguing with just at present. The battle is not going well. The Doctor, intending to change all that, aims his microphone at the tank, and spectacularly…nothing actually happens.
While he is trying to figure out what’s gone wrong with his wonderful plan, the tank slides open behind him. Green tentacles explode outward and just like that, all credibility in this episode jumps out the window. Liz takes one look at what’s happening and goes to work on the machine, rearranging the Doctor’s madness of wires, before yelling at him to try again. Half-throttled, mouth full of tentacle, he does. This time, it works. All around the factory, Autons go down – inside, the tentacles flail wildly as the Nestene consciousness dies. Channing collapses, now no more than a plastic dummy.
Afterwards, the Doctor, Liz and Brigadier are all recuperating at UNIT headquarters with cups of tea. The Brigadier, thinking ahead to the next invasion, wants to know if he can count on the Doctor’s assistance in the future. None of this modern high-minded ‘don’t thank me’ nonsense for this incarnation – he has terms. He wants facilities, a laboratory, Liz’s continued assistance, and if the Brigadier will insist on the stolen car being returned to its owner at the hospital, he wants a new one to replace it. The Brigadier, exhibiting the affectionate tolerance that will become the signature of their entire relationship, agrees to it all. “By the way,” he adds, “I’ve just realised. I don’t even know your name.” The Doctor gives him a look of blank wide-eyed innocence. “Oh, Smith,” he says. “Doctor John Smith.”
The Verdict: If you’re expecting some sort of balanced assessment of this story from me, sorry, you came to the wrong girl. The last episode is a bit messy, from tentacles to hypnosis, but the thing is, I don’t care. John Pertwee is my all time favourite Doctor. Liz is my all time favourite companion. This is their first story together, and the dialogue zings – Liz’s sparkling asperity is given full rein throughout and the Doctor is his gloriously eccentric, unreliable self. What’s more, Spearhead from Space is a good old traditional UNIT story, with the Brigadier (who doesn’t love the BRIGADIER?) and plucky soldiers firing at things that repel bullets. It is the beginning of a whole new era, in which the Doctor – however reluctant he may be – takes on the responsibility of defending the Earth. And that is so going to haunt him.
Next month, we move on to the Fourth Doctor, who takes eccentric to a new level when he meets a baffled detective, a violent butler and a literally shattered alien. Paris won’t know what hit it.