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 Doctor Who IVB Episode 5
"I Am A Clone"
Written by:

Daniel Harma
4H DRAFT
Rewrite of:
18/7/10

From the short story

"I am a Clone"
2009
Daniel Harma

Doctor who, the tardis all

copyright the BBC
Story, "I am a Clone"
copyright Dan Harma, 2010.
1 INT. HOSPITAL - ROOM -- DAY
BLACK, blurry SCREEN.
Then, SLOWLY,

PERSON’S P.O.V: Their eyes SLOWLY open, gradually, at first

giving DEFOCUSSED screen, gray, smudged shapes...
Gradually they RESOLVE TO...

A PERSON, leaning down over us, staring at us, in a white

room, maybe a medical ward.
NURSE
Hello? Are you awake? Can you hear
me?

CUT TO:
Normal shot.
FLORENCE, lying in the bed, A NURSE looking down over her.

NURSE
Can you see anything?
FLORENCE
I... Yes, I...

NURSE
(big woman, jolly, too
jolly...almost sinister)
Good, very good, and-

FLORENCE
Who am I?
NURSE
I am the Nurse, and you’re my
patient.
FLORENCE
No, but.... who am I. Where am I.
Who are you?

CUT TO:
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2 INT. HOSPITAL - ROOM -- DAY

LATER NOW, different people in the ward, busy with other
patients, tending to wounds, rushing round.

Sitting in the middle of it all, on her chair...

FLORENCE.
OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)
I woke up, on a strange world. I
had no memories, I was like a blank
canvas.
The Florence voice-over is slightly different to her current
voice; OLDER, WISE, SADDER, very melancholy.

CUT TO:

3 EXT. GARDEN -- DAY

A hospital type garden, all green, fountains, flowers. Lots
of PATIENTS in HOSPITAL GOWNS wandering around, clutching
onto the arms of NURSES.
FLORENCE is sitting by a nice, wishy-washy-wishy FOUNTAIN,
watching the water splash onto the little pebbles... Lovely.

OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)

I didn’t know who I was...
CUT TO:

4 INT. SCHOOL -- DAY

LONG ROWS OF TABLES, CHAIRS... It’s an older students type
university, adults, all of them...
A PROFESSOR is tapping a BLACKBOARD with his cane.

FX: When he taps it, LONG FORMULAS write themselves on it in

CHALK!
All the STUDENTS take notes, the professor ASKS QUESTIONS.

OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)

I knew what they told me, of
course.... That this place, was a
planet, called Nolita, an earth
type planet, and the year was two
thousand, two hundred and seventy.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 3.

All the students are sitting with HANDS in AIR, really

eager! They know the answer! They’re all very keen!
VOICEOVER FADE OUT.
All except for FLORENCE, who sits, with her head down,
staring at the floor.
PROFESSOR
Florence? Do you know?

Beat.
FLORENCE
...No sir. No, I don’t.
All the other students laugh. Humiliated, Florence bends
down, head low;
OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)
They sent me to a school, to
educate me. I said, I didn’t want
educating. I knew that once, once
upon a time, I knew things. I had
an identity, a life. I want it
back, but they wouldn’t give it to
me.
CUT TO:

5 INT. SCIENCE ROOM -- DAY

HUGE TANKS, as wide as a car, long as a bus, are lined
through the room.

They’re filled with PRESERVATIVES, colored liquids, growth

serums...
Floating in them are, curled up, embryonic humans.

OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)

And then I found out. They wiped my
memory, because they knew who I
was. Because they were scared of
me, because they knew I was the
only person who could stop what
they were doing. Whoever I am. Cos
this planet, it had a secret...
FLORENCE is being given a tour, along with some of the
STUDENTS, by an IMPORTANT SCIENTIST

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 4.

IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
So we grow clones, of everyone on
the planet, and then every person
has a donor for organs, a donor for
blood, every human can live for
three hundred years!
Florence looks confused

FLORENCE
So... everyone on the planet has
clones? And then they live off
them? Farm them? Suck out their
life force?

IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
Succinctly, yes!
FLORENCE
That’s not fair. That’s evil. This
system is evil...

OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)

-And then... Then I remembered.
FLORENCE
No, I’m not staying. I’m leaving.
This is wrong!
All the students, scientists, WATCH her. Not worried. The
scientist is laughing slightly, at his own private joke.

IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
Ah, Florence. Problems?
FLORENCE
(furious)
How can you not see!? This is
completely sick!
IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
(unconcerned)
You’re leaving us then?

FLORENCE
Yes!
IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
And you’re going...?

FLORENCE
Anywhere.
Beat.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (3) 5.

FLORENCE (CONT’D)
You’re just letting me go?
IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
Of course. You’ll be back.

FLORENCE
Wouldn’t bet on it, brains.
IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
You will.

And he just SMILES, sinister.

Like he knows something she doesn’t.
ECU: FLORENCE! Her EYES are SO ANGRY, staring hatefully
ahead!
We PAN AROUND HER, watching her, in EPIC CLOSE-UP as she
stands there.
FLORENCE
I’m Florence. I’m a fighter. I’m
gonna save this planet.
CUT TO TITLES:
CUT TO:

6 EXT. CITY -- DAY

The city is COBBLESTONED, quiet architecturally nice, all
CURVES, SWOOPING SHAPES, BRIDGES, mostly made of stone
rather than metal, red brick.
FLORENCE stands there, looking round, in the street. PEOPLE
are milling all around, but she stands there looking sort
of... lost.

Detached from it all.

She’s still wearing the HOSPITAL GOWN, and she’s hugging
herself- it’s cold!
Then, all of a sudden, no warning...

PRAC FX: It starts to rain! Really, really, pouring,

chucking it down! It’s soaking!
PLITTER-PLATTER-PLITTER-PLATTER!!

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 6.

Most PEOPLE begin to run indoors, get under shelters, but

Florence doesn’t.
The rain SPLASHES off the stoned floor, great big SPLOSSHES!
Beat.

Then, slowly, Florence begins to WALK away, slowly, and we

see...
CU: She’s BAREFOOT!

Hugging herself, she walks, really slowly, under a BIG ROUND

BRIDGE...
CUT TO:

7 EXT. BRIDGE - UNDER BRIDGE -- DAY. CONTINUOUS

Under the BRIDGE, just like under a bridge in any big city-
load of trash, some graffiti. This is the future, but it
looks just like now... This isn’t a great place.

FLORENCE looks around, and then...

A GREAT BIG SIGH.
She slides slowly her back down the side of the bridge,
until she’s HUNCHED over on the floor, with her head in her
hands.
Thinking, lost, lonely. Her memories are coming back, and
they’re not good ones.

Then, all of a sudden...

In front of her is a manhole, and with a little:
RAT-AT-AT-AT-TAT-ATAT

It POPS up, and a MAN pulls himself out!!

He looks at her, bends right down, his face an inch from
hers.
She looks up, slowly. Sees him. Slowly, deliberately, she...

SLAPS him in the face!! HARD!

He steps back, gingerly, straightens up, and puts an hand on
his cheek. Feels it.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 7.

And he starts to LAUGH!! Hard, like it’s the best thing

ever.
He TURNS back to the manhole, and SHOUTS down it!
MANHOLE MAN
It’s all right, number twelve! This
ones definitely her!
Florence stands up, approaches him.

FLORENCE
What do you mean? This ones her?
How can you know who I am?
MANHOLE MAN
Florence Watson.

Beat.
FLORENCE
How can you know? I only... My mind
is drained, empty... I remember
only fragments of it myself.
MANHOLE MAN
We watch, we observe. We see... we
know everything in this city. This
planet. We have to.

FLORENCE
Who are you?
As she says it, SILENTLY, stealthily, from the MANHOLE,
climb SIX or SEVEN men, all in BLACK BODY SUITS, a bit like
diving suits, wet suits, they have a hood, and they’re
waterproof, shiny, skintight.
The MEN stand behind the first man, manhole man, and all
speak together...

MANHOLE MEN
We are the clones.
OFF FLORENCE’S EXPRESSION

FADE TO:
 8.

8 INT. SEWERS. TUNNELS -- DAY

A HUGE, CIRCULAR TUNNEL, under the CITY, with STONE WALKWAYS
jutting out from either side, and below that, huge, dirty,
SEWAGE, flowing, ROARING! Really LOUD!

FLORENCE is walking along the PATHWAY, in a LINE of people;

MANHOLE MEN, led by MANHOLE MAN. They walk along, silently.
FLORENCE
Why am I coming with you again?

MANHOLE MAN
Cos you feel the same way we do.
Cos you feel. Cos what they do,
harvesting people, is wrong. Cos
the clones, we can feel, we are
alive, whatever they say. And that
makes it murder, On a massive
scale, and you can help us
Florence.
FLORENCE
You sound like-
She trails off
MANHOLE MAN
Sound like?

CU: MANHOLE MAN. It’s hard to tell, but he looks worried.

Scared.
FLORENCE
I don’t know, I... I can’t remember
but it’s like... like there was
someone else, I knew, once. He
would have said that, he was like
that. He was.... was called....

And she trails off again, and they continue walking, in

silence.
FLORENCE
It’s gone

CU: MANHOLE MAN. Sort of relieved, but apprehensive. He’s

not telling her something.
CUT TO:
 9.

9 INT. SEWERS -- DAY. LATER

MUSIC: ’WISH’ by BEAUTIFUL CREATURES
FLORENCE, the CLONES, MANHOLE MAN, all SITTING, TALKING!

FLORENCE is leaning back, on the floor, SHOES OFF.

FLORENCE
So... what are you trying to do?
Why do you live down here?

MANHOLE MAN
We hide. We’re hiding. Cos, thing
is, you’ve seen the way they treat
us, clones. We wouldn’t last a
minute, up there.

FLORENCE
But who are you?
MANHOLE MAN
We’re the clones. That’s all we
have, all we know. We’re defined by
our genes, our parents, the ’real’
us...
FLORENCE
So why do you need me?

MANHOLE MAN
Well, we need everyone we can get.
We’re gonna have this thing, a
revolution. The clone revolution,
and we need people on our side,
’real’ people.
FLORENCE
Why me?

MANHOLE MAN
...We know so much, watching,
observing, lives led in shadows and
the gloom... You’re missing
memories, aren’t you?

FLORENCE
Yes, I... you know something, I can
see it, the way you can’t look at
me, please, tell me!

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 10.

MANHOLE MAN
(gentle)
The brain is fragile, confusing...
even the scientists up top only
know half of it, but... you’ve got
to let them come back to you in
their own time. They will, slowly.
Bit by bit, a trickle. But what I
can tell you, is your special. So
special. Amazing, a beautiful
person, , and that’s why we need
you.
FLORENCE
(sadly)
Not me, I’m afraid. I know, that...
I’m a bad person.

MANHOLE MAN
No, you’re not-
FLORENCE
(interrupting)
Yes, I am. It’s like, when I was at
school, and we did geography, case
studies, earthquakes, volcanoes...
I always hoped a big number of
people had died, I liked the really
big earthquakes, the ones that were
9 on the Richter scale... We’d
watch videos, and I always wanted
it to be sad, and big, and bad,
and...

MANHOLE MAN
That’s natural, you were only a
child. You were young!
BCU: FLORENCE.

FLORENCE
But it was the same at the school,
just now. Here. A day ago...
MANHOLE MAN
Ohh, Florence...

FLORENCE
(bit embarrassed, all comes
pouring out)
And my first boyfriend, Brian, was
brilliant, and I dumped him. I
didn’t love anyone, just sat in my
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (3) 11.

FLORENCE (cont’d)
room with sad, sad love songs, and
pined after the boys on the
posters, on my wall, and pretended
I was in love, knew what love was.
And Brian was dumped, For that. He,
he was an amazing person. Not me.
When my gran-da died, I couldn’t
cry, I wanted to, but I couldn’t,
even when I went to his big old
house, and smelt his talcum, his
pipe... Then I cried, for myself.
Cried, cos I couldn’t cry. How
selfish is that? How, how am I not
a bad person?! I’m just... I’m
rotten inside.

MANHOLE MAN
Shhhh.... that’s not true. You seen
nothing!! Really, if you think that
makes you evil.... it just makes
you human.

FLORENCE
No, but, I am.
MANHOLE MAN
I’ll show you, what bad really is.

MUSIC: ’WISH’ FADE OUT.

CUT TO:

10 INT. METRO STATION -- DAY

Like a TUBE STATION, but much more HIGH-TECH, SHINY, STEEL,

SILVER. The platform is long, CONCRETE.
Standing on it are a loads of COMMUTERS, with their papers,
briefcases, little polythene containers full of coffee; the
works!
Standing in the middle of them, is A MAN in a suit. He looks
the same as them, wears the same clothes, carries his
papers... he’s even got a little mug of coffee. But... he’s
different; he’s a clone. And the other people know it.

The atmosphere is hostile, aggressive, provocative. The

other commuters begin to bunch around him.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 12.

COMMUTER #1
’Ere, look, it’s a clone! Who let
you out then? Your master must be a
softie!

COMMUTER #2
Oi, you, we don’t want you ’ere! We
don’ wan’ you around, all right?
COMMUTER #1
He’s all dressed like he’s going to
work... where would he be going?
He’s not even allowed a job?
COMMUTER #3
Yeah, the bosses see to that!

They begin to surround him, edging him away.

CU: THE CLONE. He looks scared, and sad. Like he knew it was
always inevitable.
COMMUTER #1
(gentle, quiet)
Look, thing is, we don’t want you
out here. You’re not even real. You
don’t have a job, so stop acting.
You, are just a specimen. An
experiment. For us.

COMMUTER #2
Yeah, you were born inferior-
COMMUTER #3
-Created inferior... you were born,
to die
COMMUTER #1
So what we’re saying, is go away.
Cos you’re not proper. You’re
worthless. And, um, we don’t like
you.
COMMUTER #2
So go away, yeah?

They have EDGED him closer to the edge, of the platform...

He’s DANGEROUSLY close now!
COMMUTER #1
Scram!

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (3) 13.

COMMUTER #2
Leave here!
COMMUTER #3
In other words...

COMMUTER #1
Push off!
And together they PUSH him OFF the EDGE!

He doesn’t try to resist, is sort of accepting of his fate.

And, slowly, he crumples.
Dead.

Then, with a....

WHAAAAHEEEESSSSHHHHH!!!!
The TRAIN arrives, smooth, silver, shaped like a bullet!

It SLIDES into the platform, FAST, then-

Suddenly STOPS dead, immediately- high technology!
And as though nothing has happened, unashamed, the commuters
BOARD the TRAIN, talking, nicely, making jokes.

The doors WHAAATHHHUUUUUM shut, and the TRAIN, all of a

sudden...
Gone.

PULL BACK TO:

11 INT. METRO STATION - HOLE -- DAY

Crouched, TIGHT, inside a little CUBBYHOLE, viewing the
PLATFORM, is FLORENCE, MANHOLE MAN, and a few of his MANHOLE
MEN, watching.
We can tell from their expressions they saw everything.
FLORENCE
What happens to them? How are they
punished?
MANHOLE MAN
They’re not.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 14.

FLORENCE
Why, do they hide?
MANHOLE MAN
No!... Don’t you get it? They’re
allowed to do that! That’s legal...
they don’t have to hide... clones
have no rights! That’s why we hide,
in the sewers, under the city...
some try to live a normal life,
like him... they all end up dead.
Others, try to accept it, behave...
they’re farmed for every organ in
their body. Cut up. Then their
skin. Then their blood, and water,
and hair. Nothing’s wasted. Some of
us escape from the tanks, live
here, trying to rebel.
FLORENCE
Let me help. I’m a warrior, I’m
from the future... And I want to
help

MANHOLE MAN
I was hoping you’d say that. I’m
sure he’d want you to.
CU: FLORENCE. Remembering, all of a sudden... of course!

FLORENCE
(whispering)
The Doctor...
CUT TO:

12 INT. TARDIS - FLASHBACK -- DAY

PRAC FX: The TARDIS is burning, in FLAMES.

PRAC FX: GIRDERS and METAL STRUTS fall, TWISTED METAL

CRASHING DOWN.
THE DOCTOR is desperately hammering BUTTONS, running
round...

FLORENCE is crouched on the floor, HANDS around her head-

not scared, just practical
THE DOCTOR
It’s too strong! It’s... It’s us
dragging us in, into it’s jaws! I’m
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 15.

THE DOCTOR (cont’d)

sorry, I’m so sorry.... you’re
going to have to trust me.
Beat.

Amongst all the death, destruction, there’s sort of lull,

and he RUNS over to her, CUPS her face in his hands-
THE DOCTOR
Florence, I can’t watch you die,
I’m going to perform an emergency
temporal shift on you, send you
somewhere, out the way... save you
FLORENCE
No, but.... but you can’t, I want
to be here with you, and-
THE DOCTOR
There’s no point us both dying.
Anyway, I’ll be okay. Come get you
when this is over.

And he gives a GREAT BIG GRIN

FLORENCE
But-

But too late, he THUMPS a button, and she..

FX: FADES AWAY
BEAT.

He stands there, looking, watching where she was...

Not grinning anymore.
FADE TO:

13 INT. METRO STATION - HOLE -- DAY

FLORENCE gasps, as though in pain- suddenly remembering...
FLORENCE
The Doctor, he... is he okay?
MANHOLE MAN
He’s coming back for you, we know,
trust us.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 16.

FLORENCE
But... why? How do you know, tell
me, what are you?

MANHOLE MAN
Help. We’re help.
(OFF HER EXPRESSION)
But now, think, maybe you were sent
here for a reason! Maybe it wasn’t
an accident, that of all the
places, in the whole universe you
could have come, you’re here. Now.
FLORENCE
How do you know about the Doctor?
Who... what are you?
CU: MANHOLE MAN: His face, illuminated dimly, lit from the
side, an aristocratic, noble face... Mysterious. Secretive.
He CLUTCHES her hand with both of his. We suddenly realize,
how big he his, how powerful.
A fighter. But gentle, and he looks at her.
MANHOLE MAN
I’ve told you, I’m helping, I’m
here to help. I’m the only person
who can, cos you’re a dead man
walking now, they know you’re with
us, siding with us. And you can
help us. Please!

FLORENCE
Help you... with what?
MANHOLE MEN
(sotto)
The clone revolution.
OFF FLORENCE’S EXPRESSION
CUT TO:

14 EXT. RESTAURANT -- DAY

FLORENCE and another CLONE REBEL, standing, watching, so no
one could see, a bit hidden, along with MANHOLE MAN
The restaurant has SEATS out on the pavement, people sitting
drinking.
A FEW CUSTOMERS with nice drinks, and then...

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 17.

A MAN APPROACHES; a clone.

He tries to sit down, and tries to beckon THE WAITER
There’s some murmuring of voices, bit’s we can hear...

WAITER
Sir, I can’t serve you... are you a
clone? You are, please, not my
establishment...

The clone’s a man on a mission, trying to make a point, a

freedom fighter, rebel.
Dead man walking.
CLONE
Yes, yes. I’m a clone.
Another customer stands up, and then...
CUSTOMER
You... you, cloney boy. Organ
farm... you’re in our cafe
CUSTOMER #2
We don’t like it!
A TABLE is thrown!-

-Someone hurls a GLASS of DRINK-

-It smashes!-
-The clone stands, raises his hands!-

-Not fighting...-
-He’s knocked over, by some customers-
-He stumbles, on his back!!!-

-Vulnerable!!!-
-The waiter is indecisive, not wanting to commit-
Then, all of a sudden, decided-

-Rolls up his sleeves, stands over the clone-

-The clone is bleeding, raises his arms-

-refuses to defend himself!!!-

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (3) 18.

-BLEEDING!-
And we pull back, as gradually, they sit back...
FLORENCE
How could that happen?

MANHOLE MAN
It happens all the time! This is
normal... Just another jumped up
’cloney boy’, trying to prove a
point, be a rebel, a freedom
fighter... Cos being in a tomb
achieves a lot, doesn’t it? So
stupid...
FLORENCE
You care about them... care about
them all.
MANHOLE MAN
They’re so young... he was only
just birthed today, or yesterday;
Probably only been given half ’his’
memories, half his original’s
memories. Some of them don’t even
get that their clones... think
they’re the real deal. The genuine
article... cos the clones, they
inherit the real bodies memories.
Some of them really walk into those
restaurants, sit on those buses.
They don’t even realize they don’t
own those bodies, till...

FLORENCE
We have to do something!!
MANHOLE MAN
You’re going to fight with us? Help
us? Without the doctor?
FLORENCE
That’s what he taught me.
MANHOLE MAN
A bit of him rubbed off on you?
FLORENCE
I hope so, I really do.
CUT TO:
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15 EXT. STREET -- DAY

A RALLY, MARCH type thing... A demonstration, a RIGHT WING
type party, BANNERS, bit of BLACK LEATHER.

They’ve got some kind of ’salute’, bit sinister, they make a

clutching gesture at their chest, with a clawed hand; to
symbolize that they’re ’real’, their heart is ’real’
They’re sinister, violent, militant, fascist...

Their LEADER is speaking, on a little podium, to the CROWDS

in the street.
CU: THEIR FACES
Loving it. Adoration.

He’s got SHORTS, tucked in SHIRT, little COMB-OVER, not too

obvious.
LEADER
(proper rant,fueled by hate)
We WILL purge the clone from our
society! Clean ourselves, of their
presence! They must be
removed! Like a cancerous tumor in
the body, they must be cut out!
Allow the healthy! Living! Cells!
To! Flourish!
The crowds SCREAM... they love him. All do the little
SALUTE.

LEADER (CONT’D)
We have grown weak, and soft...
Given them rights! They are a
resource! A body bank! Yet now, we
are beginning to grant them rights!
Allow them on our streets! This is
wrong! We must correct the
mistakes, of this government!
PULL BACK TO:
HIGH SHOT, of all the crowds, jumping, screaming, banners,
flags...
Now we’re a series of JUMPCUTS, FAST
CUT TO:
 20.

16 EXT. BACK ALLEYS -- NIGHT

The leader has incited violence... next few scenes are a
series of FAST CUTS though this violence;

A [CLONE] is exiting the SMALL BACK DOOR of a square

CONCRETE BUILDING, a corporate science research type
facility-
He stands in the STREET, when suddenly, A MOB, appear, high
on adrenaline and drink-

-They are ALL OVER him!!!-

-He’s knocked to the GROUND!!-
-Falls, HARD!-

-And then, they start HITTING him-

-He SCREAMS-
And quickly we...

CUT TO:

17 EXT. STREET -- DAY

A DIFFERENT STREET
The MOB is LOOTING SHOP FRONTS,
PRAC FX: SMASHES GLASS!!

SCREAMING PEOPLE are crawling away, pulling themselves,

FACES BLOODY!
FADE TO:

18 INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY.

ESTABLISHING. Quite prim, 50’s-ish, suburban type of place,
boring little LAMPSHADES, heavy BROWN ARMCHAIRS.
A HOUSEWIFE busies herself, running around- APRON,
FLOWER-PRINT DRESS, big old fashioned SANDALS, hair all up
in a BUN.
She walks into the middle of the room, slows down, stops.
Bends down, picking up some stuff, cleaning up.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 21.

CU: HOUSEWIFE. Her EYES are strange, sinister- BRIGHT VIOLET

IRISES.
If the audience are particularly observant, might here a
little-

SOUND FX: WHIRRING, BUZZING- robotic sounds, not all is as

it seems.
Then, with a CLUNK, CLUNK- metallic?- sound she walks on.
With a BANG the front door can be shutting, and ENTER
HUSBAND. WALKS in, WALKS up to her- big, gruff,
quick-to-temper man- in CONTROL.
HOUSEWIFE
Good day at work, husband?

HUSBAND
Not bad, housewife. Had a new liver
fitted, the lifestyle was catching
up with me a bit.
HOUSEWIFE
Oo, goodness husband, that’s your
third this week?... who did that
come from?
HUSBAND
Right, it came from 002-538, one of
my first clones from way back.
HOUSEWIFE
(bit nervous, bit fretting)
How did he take it husband?

HUSBAND
Very well, housewife. He was one of
the good ones, the best. Shame
really, I’d been saving him for
best, for a special occasion.

HOUSEWIFE
Make another one then?
HUSBAND
I could make a thousand more with
the click of one thumb, but you can
never quite predict how they’ll
come out. The way they’re brought
up, I suppose, or just in their
genes? Slight variation?

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (3) 22.

HOUSEWIFE
Was he down the mines?
HUSBAND
Right! I’d had him down the mines
working, thought I’d get best use
out of the cloney-boys. Look!
ECU: ROLLS up his shirt. Used to be quite TRIM, gone to seed
a bit. A THIN, NARROW INCISION, where the OPERATION was.
Little bit of DRIED BLOOD, not gruesome though.

HOUSEWIFE
That-
Interrupted by-

BCU: RADIO in the CORNER- again, RETRO STYLING, all of a

sudden, begins to SPEAK.
As it speaks-
-Husband and housewife move towards center of room-

-He puts his ARM around her waste-

-They stand there, listening-
-The CREEPY COUPLE-

-CRANE SHOT: HIGH-

RADIO VOICE (O.O.V)
The presidential candidate David
Twelvetrees has been elected as the
new president. Amongst his many
declarations is his
disenfranchisement of the clones,
which he claims will revolotionise
the economy of the planet.

FADE TO:

19 INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT.

The SAME LIVING ROOM, later, much later, maybe a few weeks.
HUSBAND and HOUSEWIFE are still there-
Husband, sat in his ARMCHAIR, puffing away on his PIPE, with
the PAPERS. NB: emphasise the weird, strangeness of these
people, they’re so creepy; all their MOVEMENTS are ROBOTIC,
slow, deliberate, emphasised.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 23.

SOUND FX: Little whirring like information being processed,

on a computer...

BCU: the PAPERS; at first they seem normal, then we see: its
a SCREEN, ELECTRONIC, all the data scrolling past, FAST,
little VIDEOCLIPS, all touchscreen: We need to remember,
this isn’t the dowdy 1950’s, this is the FUTURE.
ECU: the RADIO. Starts to speak again.

The creepy couple both look up, SLOWLY.

RADIO VOICE (O.O.V)
And his honorable president
twelvetrees has issued a call to
arms- we are at war! He is
demanding all clones sign up
immediately, to defend and protect
their country, and owners.
OFF SINISTER COUPLE’S EXPRESSIONS:

CUT TO:

20 EXT. HOUSE -- DAY.

Outside the SAME HOUSE, with husband and housewife inside.

CROWD MULTIPLICATION FX: CLONES.
All of them, look JUST like HUSBAND, right down to the
COMB-OVER and MUSTARD-CARDIGANS. ALl standing there, with
RIFLES slung over their SHOULDERS, looking a bit SAD.
There’s probably twenty, maybe THIRTY. They all have an
ASSORTMENT of WOUNDS, SCARS, SCRATCHES, EYEPATCHES.
Human farms.

They all have an identical look on the face, their

expressions matched.
Fear, sorrow, but no ANGER.

Cos after, all, they deserve it, they’re clones.

Heartbreaking.
Then, as ONE, they turn AWAY, WALK AWAY.

Gradually, after a FEW STEPS, they-

FX: FADE AWAY, to NOTHING.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 24.

Gone.
PULL BACK TO:

21 INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY.

Standing, looking at them- watching this, out the WINDOW.

HUSBAND. COMPLETELY impassive, PUFFING AWAY on that PIPE.
Coughs a bit, then TURNS AWAY- cos that’s it, that’s all it
means to him. Unaffected.
HUSBAND
Clones aren’t as good as they used
to be.

CUT TO:

22 INT. SEWERS -- DAY

They’re sat, with their legs DANGLING over the great big
CHANNEL of SEWAGE.
MUSIC: ’DREAMS’ by BUCKCHERRY
FLORENCE is sitting round with some MANHOLE MEN, looking
puzzled, confused; thinking. There’s something she’s
wondering...
FLORENCE
Why am I here? Why hasn’t the
Doctor come back for me?

The manhole men are POLISHING bits of steel, rods; their

weapons. Slowly they stop, look up.
Beat.

MANHOLE MAN looks up, cautiously, guarded.

MANHOLE MAN
You know why... cos he’s in danger.
He’s gonna be back for you, don’t
worry. Just a few more days

CU: FLORENCE . Something’s wrong.

FLORENCE
No, cos, he’s got a time machine!
Everyone knows that, everyone who
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 25.

FLORENCE (cont’d)
knows him, knows that. So, why has
he taken weeks to get here? He
should have been here at the same
time as me.

CU: MANHOLE MAN, bit worried, bit confused. Sympathetic,

feels sorry for her.
MANHOLE MAN
(smiles, but wrong; doesn’t
reach his eyes)
Now, come on.... This is the doctor
we’re talking about. He won’t let
you down.
Florence SHRUGS him off, angry

FLORENCE
Get off me! How do you know about
him? How do you know him, his name?
What are you, tell me, I deserve
answers.

They look at each other.

FLORENCE (CONT’D)
Please. Please, I need... tell me
what I’m thinking, tell me what I’m
thinking is wrong.
Beat.
She knows, inside. Begins to cry.

In denial, big time!

FLORENCE (CONT’D)
(furious, sad)
Lie to me. Please, make up a story,
to shut me up. To shut up, stupid
me. Tell me a lie!
Pause.
MANHOLE MAN
One day, we were out. And then, all
of a sudden, like magic... you were
just here. A gift. And then....
there was this voice. Wasn’t there?
To his lads. One of them looks up, nice, spotty YOUTH CLONE.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (3) 26.

YOUTH CLONE
Yeah. Yeah, that’s right boss. We
saw you, and you looked so sad,
just lying there. And then there
was this voice, this man, called
the Doctor, a good man, the best
man. He said, he’s sent you there,
he was gonna come back for you. And
you’d have some memory loss, but
it’d be okay, we should take care
of ya. We took ya in, to the big
hospital.
CU: FLORENCE . Thinking. Eyes red, from crying, still looks
sad.
FLORENCE
Thanks.
YOUTH CLONE
(grinning, relived)
No problem, any time, eh boys?

MANHOLE MEN
Yeah, course!
ON FLORENCE. Thinking, sort of laughing. Cos they’ve got it
wrong, got it really wrong.

FLORENCE
No, but thank you. Really, thank
you. Thanks, for lying.
She’s sincere.

The others look WORRIED, looking round.

CU: MANHOLE MAN. Knew this would happen, but still, so sad.
FLORENCE
Just one thing though, the Doctor.
How did you know his name.
Beat.
MANHOLE MAN
(gently)
We didn’t. You said it, first. They
always do. Start crying out, for
the one they love, the one they
need. It was you who gave us the
name.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (4) 27.

FLORENCE, now, she knows. She gets it, and she’s so, so sad.
Just desperately wishing it wasn’t true.

MUSIC SOARS into a big, tragic piece.

FLORENCE
Please. god, no, please, please,
no. Why? Why, why did this happen?

Manhole man pulls her into a great big hug, so sad. Just
holding her.
FLORENCE
Please, it can’t be, cos, cos,...
cos... But I remember! Remember
him, in the TARDIS, telling me,
telling me that he was sending me
away. And that...
She can’t go on.

MANHOLE MAN
(whispering)
Like I said... the brain, it’s
clever. Brilliant. We only
understand half of it. But it’s,
the scientists, part of the way
they grow you... your brain invents
memories, fills the gaps, makes up
little stories..
MUSIC: ’DREAMS’ FADE OUT

FADE TO SOUNDLESS, just watching them standing there, her

crying so much.
OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)
And then, I remembered. And nothing
really mattered any more, it was
okay. Because... I am a clone.
WIDE SHOT: And we PULL AWAY to reveal the full SCALE of
these sewers (huge) as Florence walks away, sadly...

CUT TO:

23 EXT. BRIDGE - UNDER BRIDGE -- NIGHT

MUSIC: ’LEARNING TO FALL’ by CHICKENFOOT.

STREETLIGHTS cast a yellow, ARTIFICIAL GLOW.

PRAC FX: It’s still RAINING. It’s always raining.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 28.

FLORENCE is just standing there; so still, she could be a

statue. Her hands are holding her head, like she can’t stand
up, can’t go on. Like she thinks she might collapse.
There’s a little RATTLING behind her, and she KNOWS what it
means, tries to WALK AWAY, out into the rain, but-
MANHOLE MAN grabs her wrist, holds her- rattling was him
leaving manhole. He SPINS her round, to face him. Looks at
her.

Florence AVOIDS his eyes, looks everywhere else, down,

above, to the sides...
He just holds her, not unkindly, not rough.
FLORENCE
I’m not real. I’m... pretend.
She PINCHES herself, HARD!!
Bring tears to her eyes!!

FLORENCE
(crying)
That hurt, that shouldn’t hurt,
Jesus Christ, why does that hurt?
MANHOLE MAN
It... I don’t know, because....
you’re a real person, just... not
the one you thought you were...
FLORENCE
How does that work? How stupid, how
thick, are you? Who I thought I am,
is who I am... my whole identity,
my actions, they were all cos I
thought my name was Florence
Watson, that... now I’m nothing!!

She, CRYING, DESPERATE, starts HITTING HIM, SLAPPING him,

not really angry at him, just sad.
He GRABS her, holds her as close, as tight as he can, hugs
her.

MANHOLE MAN
(whispers)
I’m sorry, I should have told you.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (3) 29.

FLORENCE
No you shouldn’t, really you
shouldn’t, you were just looking
after me, trying to make it better.
It’s just... it’s like I don’t know
what’s right or wrong anymore, just
what’s allowed, and what’s not. I’m
not even sure if they’re the same
thing. But you shouldn’t have told
me, you were protecting me.

MANHOLE MAN
No, but you had a right to know...
FLORENCE
You were trying to help me though,
trying to...
(REALIZING)
You don’t care at all, do you? Tell
me you care.
MANHOLE MAN
It’s complicated-
FLORENCE
(hurt, quiet)
There’s nothing complicated about
it, is there?

MANHOLE MAN
Please, I just-
FLORENCE
Just want soldiers, for your clone
revolution. Volunteers. So you
picked on me. Ah, but I’m not the
first. How many more? Why me? You
showed me all those clones, dying,
how many people have you taken to
see them? Why not use them instead,
if so many die?
MANHOLE MAN
Your an offworlder.

FLORENCE
And? What does that mean?
MANHOLE MAN
Does it make any difference if I
tell you?

Beat.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (4) 30.

FLORENCE
No. No, it doesn’t. I’ll hate you
anyway.
MANHOLE MAN
When visitors come, to the planet,
they get scanned. Genetically
modeled. Cloned. Not like the
others, they’re educated, given
freedom. They’re given the identity
of their ’parent’.

FLORENCE
What for?
MANHOLE MAN
Who knows? Because they can?
Political prisoners? Spare organs?
For power?
FLORENCE
And all the ’offworlder’ clones
that come here... you do this to
them. Tell them they’re special,
they’re beautiful people. So what
happened?... I... no, Florence. The
real Florence, and the Doctor, they
came here. And she got cloned. Made
me. And now, I’m useless, I’m
nothing. I’ve got nothing.
MANHOLE MAN
No, that’s not true. We’ve got the
clone revolution.

Florence SPINS round; NOW she’s angry.

FLORENCE
Do you never stop!? You’ve tricked,
me, lied to me... and now you want
me to fight for you? Join your...
revolution? It’s never happening is
it?
MANHOLE MAN
Just a few more people....

FLORENCE
And how long have you been saying
that for? How many people have
joined since you first said that?
How many have you lied to like me?
Cos all you ever do, is take me to
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (5) 31.

FLORENCE (cont’d)
see clones dying, being murdered!
All you do is sit in the sewers,
polishing your weapons? How many
clones have died while you’ve sat
there?
MANHOLE MAN
(wonder)
You still do care! Even after all
this, I lied to you and still you
care, about those people! No wonder
the Doctor likes you... you’re
amazing.

FLORENCE
The Doctor doesn’t like me. The
Doctor has never even met me.
Beat.

FLORENCE (CONT’D)
Just go away.
Sadly, he nods, turns.
RAT-AT-ATTLE

Gone.
MUSIC: ’LEARNING TO FALL...’ FADE OUT
CUT TO:

24 EXT. NIGHT SKY - HIGH SHOT OVER CITY -- NIGHT

HELI-SHOT:

We’re floating, HIGH in the NIGHT SKY.

It’s so peaceful, so quiet.
Everywhere is BLACK, DARK, SILENT.

PRAC FX: The CITY below is LIT by LINES of WARM YELLOW

STREET-LAMPS.
A SWARM of FIREFLIES dance and twinkle across the screen.
It’s beautiful.

FADE IN: MUSIC: ’HUMAN’ by KILLERS

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 32.

FLORENCE (O.O.V)
If I just lie here, and forget
myself, will the world still turn?
Why don’t I just pretend that all
the lights in the sky are stars,
and let’s wish the night away on
them... if all these streetlights,
and car lights, and candles were
stars, and I wished a wish on all
of them, would my dreams come true?

During this, we TUNNEL in towards the city, PUSHING DOWN...

PUSH IN TO:

25 EXT. BRIDGE - UNDER BRIDGE -- NIGHT

FLORENCE is lying on her back, a bit calmer, thinking.

Her arms are FOLDED behind her head, and she’s staring up at
the night sky.

BCU: FLORENCE. Her eyes are a bit wet, sad, but she’s
composed now.
FLORENCE
If a dandelion seed fell in amongst
the sunflowers, would it grow tall
and pregnant and wide, and call
itself a sunflower? If a boy is
raised by a wolfmother, and drinks
her milk, and runs with her, and
hunts with her, is he still a boy,
or is he wolf? If the world was
turned upside down, would the sea
call itself sky, and become fat,
and rain? If I was not born
Florence Watson- I am not!- would
my heart still hurt, and my head
still spin? If I was a wheat in a
field, a fowl on a farm, would I
not have these aches in my soul? If
I were a bird, could I just fly
away, from everything?

MUSIC ’HUMAN’ FADE OUT.

FADE TO:
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26 EXT. BRIDGE - UNDER BRIDGE -- DAY

MORNING.
MUSIC: ’LORELEI’ by SCORPIONS FADE IN

BCU: FLORENCE, lying on her SIDE, on the HARD FLOOR under

the bridge, on top of a load of JUNK. She’s pale, cold.
Beat.

And then, slowly, her EYES open. Slowly, and she just lies
there.
Remembering.
PIT-A-PAT-A-PATT-A-PAT

Still raining. She sighs, looking so sad.

OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)
And then, there was the most
important moment of my life. As I
lay there, I could have taken my
own life. Could have killed myself.
But I didn’t...
Beat.

OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)

I still regret it.
FADE TO BLACK:
CUT TO:

27 EXT. BRIDGE - UNDER BRIDGE -- DAY

FLORENCE stands up, LATER.

SLOWLY, SADLY. Like she’s so down, so depressed!

Slowly, she leaves...
CUT TO:
 34.

28 EXT. STREET -- DAY. CONTINUOU

FLORENCE walks out from under the BRIDGE, into the street-

It’s NOT raining!!; it’s ’after-a-storm’ weather, bit of

BRIGHT, CHILLY SUNLIGHT shining through, glinting off the
GREAT BIG PUDDLES. Everyone’s cautiously coming out again-
SPLISH-SPLOSH-SPLISH....

-Through the great big puddles!! OLD PEOPLE out in the

street catching up on all the gossip.
OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)
Then over a massive mountain, a
cloud grew dark and heavy.
Somewhere two Spring lambs, met and
danced, and lived, and loved, and
then drifted apart. Somewhere a
reverend took two youthful lovers
and joined their hands, yet within
a year they walked separate paths,
and the scheming monk knew soon he
would bring them together with
adjacent graves. Somewhere in a
cave of gold, a group of smugglers
couldn’t work it out, and so the
treasure grew stale, and was
forgotten, and in a darkened room a
candle burned, and it’s wick grew
short.

Florence ENTERS a LARGE UNIVERSITY CAMPUS TYPE BUILDING: the

SCHOOL from SCENE 4.
MUSIC: ’LORELEI’ FADE OUT
CUT TO:

29 EXT. RESTAURANT -- DAY

MUSIC: ’ACCIDENTS CAN HAPPEN’ by SIXX AM
The SAME RESTAURANT as EARLIER. It’s quite MODERN, STEEL
FRAMED CHAIRS outside, and TABLES.
FLORENCE enters, walks over to a chair, BRUSHES OFF some of
the WATER, sits down; SLUMPS down- so sad, so down.
It’s BRIGHT SUNLIGHT, but COLD, like it is after it STOPS
RAINING.
Beat.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 35.

Then, with a...

SPLISH-SPLOSH-SPLISH-SPLOSH through the PUDDLES...

An ELDERLY WOMAN arrives, with her HANDBAG, and SITS DOWN...

She’s wise, kind, clever; not like the others here.
OLD WOMAN
Mind if I sit here?
FLORENCE
...Sure. Yeah, go ahead.
Beat.

OLD WOMAN
You look sad.
FLORENCE
Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.

OLD WOMAN
(mischevious)
Well, this is it you see... happens
to every young woman... A night
out, a crazy night... you wake up
the next morning, aching,
bruised... in a gutter somewhere.
FLORENCE
No! No, really, not like that.

OLD WOMAN
Don’t worry, this it it, we all do
it, you’re with a friend. We’ve all
been there... I did it, once or
twice.

She’s REALLY OLD looking, healthy, kept alive, by clones,

but she’s ANCIENT!!
FLORENCE
What, but, I said.... Ah, um,
riiiiiight. Wow.
OLD WOMAN
Maybe not just once or twice
then...

FLORENCE
What makes you real? Or makes me
fake? What is it, that makes a
person?

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (3) 36.

OLD WOMAN
You are sad... you ask sad
questions, hard questions,like you
want me to give you sad answers,
answers to make you feel guilty...
Like you want to hurt.
FLORENCE
(angry)
I just want you to answer.
OLD WOMAN
Then... what makes a person real,
is so many things. Our memories.
Our thoughts, our experiences. I
think, that... that it’s not what
god gives you, what qualities when
you’re born, that define you...
it’s your choices.
FLORENCE
How? I don’t get it.
OLD WOMAN
The way you respond to situations,
the way you face your fears... when
you stare down your own soul, and
weaknesses.... that’s what makes
you who you are.
FLORENCE
But it’s fighting more than fears,
it’s fighting yourself, your genes,
your soul... you can’t change
that?!
OLD WOMAN
(mischievous))
No. Like I told him, it’s not what
you’ve got, it’s what you do with
it. Each choice, every crossroads
you come to, shows who you are.
Sometimes it surprises you. Inside
you, all your experiences, choices,
pile up- your soul, that’s ’you.’
And if you’ve been good and kind,
you’re strong, and mighty, but if
you’ve run, and hidden, you’re
weak. And that’s bad people.

FLORENCE
But it’s not... you can be born
evil. A bad person.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (4) 37.

OLD WOMAN
No you can’t.
FLORENCE
But, you-

OLD WOMAN
No you can’t.
FLORENCE
But-

OLD WOMAN
No you can’t.
FLORENCE
But then the clones.... we’re....
they’re born bad, aren’t they?
She’s TESTING HER!
OLD WOMAN
No, no they’re not. In fact, the
word clones... how are they clones.
They’re clones genetically, yes,
scientifically, maybe, but
inside... they’re just as real as
any of us, as me, or... you
(PERCEPTIVE)
They live, love, they hurt, and
cry, and die. How can something
that does that not be a real
person?

FLORENCE
(bit reassured)
But... I saw, in this cafe.... a
man died, a clone; killed!
OLD WOMAN
It was a clone... that happens.
FLORENCE
It shouldn’t though!
OLD WOMAN
Maybe... It’s like the rain. It
can’t last forever. All it ever
seems to do here is rain, and rain,
and we can’t stop it. But look, now
it’s stopped raining. The sun’s
coming out.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (5) 38.

FLORENCE
It’s so wrong though...

OLD WOMAN
It’s wicked, but we’re still human
remember... we’ve always done it,
always will. To different people,
sure, but... Jews, or women, or
blacks, or psychics, blue skins or
green, or gingers...
FLORENCE
Exactly! Nothing ever changes, for
so many years, and all you... we
can do, is find more people to
abuse, misuse.
OLD WOMAN
It won’t last forever... one day,
the clones will say... enough! And
then they’ll refuse, and stamp
their feet, and the stamp will
spread, and grow, and become an
earthquake, and it will shake our
whole society.... towers will
topple, courts will collapse,
empires will... end! It’s always
the way.
FLORENCE
And then, we’ll move onto a new set
of victims. New people to work,
until they break.
OLD WOMAN
Maybe. Does that mean it isn’t
worth it? Will that make the
victory taste less sweet? The
freedom less clean? You’re still a
freedom fighter.
CU: THE OLD WOMAN. Like she KNOWS.
Somehow, she just knows, who Florence is.

What she’s got to do.

Beat.
OLD WOMAN
Go. Go, make the sun come out. Stop
the rain.
CU: FLORENCE. Determined. This stops, here!!

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (6) 39.

Cos she knows, what’s got to happen.

She STANDS UP, and LEAVES...
MUSIC: ’ACCIDENTS CAN HAPPEN’ FADE OUT.

CUT TO:

30 INT. SCHOOL -- DAY

FLORENCE STORMS in!!

The SAME CLASSROOM, all the STUDENTS sitting in the same

desks, and the PROFESSOR tapping the BLACKBOARD.
Like nothing’s changed.

There’s ONE EMPTY CHAIR AND DESK:

Hers.
EVERYONE has turned to face her;

PROFESSOR
Your back.
And that’s it... so smug, so self-satisfied.

PROFESSOR
Sit down!
Beat.
FLORENCE
No. No, I’m not coming back for
school.
PROFESSOR
Really?

FLORENCE
I wanna know more about the clones.
Whose in charge of the clones?
PROFESSOR
If you mean who oversees
production, then... everyone will
be able to direct you there.
He looks at her, raises an eyebrow.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 40.

PROFESSOR
I wouldn’t recommend it.
Florence ignores him, turns to the clones.
FLORENCE
Oh, by the way. Your all clones.
All of you. Clones of famous
people, important people, from
other planets. They’ve got hundreds
of clones of you, and they’re
training you up to be useful.
Pause.
PAN ALONG desks; they’re horrified. Some disbelieving, most
just stunned, and scared.

FLORENCE
Sorry, but you really shouldn’t
have laughed at me.
And she’s gone.

CUT TO:

31 INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY.

HUSBAND and HOUSEWIFE are both there; HOUSEWIFE bustling in

and out of the KITCHEN-AREA, HUSBAND strolling around.
Then, all of a sudden;
KNOCK-KNOCK

At the door! Husband’s head SNAPS up, fast, faster than

seems possible. He STARES at the DOOR, and we PUSH THROUGH
to a:
CU: HUSBAND. His EYES are VIOLET, strikingly bright, not
just the irises, but the PUPILS as well.
His JAW trembles, and A VEIN in his forehead stands up, like
he’s really stressed. Or angry!
HUSBAND
Housewife. The door.
She BUSTLES to get it, HOISTING up her DRESS to let her RUN
faster.
CUT TO:

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 41.

THE DOOR.
Housewife SLAMS it OPEN, revealing, framed in the LIGHT.

FLORENCE!!!
FLORENCE
(entering)
Hey, lovely to meet you, I’m
Florence, I’m a clone, so I’m
probably not real-
CUT TO: HUSBAND. Looks angry, hateful even.
FLORENCE (CONT’D)
Buuuuuuuut before you kill me, cos
I don’t actually count as a real
person, one thing, one tiny thing!
Beat.

She walks up to husband, so confidently.

FLORENCE
Slap me. Go on, hit me!! Hurt me!
I’m only a clone, so it’s okay!

Beat.
He ignores her, just STARES ahead, but we can see, she’s
getting to him- blinking fast, CLENCHING his FISTS.
She GRABS HIM by the JUMPER- nice, sleeveless, mustard
colored- and pulls him close to her!!
FLORENCE
Hit me!!!

Housewife gasps, turns away a bit.

FLORENCE
Are you a man?! A coward? I’m just
a pathetic, fake, pretend clone of
a person!

All of a sudden-
-his HANDS comes up-
-He’s lost control!-

-SLAPPP!!!-
-In the face!!-

(CONTINUED)
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Really hard, nasty slap- painful!

-She FALLS to the FLOOR-
She LIES on her back, BREATHING HARD, her CHEEK a bright RED
COLOR!!

She starts to speak- she’s a bit shocked, breathing hard, in

pain, eyes a bit teary, weepy.
FLORENCE
Right. Wow. That hurt. Look at me!!
That hurt. Real pain, real blood,
real skin, and bones, and that
hurt!!
She looks at the fretting, mousy, timid housewife.

FLORENCE
Nice style, very retro, and I adore
what you’ve done with the carpet,
would be such a shame to get blood
on it. So, um, killing me wouldn’t
be a great idea.
HUSBAND
(breathing hard)
You’re lucky to be alive.

FLORENCE
Na, that would get blood on the
carpet, like I said.... and anyway,
I’m alive, cos you need me. Want to
get to the Doctor through me, is
that it? Did he visit you? You’re
hoping he’ll come back, and you can
send me in, find out the secrets of
time travel? Sorry, not happening.
HUSBAND
It... It will.
FLORENCE
But, hey, you’ve got loads of
copies of me, somewhere, I’m
guessing. So go on!

HUSBAND
You are... still useful to us.
FLORENCE
Aww, thanks, that’s sweet, but I
really don’t think so. Anyway,
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
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FLORENCE (cont’d)
cheers for that, got to be off, see
ya around!
Little wave, and she’s GONE.

Beat.
Husband just STANDS there, rubbing HIS HANDS, STARING out
the WINDOW.

Pause
CUT TO:

32 INT. SEWERS -- DAY

ALL the MANHOLE MEN still sitting there, POLISHING UP their

’WEAPONS’, TALKING a bit, doing not much;
FLORENCE
(entering)
Shall we go?
EVERYONE looks up-SHOCKED!!
FLORENCE stands there, looking at them.

MANHOLE MAN
You’re back!!
FLORENCE
Yep. This thing, it’s bigger than
any of us, bigger than your lies,
or my tears, I know I’m not the
real Florence Watson, but damn it,
I am! I’m as real as her, I’ve got
her memories, so I’m going to use
them, and maybe put this life,
which they call worthless, to some
use! What makes me any less real,
what makes her, her in the tardis
real? I’ve lived, and I’ve
suffered, I’ve hurt...

Manhole man GRINS!

MANHOLE MAN
Welcome back! We’re almost ready,
just a few more men and-

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 44.

FLORENCE
No. Now. Cos, I dunno about you,
sitting in the sewers waiting for
the days that will never come and
dreaming, and wishing on the stars,
that’s not doing it for me. I mean,
we fight, now, and if we die, at
least we’ll have meant something!
YOUTH CLONE
She’s right you know, boss, I wanna
do something.
Others start chipping in, with comments-
CLONE #2
Come on boss, this way, we get some
honor, bit of cred. We start
counting again.
MANHOLE MAN
Don’t ever say that! Of course you
count, don’t believe what they tell
you, you count just as much as them
up top! But Florence... you’re
right. Let’s do this.
PAN ALONG the MANHOLE MEN and Florence. Angry, determined.

CUT TO:

33 EXT. STREET -- DAY

The MOB is marching to war!

MUSIC: ’ROCK ME’ by GREAT WHITE.

MANHOLE MAN, MANHOLE MAN, YOUTH CLONE, FLORENCE, and LOADS
more CLONES, marching through the streets, angry, ready to
make war!

They’ve got WEAPONS, METAL SHARDS, IMPROVISED TOOLS....

MANHOLE MAN falls into step next to FLORENCE, and speaks to
her.

Quiet, reflective.
MANHOLE MAN
What was he like?

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 45.

FLORENCE
He was... he’s just like you said,
the best man. So special, and
amazing. I’ll never see him
again... it hurts.

MANHOLE MAN
Can he really travel in time?
FLORENCE
Yeah. Yeah, he can... I go with
him. I used to be... used to be so
sad, and he made me better, stopped
me hurting.
MANHOLE MAN
No he didn’t.

FLORENCE
What the- I mean, how-?!
(BEAT)
Yeah, you’re right. I forgot for a
bit, laughed, had some fun, great
times, but soon the hurt came back.
I used to be so depressed, and
travelling with him stopped it for
a bit, but not for ever.
MANHOLE MAN
Are you unhappy?
FLORENCE
What kind of question is that? Of
course I am, you know that...

She gets what he’s saying.

FLORENCE
Yeah, even with the doctor, I got
sad again. There was so much death,
so much hurt. And I think... I’m
not good enough for him, don’t
deserve it... The whole time with
him, I’m scared, one day he’ll
realise what a loser I am, he’ll
get bored with me, or meet someone
new, or move on, and...
She can’t go on.
CU: FLORENCE.

(CONTINUED)
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FLORENCE
Come on, let’s go make war.
MUSIC: ’ROCK ME’ FADE OUT...
CUT TO:

34 INT. SCIENCE ROOM -- DAY

MUSIC: ’ENSLAVED,’ by MOTLEY CRUE

It’s all quiet, a few COMPUTERS beeping, and a FEW

SCIENTISTS moving round, with CLIPBOARD.
Meanwhile, the HUGE TANKS just sit there, BUBBLING AWAY.

Beat.
Then, in walks FLORENCE! Right down the CORRIDOR between the
TANKS. Smiling a bit. Not scared.
FLORENCE
You were right, you know.
And, from behind a COMPUTER STATION, out WALKS the IMPORTANT
SCIENTIST
FLORENCE (CONT’D)
I came back.
IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
Good.... Never doubted you would.
He doesn’t say much, leaves great big silences, makes
conversation awkward.
FLORENCE
Yep, I’m sure. Well, you were
right. I am back. But, I brought a
few friends. Hope you don’t mind.

And then-
-PRAC FX: GREAT BIG EXPLOSION!!!-

-The WINDOWS SHATTER!!!-

-MANHOLE MEN come VAULTING IN!!-
-They RUN AROUND, SMASHING COMPUTERS!-

-HACKING at the CLONING TANKS with AXES, METAL RODS-

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 47.

CU: IMPORTANT SCIENTIST. Eyes wide, scared, ANGRY.

IMPORTANT SCIENTIST
What have you done? What is this?!
FLORENCE
What he said. The clone
revoloution.
And the DESTRUCTION CONTINUES!!!

SCIENTISTS FLEEING, ATTACKED- some WOUNDED.

MANHOLE MAN
(loosing it in battle)
(attacking a scientist,
violent!)
Can you feel this? Does this hurt?
Do you really feel pain? Bet you
don’t! Cos you’re not real, are
you! You don’t really count!
FLORENCE
Stop! Stop now!
Everyone IGNORES her; they’re just a mob, lawless, now...
The cracked CLONING TANKS spew and spill liquids and
EMBRYONIC FORMS onto the TILED FLOOR...

CUT TO:

35 INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY.

HUSBAND and WIFE standing there.

LOOKING out the window, listening to, in the distance...
THE SCREAMS!!

HOUSEWIFE
They’re screaming! Crying out!
HUSBAND
The whole city is screaming. The
whole planet!

HOUSEWIFE
Then what...-?

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 48.

HUSBAND
We’ve failed our task. The planet
has fallen.
HOUSEWIFE
Then what are we now?
HUSBAND
We were our task, our task was us.
Now we have failed it, we’re
failed. Pointless.

He’s so QUIET, not angry, just knowing it’s over- CALM,

RATIONAL.
HOUSEWIFE
Some will survive?

HUSBAND
It will never be the same. The
golden days... they’re over.
And then he RESTS his HAND on his CHEST....

HUSBAND
Shame, I never got to try out this
liver. It felt a good one.
And then,

HOUSEWIFE
What happens to us, husband?
She CLINGS to him, his LARGE FRAME, like she can hold off
death.

HUSBAND
We’re finished. We’re useless.
They’ll shut us down.

HOUSEWIFE
The end?!
HUSBAND
The end.

He sounds maybe SATISFIED, HAPPY.

Settles down in his BIG ARMCHAIR.
Puts his feet up on a FOOTSTOOL.

Waits.
 49.

CUT TO:

36 EXT. HOUSE -- DAY.

And slowly, gently...

FX: the HOUSE just FADES AWAY....

Like it was never there.
Beat.

CUT TO:

37 EXT. STREET -- DAY

They SPILL OUT into the streets, FLORENCE, MANHOLE MAN,

MANHOLE MEN...
MUSIC ’ENSLAVED’ FADE OUT

There’s a proper STREET BRAWL, people FIGHTING

Some lying BLEEDING!
Florence watching, PROTESTING, trying to stop the death....

OLDER FLORENCE (V/O)

And standing there, on that day, I
knew I’d started something.
Something big, made a difference.
Now, we were all somebodies. All of
us clones, but... but if that was
good or bad.... We’ll just have to
wait and see.
CUT TO:
Florence, standing, watching. Helpless.

FLORENCE
Stop it! All this death,
violence... Please, there’s another
way! It’s not what the Doctor would
want!

She RUNS to MANHOLE MAN, GRABS HIM-

FLORENCE
What are you doing?!

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 50.

MANHOLE MAN
You were right, I’ve done nothing
for too long. This is the clone
revolution, like you said... this
is for all them clones that died!

BEHIND HER [she’s unaware] a:

PRAC FX: EXPLOSION!! is destroying, in SLOWMO, a LARGE
RED-BRICK BUILDING.

SLO-SLOW: CRANE SHOT: The building TUMBLES DOWN...

-Florence TURNS-
-SEES it!-

-CU: FLORENCE: terrified...-

-TRIES to move out the way, but, too slow...-
-BAMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!-

Beat; we don’t see the DEATH.

FADE TO BLACK:

38 INT. SCIENCE ROOM -- DAY

Sometime in the FUTURE- it’s been REBUILT.

The CLONING TANKS haven’t been REPLACED, instead it’s JUST
COMPUTERS.

Quiet, DARK.
There’s no-one about.
Empty.

PUSH THRU TO:

FADE TO:

39 INT. BACKROOM - SCIENCE BUILDING -- DAY

It’s VERY DARK, we can barely SEE anything...

MUSIC (CONT’D TILL END):
’LOVING THE ALIEN’ by VELVET REVOLVER

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (2) 51.

There a LOT OF NOISE, of SHUFFLING OF FEET, HEAVY BREATHING.

Then, all of a sudden-
PRAC: THE LIGHTS come on, BRIGHT, HARSH.

And, reveal...
CROWD MULTIPLICATION FX: Lines and lines of FLORENCE-CLONES.
Literally, HUNDREDS of them!!!

ONE OF THEM, at the front, STEPS forward; this is OLDER

FLORENCE, whose been narrating the STORY.
OLDER FLORENCE
Our primary clone, with all the
memories could have saved us. She
did change things, brought down the
system, started the fightback. But
when the system fell, there was
nothing to take it’s place. No new
society. And so, it just...
stopped. People started dying. The
old people, who’d been kept alive,
and the sick, and injured. The
economy collapsed, we couldn’t
trade. Now it’s just scavangers out
there. But we, we survived.
Florence’s clones. Cos they really
wanted the secret of time travel,
they made a lot of her clones.
Clones don’t need much food or
drink, to make us cheap, so we just
survive. Just carry on living. So
we’re here... just hoping. Waiting.
Beat.
CUT TO:

40 EXT. BACK ALLEYS -- NIGHT

Outside; older Florence wasn’t exaggerating... it’s a mess.
BROKEN GLASS, SMASHED BUILDINGS, OVERGROWN.
Then, all of a sudden...

With a,
SOUND FX: WHEEZING, GROANING...
FX: THE TARDIS MATERIALISES!!

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 52.

Beat.
Sits there.
Then....

THE DOCTOR steps out, shrugging on his BIG COAT. He stops,

looks around.
THE DOCTOR
Oooh, bit odd, wonder what happened
here?
FLORENCE emerges.
FLORENCE
Where is this Doctor?

THE DOCTOR
This is Nolita, the planet, you
remember...?
FLORENCE
Oh, what, the planet we went to
ages ago? Nice place?
THE DOCTOR
Yeah that one, didn’t stay long,
nice place, bit dull, but lovely
coffee shops, and the sewage
systems are incredible-
FLORENCE
I’m sure. So what happened?

THE DOCTOR
Dunno, looks like some-ones brought
down the government! Oy, that’s not
fair, that’s my job, I normally do
that, I’m cross now.

Beat.
THE DOCTOR
Mind you, I wouldn’t bother...
nothing happens here. Come on,
Florence, let’s go take a look
around, just for a bit.
FLORENCE
Oh, you’re such a geek, I thought
you said it was boring.

(CONTINUED)
 CONTINUED: (3) 53.

THE DOCTOR
Yep, it is.
FLORENCE
Can’t we go somewhere interesting?

THE DOCTOR
Naaa, come on, nothing like a bit
of Mad Max to make your interesting
holidays feel more interesting!

And they WANDER OFF...

CUT TO:

41 INT. BACKROOM - SCIENCE BUILDING -- DAY

THE CLONES all of a sudden, all AS ONE....

LOOK UP!
Cos, they can hear...

SOUND FX: The WHEEZING, GROANING of the TARDIS.

CU: OLDER FLORENCE. A small smile.
OLDER FLORENCE
But eventually, we had waited long
enough. And we were vindicated.
END OF EPISODE 5