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2012-01-23T12:57:00.000-03:30

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The Oracle

2012-01-23T12:15:00.001-03:30

When we read Rob's "The Oracle", we were immediately impressed by the fact that not only did he come up with an original plot, but he created new characters who were integral to the storyline. What was even more impressive was the way in which he utilized the component of the missing jacket! This, I am sure you will agree, is a very ingenious script! Congratulations, Rob on a job very well done!

Doctor Who
“THE ORACLE”
--Rob Dennis

INT. THE GALLERY – MAIN HALL – EVENING.
LORRAINE LABRIE – 14, American, a long way from home – stands on the stage, nervous, bottom lip quivering. Baggy clothes, shopping bags, eyes straight ahead. She's staring at THE ORACLE. An emaciated man. Withered; with grey skin, EARMUFFS, and a BLINDFOLD. Strapped upright to a bed.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
As one sense diminshes, another strengthens to take its place – and so, by shutting off all other senses, the Oracle is granted perfect sight.

A STAGE HAND comes on, dressed all in black, and starts to untie the Oracle's blindfold. Lorraine glances away, past the 1,000 faces staring at her, snatching a look through the open foyer door.

A MAN, bow tie and braces, is arguing with the receptionist.

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – FOYER – EVENING.
The RECEPTIONIST is polite, gritting a stepford smile as she deals with her difficult client.

THE DOCTOR
Well check again!

RECEPTIONIST
I'm sorry, sir, but we've checked all over.

THE DOCTOR
Is there a VIP Cloakroom? The man said, he said we've got VIP tickets, he'll just take our--

A round of applause from the next room. THE DOCTORS stares in, sees LORRAINE on stage. Their eyes meet, just briefly. Then he sees her shopping bags. He smacks himself on the head – stupid!

THE DOCTOR (CONT'D)
You don't do VIP tickets, do you?

RECEPTIONIST
I'm afraid not, sir.

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – MAIN HALL – EVENING.
The STAGE HAND unfastens THE ORACLE's blindfold. It falls to the ground, revealing PALE, WILD EYES.

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – LOBBY – EVENING.
THE DOCTOR gibbering, making connections, thinking at lightspeed –

THE DOCTOR
Course you don't! A valet wouldn't leave the girl with her bags. Which means – no! No. Unless!

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – MAIN HALL – EVENING.
THE ORACLE staring at LORRAINE; piercing, intense, mad. She shudders, and he SEES it, magnified, seismic, her whole body tremoring, tiny hairs on her arm standing to attention –

CUT TO:
INT. LORRAINE'S BEDROOM – NIGHT.
FLASHBACK – NINE-HUNDRED YEARS AGO, a BLUE BOX materialises in a teenager's bedroom, with a sound like time ripping apart –

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – MAIN HALL – EVENING.
– and it's like THE ORACLE's seeing her past, reading her like an anthology –– his eyes roll around as he flits from chapter to chapter: a freckle on her nose, a grain of pollen on her jumper, a dent in her glasses –

CUT TO:
EXT. PICCADILLY CIRCUS – DAY.
FLASHBACK – EARLIER TODAY. THE TARDIS stands in an apocalyptic wasteland – the DOCTOR
leaps out, wearing a BREATHING MASK.

THE DOCTOR
Piccadilly circus!

Behind him, LORRAINE – wearing her own breathing mask, clinging to the doorframe.

(CONTINUED)
LORRAINE
What, Piccadilly circus London?

THE DOCTOR
No Lorraine, Piccadilly circus Monaco – yes, London! December 23rd, 4065.

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – MAIN HALL – EVENING.
– and THE ORACLE speaks, croaky, each word a chore.

THE ORACLE
Your name... Lorraine... from so long ago...

LORRAINE
How are you doing that?

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
The Oracle sees – every atom a deep, dark secret.

THE ORACLE
...So old, yet so young...

THE DOCTOR (O.O.V.)
Lorraine, we're leaving!!

LORRAINE turns – THE DOCTOR's walking up the aisle, furious, approaching the stage. Still no jacket. But the Oracle's seen something. He's locked onto Lorraine. Inspecting her, seeing every atom.

CUT TO FLASHBACK – THE TARDIS HURTLES DOWN THE TIME VORTEX.
The Oracle grins, crooked, seeing the truth –

THE ORACLE
Doc... tor.

THE DOCTOR
I'm sorry?

THE ORACLE
Doc... tor!

LORRAINE
What is he –

THE ORACLE
DOCTOR!

– and the Oracle slumps! As dead. The room goes quiet.

CUT TO TITLES.
EXT. PICCADILLY CIRCUS – DAY.
AS BEFORE, THE TARDIS stands in an apocalyptic wasteland – THE DOCTOR leaps out, wearing a BREATHING MASK.

THE DOCTOR
Piccadilly circus!

Behind him, LORRAINE – wearing her own breathing mask, clinging to the doorframe.

LORRAINE
What, Piccadilly circus London?

THE DOCTOR
No Lorraine, Piccadilly circus Monaco – yes, London! December 23rd, 4065.

CUT TO:
INT. PICCADILLY CAVES – DAY.
A busy high street, full of shoppers and tourists and Christmas decorations, has been transplanted into an underground cave.

THE DOCTOR and LORRAINE fighting through the crowd – no breathing masks, Lorraine holding a shopping bag.

THE DOCTOR
All the pollution goes up, see, and rather than fix it, you just move down. An entire species, living underground.

LORRAINE
That's mad.

THE DOCTOR
More common than you might think. Small price to pay, never to worry about greenhouse gases again.

LORRAINE
Seems wrong to me.

CUT TO:
INT. PICCADILLY CAVES – SHAFTESBURY AVENUE – DAY.
LORRAINE has four shopping bags now, striding way in front.

LORRAINE
So you do this every day.

THE DOCTOR
Pretty much!

LORRAINE
And you can go anywhere you like.

THE DOCTOR
With whoever I like.

She stops. Turns around.

LORRAINE
Then why me?

THE DOCTOR
Lorraine LaBrie –

CASSANDRA (O.O.V.)
Excuse me!

They look around – a WOMAN is barging through the crowd, cutting a line towards them. She's harried, exhausted.

CASSANDRA (CONT'D)
Sorry, you don't know me – I just saw you, a few minutes ago, and I thought to myself, they look okay, and basically, would either of you be interested in going to this thing? And she holds up TWO TICKETS: “THE ORACLE, THE GALLERY, 7PM.”

CUT TO:
INT. POLICE STATION – EVENING.
D.I. MARKHAM – 51, burly, red-faced – sits behind his desk, king of his empire.

MARKHAM
And then you went to the show, someone nicked your jacket, you charged down the aisle, and the Oracle just... collapsed?

Opposite, LORRAINE and THE DOCTOR are in handcuffs.

THE DOCTOR
Basically, yes.

MARKHAM
Right. Well if you've got no ID we'll have to take your names.

LORRAINE
I'm Lorraine LaBrie, and this is the Janitor.

The Doctor's admiring her, liking her taking control.

MARKHAM
Very funny. You're not helping your defence, here.

LORRAINE
What? What's wrong with Lorraine LaBrie?

THE DOCTOR
Ah – sorry inspector, Lorraine's her nickname. This is, er, Rose. Rose LaBrie.

MARKHAM
Rose LaBrie?

LORRAINE
Rose LaBrie?

THE DOCTOR
What? Don't believe me?

MARKHAM
She doesn't seem to herself, sir.

The Doctor smiles, tries to mask his impatience.

MARKHAM (CONT'D)
What's so important about this jacket, anyway?

LORRAINE / THE DOCTOR
It's very expensive. / It's bigger on the inside.

THE DOCTOR
I mean, what Lorraine said. Claire, even! Ignore my one. That'd be silly.

Silence. Markham doesn't know what to make of him.

THE DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Very silly.

Markham closes a file.

CUT TO:
INT. POLICE STATION – CELLS – NIGHT.
THE DOOR SLAMS – THE DOCTOR and LORRAINE locked in.

THE DOCTOR
You're making a mistake!!

But nobody hears. He joins Lorraine on the bench.

LORRAINE
This is awful.

THE DOCTOR
Oh, now now! I've been in worse scrapes. Do wish I had my sonic screwdriver...

LORRAINE
No, I mean this! Everyone living underground. It's wrong!

The Doctor's mouth twitches. Secretly ecstatic.

THE DOCTOR
I see. Interesting. I don't suppose you'd have any better ideas to deal with the gases, do you?

LORRAINE
Alright, maybe not. But there must be something.

THE DOCTOR
Well keep at it.

LORRAINE
Like it'd make a difference.

THE DOCTOR
You never know! Right idea at the right –

Click!

THE DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Sorry, did you hear that?

LORRAINE
What?

THE DOCTOR
Sounded like – no, it couldn't!

He gets up, excited, runs to the cell door! Presses his ear up against it.

LORRAINE
Sounded like?!

(CONTINUED)
THE DOCTOR
Aha!

HE PRODS THE DOOR – it swings open, effortless. Lorraine scrambles up.

THE DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Tumblers. In a lock. Someone out there likes us. And they're standing in the doorway. Side by side. Free.

CUT TO:
INT. PICCADILLY CAVES – NIGHT.
Empty streets, way past closing time. Still lit up by Christmas lights. THE DOCTOR and LORRAINE stride along, galvanised, ready to attack.

THE DOCTOR
So! We're fugitives, accused of harming a beloved – if slightly creepy – local celebrity.

LORRAINE
Do we know why he went all slumpy?

THE DOCTOR
No, good point. Put that on the list. But above that, someone's nicked my jacket. Why would someone
want my jacket?

LORRAINE
Maybe they want your sonic thingy.

THE DOCTOR
Screwdriver. And no. Villengard's not running yet, they wouldn't know what they were looking at. Stupid
crime.

LORRAINE
What, you think they genuinely just fancy a jacket?

THE DOCTOR
Sounds stupid, doesn't it?

CUT TO:
INT. PICCADILLY CAVES – THE GALLERY – NIGHT.
They reach a handsome building, THE GALLERY at night. THE DOCTOR starts to inspect the building, looking for ways in.

THE DOCTOR
Oh I bet it's locked, isn't it. Why is everything always locked?

LORRAINE
I don't know, to keep burglars out perhaps?

THE DOCTOR
Like that'll work, just means you've got to buy a new window. Locks only work on well meaning snoops. And nice people who've lost their keys.

LORRAINE
He's not actually psychic, is he, the Oracle?

THE DOCTOR
What? No. Not at all. Why?

LORRAINE
How did he know all that stuff about me?

THE DOCTOR
You're not seriously worried about that are you?

LORRAINE
No.

She is.

THE DOCTOR
Cold reading. Old, old art, Oracle's just gone overboard. A decent performer can look at a subject and make a few educated guesses. The Oracle goes one further, deprives himself of all other senses to strengthen his sight – gets more visual information, better guesses – AHH!! Eureka!!

He does a little dance – he's worked it out!

LORRAINE
What? What?!

But the Doctor's in his own world. Clenches his fist, steels himself – – AND SMASHES THE WINDOW!

LORRAINE (CONT'D)
What the heck are you doing?!

An alarm goes off inside. He clambers onto the window ledge –

THE DOCTOR
The Oracle wears a blindfold!

– and drops himself in!

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – BACKSTAGE – NIGHT.
Lights out. THE ORACLE is strapped to his bed, asleep. Snoring. BLINDFOLD and EARMUFFS on. TWO SILHOUETTES enter – LORRAINE and THE DOCTOR, creeping across the floor. They speak in hushed whispers. Lorraine flicks the light on, and sees it. Draped over a GAS TANK: THE DOCTOR'S JACKET! The Doctor's already plunging his entire arm into its pocket.

LORRAINE
The Oracle stole your jacket?

THE DOCTOR
Or arranged for it.

LORRAINE
Why would he do that?

THE DOCTOR
'Cos the Oracle doesn't just see!

CU the Doctor – very smug.

CUT TO:
EXT. PICCADILLY CIRCUS – MORNING.
FLASHBACK – THE TARDIS PHASES IN.

THE DOCTOR (V.O.)
When the TARDIS lands, it makes a lot of noise. Not many people hear it, 'cos it's got a perception
filter, but the Oracle doesn't just see.

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – BACKSTAGE – MORNING.
THE ORACLE blindfolded, but alert. Not wearing earmuffs, and he can hear so many things. Conversations, footsteps – everything that's happening in a five mile radius.

THE DOCTOR (V.O.)
The Oracle mutes a sense to enhance his others – so what's he enhancing when he's got his blindfold on?
The Oracle hears something, locks in on it:

THE GRINDING OF ANCIENT ENGINES!
THE DOCTOR (V.O.)
Piccadilly Circus!

The Oracle grins.

LORRAINE (V.O.)
He heard the TARDIS?

CUT TO:
INT. THE GALLERY – BACKSTAGE – NIGHT.
THE DOCTOR still rummaging, ALARM still sounding –

THE DOCTOR
Well! He heard time ripping apart. Probably wouldn't know it as a TARDIS, but he's a cold reader. Filling in the blanks is kind of his thing.

LORRAINE
So what, the jacket was just a ransom?

THE DOCTOR
Presumably! Which will be why it's connected to this.

He takes his hand out of the pocket. Starts to inspect the GAS TANK.

LORRAINE
What is it?

THE DOCTOR
Bad, bad news. Gas tank. Connected, I'd wager, to the Earth's mantle. And it's fit to burst. Take off the jacket, and the gases vent into the room. We'll be killed.

LORRAINE
Is there nothing we can do?

THE DOCTOR
Not without the sonic screwdriver. Which isn't in the pockets.

LORRAINE
Why not?

THE DOCTOR
I don't know!!

He steps back, stressed, looking at the gas tank, trying to improvise a solution.

THE DOCTOR (CONT'D)
He must've taken it out. He's a forward planner. Had a hunch we might make it this far. Aggh!

He kicks the wall, head spinning! But then, stops. Looks at Lorraine. Like he's willing her on.

LORRAINE
It's either die, or leave it behind?

THE DOCTOR
We can't get back to the TARDIS without the sonic screwdriver. No ID, can't reach the surface. It's either die now, or get imprisoned for identity fraud. Unless you've got an idea.

And it's obvious. He's got an idea. But he's pretending not to. Wants her to work it out herself. So she looks at the gas tank, thinks, tries to work out what it is she's missed. And then, it hits. She speaks slowly. Revelation.

LORRAINE
Greenhouse gases. It's not right.

THE DOCTOR
I'm sorry?

LORRAINE
You say that tank's connected to the earth's mantle, yes?

THE DOCTOR
Well, yes, but –

LORRAINE
Well, that means the gases can escape one of two ways.

THE DOCTOR
Noooo, 'cause it's got to vent upwards.

LORRAINE
Or – downwards! That's the solution!

THE DOCTOR
I don't follow.

He's grinning. He follows, really. But she indulges him.

LORRAINE
If we can vent the gases down, everyone above will be spared!

THE DOCTOR
No, but gases rise. That'll take a lot more energy than letting it escape.

LORRAINE
Price worth paying, to stay alive.

THE DOCTOR
By jove, I think you've got it.

And so he runs over to the gas tank. PRESSING BUTTONS, TWISTING DIALS, making it look so easy. Fssssst! The GAS TANK disengages – the gases siphoning down into the ground. Lorraine smiles. Proud. Inspired.

THE DOCTOR (CONT'D)
There – empty! Which means...

He takes his JACKET off the GAS TANK, puts it on. Whole again.

THE DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Okay, I need you to head back into Piccadilly. Don't worry, I'll be with you in a sec – just need to...finish something up.

She nods, and darts out of the room. The Doctor waits for her to leave, then takes his SONIC SCREWDRIVER out of his TROUSER pocket. He presses a button – the ALARM stops. Then, from another pocket, takes out a £50 note. He slips it into the ORACLE's pocket.

THE DOCTOR
Cheers, mate. You've just rewritten history in your sleep.

And he DARTS OUT, full speed.

CUT TO:
INT. PICCADILLY CAVES – NIGHT.
THE DOCTOR and LORRAINE holding hands, running through the empty streets. They pass a FOUNTAIN, but they're dashing, hectic, too fast to read the inscription. “DONATED BY PRESIDENT LORRAINE LABRIE: MARCH 16th 3177.”

CUT TO:
EXT. PICCADILLY CIRCUS – NIGHT.
THE TARDIS stands in the middle of a VERDANT MEADOW. THE DOCTOR unlocks the door, LORRAINE behind.

LORRAINE
What happened here? This was toxic! I had a breathing mask and everything.

THE DOCTOR
But then you had an idea.

LORRAINE
Excuse me?

THE DOCTOR
The right idea at the right time can make all the difference. And if someone had thought to vent the gases downwards as early as 900 years ago...

LORRAINE
Oh my god. So this is all –

The Doctor walks into the TARDIS.

THE DOCTOR
Your ride awaits, Miss President.

CUT TO:
INT. LORRAINE'S BEDROOM – NIGHT.
LORRAINE's fast asleep in bed – dead to the world. Can't see or hear the TARDIS, dematerialising.

LORRAINE (V.O.)
When I woke up the next morning, I knew the Doctor was real. I told my mom, my brother about my adventure. They didn't believe me, thought it was just a stupid dream, but I knew I was right.

CUT TO:
EXT. LORRAINE'S HOUSE – NIGHT.
A lonely house in the middle of the countryside – midwinter, it's all but snowed under.

LORRAINE (V.O.)
As the years wore on, though, I began to lose my faith. Stopped believing in the Doctor. He just became one of those silly imaginary friends, like you have when you're young. But I never lost my faith in myself.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE - DAY.
LORRAINE, now 54, addresses the nation. Her inaugural speech.

LORRAINE (CONT'D)
Dreams matter. The right idea at the right time can change entire civilisations, and just 'cause something never happened, doesn't mean that it never will.

She looks down at her script, then into the audience. A thousand Americans, holding onto her every word.

Then, she glitches. Notices someone. At the back, a MAN. Curious looking, dressed in a jacket and
bow tie. He waves. No. It can't be. She clears her throat, shuffles her papers. And smiles.

END CREDITS.

The Wednesday Uplink: Doodles

2012-01-18T23:54:00.001-03:30

>RUN DIRECTORY PROTOCOL: INSI.DIR 2.x
>INITIALIZING CONNECTION...
>USERNAME: eon
>PASSWORD: ********
>WELCOME 

There is scurrying about at AbbyShot at present. Items are not where they're suppose to be and the Pantone textile book is being opened and closed with alarming speed. I've been seeing a lot of silvery brown bits of threads and grey and red paint chips. There are more than the usual number of doodled designs in the garbage. I can't quite make out what it is suppose to be, but there are various versions of it strewn about the office. I can't find any sort of finalize d version, however, and I haven't yet figured out what it's part of.

I do know that there is talk of more Doctor Who products, but I am not sure if this fits. There was talk of potential new hoodies this year as well, but how would a doodle work on those? I am stumped. Any light you can shed would be great. 

In the meantime, I'll continue sleuthing and see what I can find out. Feel free to share your thoughts with me in an email, or post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page.

Until next time,

Yours,

Eon

THE DOCTOR'S JACKET--Written by Josh Winton

2012-01-18T14:10:00.006-03:30

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

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2012-01-17T15:45:00.000-03:30

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>INITIALIZING CONNECTION...
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Aha! I suspected something along this line when I got that partial snap last year. It seems as if the Design Team at AbbyShot HQ have created an awesome leather armband. The buckles are reminiscent of the Jenova, although it doesn't quite seem to suit Sephiroth's taste. I am thinking that perhaps there is another reason for the armband. Dante's Coat was paired with the Dante Shooting Gloves. (Oh, BTW, did you notice that the price of the Dante Pleather Coat has dropped by $50.00?!!) The Eleventh Doctor's Jacket is paired quite nicely with the Eleventh Doctor's Bow Tie. And so, I sense that perhaps this random accessory might indeed be paired with something as well... something cool and oh so coveted by many. Just what that "something" is, I am not sure. What do YOU think it might be? Please feel free to share your thoughts with me in an email, or post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page.

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Christmas Contest Winning Script

2011-12-31T02:34:00.002-03:30

Hello, fellow Whovians. Below you will find our winner of choice for our 2011 Christmas Contest. As we have mentioned, it was a brutal decision for so many writers were so deserving, as you will see in weeks to come. Pete's script kept Christmas and the missing Eleventh Doctor's Jacket as constants. His nemesis was strong and great fun in a timey-wimey way. All elements worked well together to create a memorable script. Parallels with past episodes may also be made, so sit back and enjoy your adventure with Pete Bottomley's Last Minute Shopping.

Last MinuteShopping

Pete Bottomley

1. EXT. TOWN –NIGHT

As with all magical Christmas tales, we open on abeautiful deep-blue sky, scattered with grey clouds like some gloomy TimBurton-esque patchwork quilt.

It’s Christmas Eve. And it’s snowing. Iridescentflakes of crystal white flutter down through the darkness, swirling in gracefularcs as they’re caught effortlessly by a night breeze.

And we hold on one, tracing its elegant descent. Down,down through lower clouds bringing into focus a TOWN CENTRE. Simple, modern – pinpricks of Christmaslights breaking through the dull burnt orange of streetlamps. And yet it looks odd. Almost artificial. Like a nuclear weapons testing site from the50s. Over this, soft and measured:

THE DOCTOR(V/O)

Down there on Earth, this is howthey celebrate Christmas.

The centre is surprisingly deserted, the snow falling notyet heavy enough to settle. The Pogues’ Fairytale of New York can be heard inthe distance, haunting and wonderful at the same time.

THE DOCTOR (V/OCONT)

Every year, always thesame. Oh, the lights and decorations getbetter and the songs get worse. Butnothing changes... Not really...

And we’re moving with the snowflake, as it’s lifted andpropelled up higher once more, over the lights and shops. It once more joinsits brothers and sisters over the rooftops, but we stay with it as it traceswhispering trails above streets and lanes

THE DOCTOR (V/OCONT)

Every Christmas. Every year.They celebrate.

It shifts and dances higher on the breeze, leaving thegreys of the strange, modern town-life behind, stretching fields of greenshaded a night blue falling in its wake and still it keeps rising, defyinggravity, until the molten orange and gold of the night sky becomes darker andquieter.

THE DOCTOR (V/OCONT)

But not me...

Up and up it journeys until it’s lost against thecurtain of stars, seeming to become one.

And suddenly the festive sound from below has gone. It’sserene. And oh-so beautiful. A silentnight.

And now we’repulling back, slowly and steadily, and suddenly the scene of stars and deepnight sky ripples, like a finger tracing through water as we’re drawn back further,moving through the shimmering ripple, back through gleaming glass –

2. INT. QUERCUSIANFLIGHT DECK – NIGHT

– revealing that the entire snowy town is in actual factwithin a SNOW GLOBE held out by THE DOCTOR.

THE DOCTOR

....because I’m here!

And we’re sweeping up and out, to expose a colossal,majestic cathedral of a flight deck that makes up the core of the Quercusianspaceship. Its walls stretch upimpossibly into a high domed roof that throws a blanket of shadow over theoccupants below.

The scene is rendered even more unfeasible by the simplefact everything is made of WOOD! Dark, twisted and knotted, what it lacks inelegance it makes up in size and spectacle. Pockets of flames are jutted through the many tiers, revealed to bepiles of coal fuelling the juddering roar of the ship’s engines.

And strangely, against everything natural, it looks Christmassy! Like the wooden huts, smells and colours of aGerman market, it seems perfectly at home amidst the December season.

Until we see the QUERCUSIAN ELDER. He is HUGE, a twisting, spidering curl ofknotted wood – humanoid but built like a Strider from War of the Worlds he towers and fills the open space of thecontrol room easily. Burnt-black joints are woven with unpleasantmoss-like manure, and like an Ent, his features are crudely constructed fromthe bark of his “skin”, however, unlike an Ent, they are gnarled and cruel.

And then, so, so far below in the bowels of the flight deck,we CUT-ZOOM back to the Doctor. So small against the looming shadow of theElder, but so mighty despite his foppish hair, skew-whiff bow tie and greencoat.

If there was music, it would undoubtedly be I’m The Doctor well into the stringsection.

He twirls flamboyantly, taking in the size of the flightdeck, snow globe sketching the air as he animatedly rolls his free hand.

THE DOCTOR

But like Christmas, I’m worththe wait. Because that’s the point. Thatlot down there! They’ve earned that!Every. Single. One. Including the naughty ones! They’ve earnedtheir presents. They’ve earned theirturkey, their nut roast, their last-minute Kentucky Fried Chicken. They’veearned their Christmas.

And suddenly, the innocent snow globe seems a lot morethreatening than it did. And the Doctor’s so quiet now, the anger simmeringbeneath the calm

THE DOCTOR

Tell me what you’ve earned thisyear, Your Highness...

And now the QUERCUSIAN ELDER is speaking. And yet not. It’s just a dry, rotting clickof creaking wood and howling wind – like a dozen breezes are blowing through adozen dead trees on a winter night. Thankfully it’s SUBTITLED.

QUERCUSIANELDER

“You tell me, Man OfMedicine. Tell me how you intend tobring the great Quercusian Forestry to its roots. I have heard your words andwitnessed your disapproval... but you are just one tiny man. So speak and enlighten me as to what possibleclaim you have over the Earth.”

THE DOCTOR

No claim. Here to help – read the badge!

And he’s proudly displaying his Closing Time badge, still pinned to his braces.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

And I’m sorry but time’s up ...because is it me, or is getting a bit chilly in here?

The low creak and snap as the Elder’s strangebow-like-brow arches, watching as the Doctor, with his free hand, pulls out ared Santa hat, drawing it over and down his ridiculous fringe.

And suddenly – miraculously! – a beautiful, crystallinesnowflake is forming high above in the liberty of the domed roof. It holds for a minute, before slowly,delicately, fluttering down.

So simple.

So beautiful.

And yet the Elder is terrified, the clicks andrattle of wind fast, anxious and frantic.

QUERCUSIANELDER

“What have you done?!”

And the Doctor’s fiercely calm as he pulls out animpossibly long Fourth Doctor scarf that should never have been able to fit into his narrow coat pocket.

THE DOCTOR

Well, you could say I exposedyour quantum temporal engines to a foreign bionetwork of... ah... self-inducingice particles held together within a containment field... Or...

Triumph now as he wraps the scarf around his neck,holding up the snow globe.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

I’ve made it snow inside aspaceship!

(A wonderfulgrin)

Right! Well, I think that’s medone. Because in about 34 seconds – oh –?

(Checks hiswatch)

32 seconds – your command deck’sgoing to become a Winter Wonderland. AndI doubt you want me to be here when that happens. In fact, I doubt you want to be here when that happens. I’d offer you a lift to the nearest nebula,but to be honest, I don’t think you’ll all fit into my pokey little ship!

And now it’s snowing heavily, thousands of flakesbearding the Quercusian controls, frosting the uneven flooring, and the Elderis quivering with unspoken rage, the snow clumping over his spindly arms. But the Doctor’s already talking again:

THE DOCTOR

But don’t worry. Really. Don’tpanic. Because it’s all reversible. Assoon as you hit a neighbouring planet’s atmosphere you’ll defrost. Or your engines will reignite uponre-entry. Just in time for Christmas.

(Beat)

Next Christmas... Possibly theyear after...

(Beat)

I’m actually not too sure on mydates to be honest. Maybe worth gettingyour coats now. Oh, and by the way –

And suddenly, with frightening speed, he hurls the snowglobe high into the domed room.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

– Season’s Greetings!

And like a gunshot, it shatters mid-air and the world isa blizzard – a tornado of virgin white snow engulfing the Elder and the room aswe –

CUT TO:

3. INT.CORRIDOR – NIGHT

THE DOCTOR, pounding down a hooked and claustrophobiclooking corridor, snow spattering underfoot in sprays of white, green coatbillowing.

And everything SLOOOOWS DOWN, a classic slow-mo as thebackdrop of fading corridor is broken by falling snow. It’s beautiful, magicaland heroic all at the same time, It’sBeginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas playing behind the action.

Winding, tumbling, twisting, the corridor snakes onendlessly as the Doctor belts down it, until we see...

...the TARDIS. Strong. Ridiculous. It’s cobalt blue sheathed in heavy white. And we follow the Doctor as –

– WHAP!! –

– he stumbles, falls and the Christmas music is stolenaway, the danger real again as he turns to see:

A QUERCUSIAN CREATURE, weak and yet monstrous as itsgrotesque head lifts up from the floor of snow, like it’s part of the ship, thewhole ground turning against the Time Lord.

And we now see what he sees, its hooked and clawedroot-like fingers snaked around his ankle –

– and it tugs him back a foot or so, deeper into the winteryabyss behind.

Snow falls hard against the Doctor, relentless andunforgiving, making it harder for him to struggle.

And suddenly a dry pop and crack pierces the air, as asheen of glass-like ice begins to frost over the root fingers, the deep black-greenbecoming sparkling and frozen, until finally the whole finger SHATTERS, icefragments splintering into a billion pieces –

– and the Doctor’s free! Scrambling, fighting againstthe deluge of snow, he stands and practically hurls himself into the TARDISdoors, his shivering fingers struggling with the key, until it painstakinglyFINALLY opens and he falls inside.

CUT TO:

4. EXT. SPACE –NIGHT

The wheezing, groaning VWORP!-VWORP! of the ancientTARDIS can be heard off screen as we see the QUERCUSIAN SPACESHIP – like awithered cluster of spiders – slowly freeze over, jagged blades of icerupturing up and out like bizarre growths.

A second more, and then silence as the iceberg-likevessels hangs in space, floating eerily like some strange frozen star...

And then:

THE DOCTOR(O/S)

It wasn’t a distraction!

CUT TO:

5. INT. TARDIS– NIGHT

THE DOCTOR, pacing around the rising and falling timerotor, the long cable from the TARDIS phone struggling to follow (and stretch). He’s in his shirtsleeves now.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

I just... ah... happened to bein that part of the Gamma Quadrant on route.

(Pause as thecaller speaks. Then, slightly indignant)

Well, I happened to fly theTARDIS into that particular wormhole in the Rainbow Cluster near the GammaQuadrant ...

(Another pause,listening)

...no, you and I both know Jackdidn’t even buy that house, let alonebuild it!

He moves around the console, vaguely flipping switchesand twisting dials, listening.

THE DOCTOR

Of course I’m not scared! If I hadn’t ... er... happened to be in theGamma Quadrant when that Quercusian Ship left Abstract Space, I would neverhave tracked it back to Earth and prevented them from colonising an innocentplanet! Like I said, wasn’t adistraction. More of ...ah... diversion. Like a road-closure except with more tree alien thingies. Like a tree alien thingy fell on a roadclosure. Really you should be thanking me.

(Listens)

Okay. First – rude. Second – of course I have it.

He words belie his actions though as he franticallyskitters down the steps towards the coat stand near the doors. Frantically hescrambles into the tweed jacket hung up, until finally he brandishes a littletoo loudly, a small crumpled piece of paper that’s seen better days.

THE DOCTOR

Right here! In my pocket where...

(Hisvoice cracks, confidence gone as he finishes grudgingly)

“...you moved it so I wouldn’tforget it after the last time I forgot it”. Shut up!

He bounds up the steps again, hands skimming thekeyboard like an expert Wurlitzer, listening, but not really listening as hebegins to pump a flimsy looking piston.

THE DOCTOR

So this is me. Back on the yellow brick road. Armed with quite possibly the most important document since theMagna Carta or the eighth Harry Potter book!

Flooring the Atom Accelerator!

With flourish, he spins the strange contraption

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

Buffering the ReferentialDifferencer!

Pinballs zing and ding! around a section of the consoleat the Doctor’s sharp turn of a dial.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

And releasing the DriftCompensators!

A big triumphant grin as he slams down the final switch.A pause, the caller saying something and then the Doctor’s INSTANTLY knockingthe switch back off again.

THE DOCTOR (Caughtout)

That’s what I said!

Leaning across and twisting a chunky looking device

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

Releasing the Automatic DriftControl! Came out as Drift Compensators. That, or it’s a bad line. Whichever one seems more plausible... aaaaand– !

And the TARDIS lurches into gear, the time rotorbreathing into life as the wheezing engines murmur powerfully.

VWORP!-VWORP!-WHUMP!!

And they’ve landed. And all that can be heard is the strange ethereal melodies of theTARDIS.

And now the Doctor’s quiet as he rests against thecontrols, suddenly looking all 900-odd years, the weight of the universebearing down on him.

THE DOCTOR

Just remember I’m doing thisyou. For all of you. But trust me, I’ve been on board ruined Daleksaucers, been surrounded by quantum-locked assassins and even been in a carwith Pond at the wheel...

Big breath, ready but never fully ready.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

There’s nothing left in thisuniverse that fazes me.

He slowly places the phone down onto the receiver with adulcet click, and strides down towards the double doors. Shouldering into hisjacket he takes one final look at the list, before tucking it into his insidepocket.

A second big breath, the Doctor turns his head backtowards the impassive time rotor, and in a quiet voice, addresses the TARDIS:

THE DOCTOR

Do you think she believed me,old girl?

Silence.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

No. Me neither.

And he pulls open the TARDIS door, stepping straight outinto:

6. EXT.SUPERMARKET CAR PARK – NIGHT 1900

An everyday supermarket car park.

Big – not quite the scale of Quercusian ship – but therain-slicked lots stretch well into the night. Stadium-esque floodlightsilluminate hundreds of parked cars, trolley bays and shoppers wrapped up tightagainst the cold.

And as we rise up over the car park we see thesupermarket itself – sprawling, modern, huge flamboyant festive-red lettersspelling out J. Smith’s (Love afanboy reference!).

And for once, the TARDIS is dwarfed by the sheer ordinarinessof it all. Even stationed miraculouslyin a car space, the Salvation Army Brass Band playing pay no heed, the passingshoppers chatting amongst themselves ignorant to it...

...it’s as if the Chameleon Circuit is actuallyfunctioning!

And we’re back on THE DOCTOR at the TARDIS door, hisface a mixture of trepidation and childlike giddiness.

THE DOCTOR

Geronimo ho ho...

And we crash into:

OPENINGCREDITS!

7. EXT. SUPERMARKETCAR PARK – NIGHT 1901

We track low and fast to a pair of steel toe-cappedleather boots as they purposefully break through mushed brown snow. Panning up, we see the owner is BILL, 59,grizzled and set in his ways – the kind of man who’d look more at home in thebowels of a Navy ship.

His luminous jacket however, reveals the J. Smith’s insignia; he is actually anemployee – or more specifically, a trolley attendant.

As we sweep along with him, in the b/g we can see THEDOCTOR pulling the TARDIS door shut. He turns, and catches BILL, all smiles andarms.

THE DOCTOR

Yes, yes. I know. Impossible!Bonkers! And just the teensiest, tiniest bit exciting! But don’t worry, it’ssupposed to do that. Just think of it as a Christmas Miracle!

BILL

You still can’t park there, lad.Parent and child only.

On the Doctor, startled – he wasn’t expecting that!

THE DOCTOR(Sheepish)

Oh. Right. Okay. I’ll ... ah...re-park it.

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8. INT.SUPERMARKET FOYER – NIGHT 1910

A bustling, chaotic beehive of shoppers. Everywhere is draped in a plethora of festivedecor – tinsel entwined around self-checkouts, deep-green garlands dangling inmajestic crescents and every staff member has been (forcibly or otherwise)garbed in Santa and elf hats or for the more unfortunate, reindeer antlers.

I Believe InFather Christmas by Greg Lake pipes through, only addingto the Winter Wonderland effect as THE DOCTOR – a little lost, out of hisdepth, but LOVING IT – ponders through a makeshift corridor of Christmas Trees– some flecked in star-like lights, gold and red baubles speckling the pineneedles.

A padded cheaply-suited SANTA is cheerily ringing a bell– very New York city.

On the Doctor – delighted!

THE DOCTOR

Geoff!!

He takes the Santa’s hand (still holding the bell) and pumpsit excitedly, bell gonging loudly.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

Good work! I almost thought itwas him! Although, I think he backcombs the ol’ beard these days! But oh, I love a cosplayer!

He leans in, the Santa bewildered, but going with it.

THE DOCTOR(WHISPERING)

People actually think he’s aTime Lord y’know when in actual fact westole the technology from him!

The Doctor tapshis nose knowingly, and snaps his fingers into a friendly Fonz-style point andturns away – Santa left a little dazed, before finding his composure, shoutingafter him:

SANTA

Wasn’t funny the FIRST time!

And now we sweep up to really showcase the size andscale of J. Smith’s; labyrinth-likeaisles and displays seeming to stretch into eternity. People EVERYWHERE, barging, bustling,jostling for last minute bargains.

The Doctor, taking everything in.

THE DOCTOR

Christmas shopping ... here Icome.

JUMP CUT TO:

9. INT. FRUIT‘N’ VEG AISLE – NIGHT 1915

On KELLI, dirty-blonde, young and a bit a gobby – allattitude and chewing gum. She looks less than impressed with her elf hat, andeven less than impressed with THE DOCTOR.

KELLI

You wan’ what?

THE DOCTOR(Reading from the list)

Mistletoe apparently.

KELLI

We don’t sell mistletoe I’m ‘fraidsir.

THE DOCTOR.

Ah. Not to worry

(reads thenamebadge)

“Kelli with an ‘i’ except it’snot, it’s a smiley face”, I’ll just make do with asparagus. Still green andwill probably taste the same if we’re all honest.

Kelli – confused, just opens and closes her mouth as theDoctor air-kisses her.

CUT TO:

SLAM! CU on a bunch of asparaguses being thrown into atrolley.

JUMP CUT TO:

10. INT. BAKERYCOUNTER – NIGHT 1920

BABS, a jolly, rosy-cheeked woman, all smiles and goodcheer with an inviting West Country accent only adding to her charm. Behind afresh bakery counter.

BABS (Takenaback)

A Christmas Pudding, my love?

THE DOCTOR – flamboyant of gestures and loud of voice ashe waves the crumpled list.

THE DOCTOR

The biggest you can grow, Babs –can I call you Babs? Say I can, Babs!

BABS

Er yeah...? And you’ll probably findthem in the cake aisle, dearie.

THE DOCTOR

Ahhh. The cake aisle! Makessense! I remember walking through the cake aisle earlier and thinking “I bet ifBabs can’t grow me a Christmas Pud, it’ll be in the cake aisle. The aisle of cakes.”

Confident smile and he spins on his heel. A pause. Thenspins back.

THE DOCTOR

Where is the cake aisle?

CUT TO:

SLAM! CU on a ridiculously extra large Christmas Puddingbeing thrown into the trolley.

JUMP CUT TO:

11. INT.BISCUIT AISLE – NIGHT 1930

PAUL, gawky, bespectacled teen, his face a mask ofdisbelief.

PAUL

You want how many packs?

THE DOCTOR

Twelve hundred and fifty six. Nofifty-five. Don’t want to be greedy.

PAUL

I think we only have the forty.

THE DOCTOR

Close enough. And besides, theyweren’t even on the list anyway! But shhh!

He places a finger to his lips.

Paul, dazed, mimics the action.

CUT TO:

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! CU of forty packs of Jammie Dodgers landing in the trolley

JUMP CUT TO:

12. INT. CEREALAISLE – 1935

THE DOCTOR, in his element as he guides the trolley downa surprisingly empty aisle.

CU as he ticks off a few more items on the list with asmall pen and tucks both into his lapel pocket.

THE DOCTOR

Just a few more items left.Easy. Christmas Shopping – like quantum physics except less quantum-y.

He reaches the end of the aisle, and is about to roundthe corner –

– when ANOTHER DOCTOR slams into him, frantic, out ofbreath and JACKETLESS!! The same Doctor, just minus the jacket and trolley – aFUTURE DOCTOR.

THE FUTURE DOCTOR

Forty-two!

On the current Doctor, shocked but taking it in.

THE DOCTOR

Meaning of life? Number of goesit took me to crack sky-diving and metaphysical verse...

(Beat)

...at the same time?

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

Forty-two aisles! All filledwith...

His hand dances, as he finishes, almost disapprovingly

THE FUTUREDOCTOR (CONT)

...shoppers!

THE DOCTOR

You noticed too?

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

But I found you! Listen, notmuch time, but I need your jacket!

THE DOCTOR

You need my what?

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

Your jacket... My jacket... Our jacket,technically. Don’t worry, you’ll get itback. You are getting it back.

The Doctor, a little confused, but removing his jacketnevertheless. It doesn’t make sense...

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

Wibbley-wobbley... Christmastimey-wimey...

Ah, NOW it makes sense – the Doctor hands the FutureDoctor the tweed jacket. And the Future Doctor’s running again, back the way hecame, out of sight.

On the Doctor – smiling, like it’s an added treat.

THE DOCTOR

Ah. Always nice to catch up withyourself.

Then suddenly it hits him. He smacks down his shirt andjeans pockets, empty – THE LIST! The list he JUST put in the jacket pocket notthirty seconds ago! Pushing the trolley aside he tears after the Future Doctor,tumbling out into the centre aisle.

Sweep left – nothing.

Sweep back right – nothing.

He’s gone.

On the Doctor again, his world collapsing before hisvery eyes.

THE DOCTOR

Okaaaay. Little bit trickier nowthan quantum physics.

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13. INT. HOMESECTION – NIGHT 1937

PAULA, 60s, short of both height and patience, armsfolded as she listens to THE DOCTOR, who’s less giddy, more twitchy.

THE DOCTOR

Stuffing! Like in cushionsexcept in a turkey... which is sort of like a cushion, but more with the fleshand skin... ah... thing.

PAULA

Are you trying to be funny?

THE DOCTOR

Not intentionally.

PAULA(Venomously polite)

Aisle twenty-five, sir. And nexttime you want to play silly beggars, choose any night except Christmas Eve.

On the Doctor, shamed.

CUT TO:

CU – A bag of stuffing landing in the trolley.

JUMP CUT TO:

14. INT. FROZENFOOD AISLE – NIGHT 1945

ALAN, balding with a thick moustache and an irritatedexpression.

ALAN

Tell me you’re joking?

THE DOCTOR

Not intentionally.

ALAN

Are you seriously asking me on tonight of ALL nights, whether we have anyturkeys left?

THE DOCTOR

If I say yes, will you shoutmore but eventually strike lucky and find one

ALAN

Yes.

THE DOCTOR (Nervously)

Then... yes...?

Leans into air kiss him, but thinks better of it asAlan’s eyebrow arches dangerously.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

Possibly not.

CUT TO:

CU of a slightly battered looking frozen turkey – small,but still a turkey, a MASSIVE reduced sticker slapped across it – slamming intothe trolley.

JUMP CUT TO:

15. INT. JAM& SPREADS AISLE – NIGHT 2005

We join THE DOCTOR and KIRSTY, late forties, weary, likeshe’s been at this for hours:

KIRSTY

So, “like chestnuts, butdifferent to chestnuts, but definitely not hazel, walnut, brazil, peanut or‘Peladon Nut’?”

THE DOCTOR

Yes! Twenty-second time’s acharm. Althoooough... maybe it waschestnuts on the list?

On Kirsty, folding her lips to contain the seething anger.

CUT TO:

CU – a bag of chestnuts thrown into the trolley.

JUMP CUT TO:

16. INT.TOILETRY AISLE – NIGHT 2020

THE DOCTOR, slightly exhausted, but his trolley’s fullas he pushes it along, head lolling not really looking as he –

- slams headlong into THE FUTURE DOCTOR, still in thetweed jacket, even MORE frantic and out of breath than before.

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

Last time, I promise! Finishedthe shopping?

THE DOCTOR

Yes. Everything on the list I can remember exceptbaubles. Turns out you canmispronounce it according to the very angry lady in the Christmas aisle.

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

Good! Well not good! But goodabout the rest of the shopping. Gladit’s done... as I’m going to have to steal it.

THE DOCTOR

You’re going to have to whatnow?

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

Steal it. Or technically re-steal it but from your perspective,steal it.

THE DOCTOR (NOTIMPRESSED)

Tell me you’re joking...

THE FUTUREDOCTOR

Not intentionally.

And then he’s moving, fast, faster than the currentDoctor, seizing the trolley and dashing off with it, wheels skidding.

And the Doctor’s chasing after himself, but not fastenough, as the Future Doctor nips down an aisle and is gone!

Hold on the Doctor, pursed lips, quietly fuming.

JUMP CUT TO:

17. INT. FRUIT‘N’ VEG AISLE – NIGHT 2035

KELLI, still unimpressed, handing THE DOCTOR a bunch of asparagus.

CUT TO:

CU – SLAM! Asparagus back in the trolley!

JUMP CUT TO:

18. INT. CAKEAISLE – NIGHT 2040

We find THE DOCTOR from behind two shelves, leaning down,disappointment etched over his features as he removes...

CUT TO:

CU – the SMALLEST Christmas Pudding ever beingcarelessly dropped into the trolley.

JUMP CUT TO:

19. INT.BISCUIT AISLE – NIGHT 2045

PAUL, astonished, incredulous.

PAUL

How can you lose forty Jammie Dodgers?!

CUT TO:

CU – a solitary, lonely pack landing in the trolley.

CUT TO:

CU – a bag of stuffing hits the trolley interior

JUMP CUT TO:

20. INT. FROZENFOOD AISLE – NIGHT 2048

ALAN, his face boiling with rage as THE DOCTOR sadlytrudges away, a turkey clearly not available on tonight of all nights.

JUMP CUT TO:

21. INT. JAM& SPREADS AISLE – NIGHT 2050

And KIRSTY’S walking very fast away from THE DOCTOR,trying to pretend she’s not seen him... such is her anxiety, she actuallybreaks into a run.

CUT TO:

CU – About twenty packs of different nuts are throwninto the trolley.

STAR WARS-STYLECUT TO:

22. INT.CHECK-OUTS – NIGHT 2055

THE DOCTOR, so tired, so broken, but relieved as hequeues behind a plump lady at a check-out as she pays.

Without enthusiasm or triumph, the Doctor moves histrolley forward to meet RACHEL, young, brunette and polite.

RACHEL

Hello again! Looks like youmanaged to get all your last minute shopping, sir! And not a moment too soon –we close early tonight. Worse time to forget your wallet.

And she laughs, expecting him to join in.

And we FAST ZOOM on the Doctor, in horror!!

THE DOCTOR

My jacket...

RACHEL

You’ve lost your jacket? Where did you last have it?

And then it clicks. Like a light-switch, something justclicks inside the Doctor’s head. And now he’s gabbling, hands gyrating, nolonger listening.

THE DOCTOR

Yes, yes, yes!! Of course!Wibbley-wobbley...

(To Rachel)

“Rachel with an ‘e’ and an ‘l’”,I’ll be right back. Literally back butI’ll also be back! Here I mean!

RACHEL

Okay, sir. I’ll keep hold of your shopping– but you’llhave to be quick, you’ve not got a lot of time.

The Doctor – big smile.

THE DOCTOR

Rule 408 - time is not the bossof me.

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23. INT. TARDIS– NIGHT

THE DOCTOR, dancing, spinning, shifting around theconsole, his fingers skimming keyboards, cranking leavers and twistingdials. The room tipping and lurching dueto the ferocity of the flight.

And WHOOMPH! And the Doctor’s moving, the time rotorbarely stable, pacing down the steps and through the doors into:

24. EXT.SUPERMARKET CAR PARK – NIGHT 1920

The car park. But earlier, and THE DOCTOR’S running,legs bandy, arms flailing in his haste –

- and suddenly grizzled, set in his ways BILL is there,hand raised.

BILL

Whoa, whoa sonny – you can’tpark there! Parent and child only.

The Doctor, so helpless, lips tightly shut, a fingerhovering, ready to unleash the Oncoming Storm, before, finally...

THE DOCTOR

Fine! I’ll move it!

CUT TO:

25. INT. TARDIS– NIGHT 1926

WHOOMPH!

TARDIS landed once more, THE DOCTOR bounding through thedoors.

CUT TO:

26. INT.SUPERMARKET FOYER – NIGHT 1927

We track with THE DOCTOR as he runs through into themaelstrom of SHOPPERS, allowing just enough time as he passes thecheaply-dressed SANTA again to shout:

THE DOCTOR

Still love the cosplay!!

SANTA (NOTGETTING IT)

What...?

But the Doctor’s gone as ...

FAST CUT TO:

27. INT. FRUIT& VEG AISLE – NIGHT 1930

THE DOCTOR, spinning frantically on his back heel, eyesdarting – nothing.

FAST CUT TO:

28. INT. FROZNFOD AISE – NIGHT 1933

Again, THE DOCTOR, lost and desperate and he runs to astop, head twisting and twitching anxiously.

Nothing. No one.

FAST CUT TO:

29. INT. CENTREAISLE – NIGHT 1934

And he’s moving swiftly through the shoppers, head snappingleft and right.

Still nothing.

And now THE DOCTOR’S really worried, his face falling,defeated until in the distance but close, and oh-so recognisable...

THE PAST DOCTOR(O/S)

Just a few more items left.Easy. Christmas Shopping – like quantum physics except less quantum-y.

And the current Doctor spins and runs in the directionof the voice, rounding the corner of –

30. INT. CEREALAISLE – NIGHT 1935

– and SLAMS into THE DOCTOR from Sc 12, the earlierDoctor, the now PAST DOCTOR, wearing the JACKET, pushing a half-filled trolleyas from before!!

THE DOCTOR

Forty-two!

On the Past Doctor, shocked but taking it in.

THE PAST DOCTOR

Meaning of life? Number of goesit took me to crack sky-diving and metaphysical verse...

(Beat)

...at the same time?

THE DOCTOR

Forty-two aisles! All filled with...

His hand dances, as he finishes, disapprovingly

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

...shoppers!

THE PAST DOCTOR

You noticed too?

THE DOCTOR

But I found you! Listen, notmuch time, but I need your jacket!

THE PAST DOCTOR

You need my what?

THE DOCTOR

Your jacket... My jacket... Our jacket,technically. Don’t worry, you’ll get itback. You are getting it back.

And now that line makes SO much more sense!

But the Past Doctor is still so confused, but removeshis jacket nevertheless. It doesn’t make sense to him...

THE DOCTOR

Wibbley-wobbley... Christmastimey-wimey...

Ah, and NOW it makes sense – the Past Doctor hands theDoctor the tweed jacket. And the Doctor’s running again, back the way he came, beltingdown the CENTRE AISLE, pulling the jacket on hurriedly as we

CUT TO:

31. INT. TARDIS– NIGHT

The engines creak and wheeze and groan as THE DOCTOR,now fully in the tweed jacket, pilots the TARDIS like a pro – heading back theway he left, euphoric, triumphant as he smashes down the handbrake, practicallydiving down the steps, through the door and out into...

32. EXT.SUPERMARKET CAR PARK – NIGHT 2132

...an empty car park.

And all the energy and pace from the earlier scenesevaporates.

The overhead floodlights are lit, but not as bright...the J. Smith’s frontage muted, darkand closed, boarded up for the holidays.

He’s too late. Time wins. Christmas Eve is over.

On the Doctor, all his hope melted away, the TARDISlights ghostlike behind him.

RACHEL (O/S)

Sorry, sir.

He turns at her voice, and she’s still so polite evenwhen going home for the night, wrapped in her navy duffle-coat and cosy beaniehat.

RACHEL (CONT)

I told my supervisor you’d beright back but we always have to cash up early on Christmas Eve.

The Doctor offers a small smile of thanks.

RACHEL

At least you got your first lotof shopping though. Is your family quite big?

THE DOCTOR

Well, I wouldn’t say –

And suddenly he’s looking at her, really looking at her, the rising chords of I Am The Doctor trickling in under as he realises, understands...

THE DOCTOR

My first lot of shopping...?

RACHEL

Yeah – earlier tonight, thefirst time you came through my till. I thought you’d forgotten something thesecond time.

And he’s smiling now and calmly, so confidently, so cool,heading back to the TARDIS, Rachel calling after him.

RACHEL

Whereare you going?

THE DOCTOR

I don’t have my shopping...

And at the TARDIS door, he turns to face her, eyes darkand wonderful.

THE DOCTOR(CONT)

...but I know a man who does.

And the TARDIS door snaps shut.

CUT TO:

33. EXT.SUPERMARKET CAR PARK – NIGHT 2019

And instantly opens – the same car park, but once again,earlier in the evening.

And again, as ever, THE DOCTOR’S pounding in thedirection of the main entrance, and already he can see BILL, unimpressed,preparing once again to make him move –

- but reunited with his jacket means the Doctor’sreunited with everything as he flashes the PYSCHIC PAPER as he speeds past.

On Bill, stunned, not quite sure how to process whathe’s just read.

BILL

I thought you’d be fatter! Andolder!

CUT TO:

34. INT.TOILETRY AISLE – NIGHT 2020

THE DOCTOR, weaving and dodging through browsing people,skims around the entrance to the toiletry aisle –

- to slam headlong into THE DOCTOR from Sc 16, who’sonce again designated now as THE PAST DOCTOR.

THE DOCTOR

Last time, I promise! Finishedthe shopping?

THE PAST DOCTOR

Yes. Everything on the list I can remember exceptbaubles. Turns out you canmispronounce it according to the very angry lady in the Christmas aisle.

THE DOCTOR

Good! Well not good! But goodabout the rest of the shopping. Gladit’s done... as I’m going to have to steal it.

THE PAST DOCTOR

You’re going to have to whatnow?

THE DOCTOR

Steal it. Or technically re-steal it but from your perspective,steal it.

THE PAST DOCTOR(NOT IMPRESSED)

Tell me you’re joking...

THE DOCTOR

Not intentionally.

And then he’s moving, fast, faster than the Past Doctor,seizing the trolley and dashing off with it, wheels skidding.

But he knows he can win. He knows how the story ends as he flies around the corner, leaving thePast Doctor far behind, exuberant as the checkouts sweep up gloriously intoview.

CUT TO:

35. INT.CHECK-OUTS – NIGHT 2025

Beep!

RACHEL scans and packs the final item in THE DOCTOR’Sshopping.

She keys in a few onscreen butons, before turning to facehim.

RACHEL

Okay, and if you’d just like to enteryour pin number, sir.

The Doctor clicks open the sonic screwdriver, aswhirbles it against the chip-n-pin machine. Rachel, confused, but not questioning it.

And then the Doctor’s enters his four digits... followedby another four... two more... another one... and followed by a final one.

Rachel, still confused, hands him his receipt.

RACHEL

Did you find everything you werelooking for, sir?

And the Doctor stops mid-stride, turning back to her,

THE DOCTOR

Yes, I think so. But if I have forgotten anything... I’m sureit’ll come back to me.

And he’s gone.

And we’re sweeping majestically up over the rows ofcheckouts, bringing into focus the perpetual Christmas shoppers mulling throughthe aisles as we

FADE TO:

36. EXT. STREET- NIGHT

It’s snowing – like in the opening scene, but real,shuddering flakes spinning over and over in their haste to reach the desertedsquare, jewelled with an iron fenced park, swings and slides swathed in heavywhite.

And we should recognise it, long before the veil oftumbling snow is caught in an ancient breeze, the flakes curling and coiling,half-hovering, half-landing as the TARDIS melts into existence.

Silence.

And then the door cracks open, THE DOCTOR, back in hisgreen coat now, steps out into the crisp snow, two bags of shopping danglingfrom his hands.

Somehow he manages to close the door, before lookingback and up, as we see:

THE PONDS’ HOUSE. The same sky-blue one from The God Complex. And the warm glow thatresonates from inside casts the Doctor’s features into soft relief as the frontdoor opens...

...revealing just AMY.

A second moment of silence, larger than the space that separatesthem, neither knowing quite what to say. Then,

AMY

You’re late.

The Doctor nods, quiet,

THE DOCTOR

I know.

AMY

You’re lucky my daughter knowshow to use a phone.

THE DOCTOR

You’re lucky she doesn’t reversethe charges.

AMY

Iknow.

And now she’s smiling.

AMY (CONT)

Merry Christmas, Raggedy Man.

And now he’s smiling.

THE DOCTOR

Merry Christmas, Pond.

And now we crane up and away from the scene, the snowfalling, as the Doctor and Amy make their way into the Ponds’ house forChristmas, the distant conversation audible enough that we hear that it is infact actually Christmas Day.

But the remainder is lost as we soar higher and higher,the pinpricks of white snow against black slowly shifting and forming into aserene universe that silently watches over the Earth on Christmas Night.

The Wednesday Uplink: Whose Buckles Are These?

2011-12-14T22:21:00.001-03:30

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It seems as if I have struck pay dirt this time! Yes, I have found something out about what one of last week's leather swatches may have been all about. Maybe we can fully solve the puzzle together. At least maybe I will have found out once we all put our heads together! What you see is what I have thus far...just a couple of buckles wrapped around some leather. I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out just what coat they might be for, but I am not sure as of yet. If you have any light you can shed on the possibilities, it would be much appreciated. Please feel free to email me, or post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page!

Until next week,

Yours,

Eon

50% OFF! Second quality pleather Dante Coats!

2011-12-14T16:47:00.000-03:30

Feel the power of Dante when you wear one of these highly detailed coats based on a popular game! They are lightweight and great for cosplay in any arena!! While quantities last we are offering a 50% discount on a few remaining second quality Dante coats. All sales are final so be sure to send your measurements for a more accurate size prediction!

The Wednesday Uplink: Small Packages

2011-12-07T22:11:00.000-03:30

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It is true that sometimes wonderful things arrive in small packages. It seems that people around here don't want to disappoint anyone and so they are shipping out packages small and large each and every day. It's crazy really, but in the best possible way.  The good thing, though, is that it has allowed me to snoop a bit more.

I have found some packaging being created for some small item in a blister pack, and more blue fabric swatches. These might be great for stocking stuffers! (Hard to believe that there are only 18 days until Christmas, only about a week if you need to have your parcel shipped!)Beside those clues was a plethora of black leather samples, which would be good for countless items and would make the perfect coat as a wonderful gift. I will stay vigilant and see if I can gather more information for next week. 

It looks like it is a good time to snoop around, while everyone is shipping out Christmas presents!

Until next week,

Yours,

Eon

Sephiroth Takes on Organization XIII

2011-12-05T15:19:00.001-03:30

Whether you prefer the oversized collar of our Jenova Trench or the oversized hood of our Enigma, AbbyShot has the coolest gaming garb for you! Whether you want to feel the power of Sephiroth or the power behind Organization XIII, these coats will begin to cast their spell upon you as soon as you open the box! Put either of them on, and harvest the power of your favourite gaming personalities!

What is your favourite AbbyShot long coat?

The Wednesday Uplink: Black is Back, Pleather like Leather!

2011-11-23T23:52:00.003-03:30

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Well, true to form, AbbyShot is still locked down, so they must be working hard on something which I cannot yet see, but I will persist. In the meantime, I did find some partial shots, which I have posted for you. I found them when I rummaged through the garbage. I am not 100% sure what they mean as of yet, but they do look like they have something to do with the Squall Jacket and Dante Coat and maybe at least two sets of gloves. I wish I could blow the top off their meaning. (Nothing works up the AbbyShot crew like me beating them to an announcement!)

I'll keep working on it. If you happen to work it out before I do, please feel free to email me, or post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page!

Yours,

Eon

The Wednesday Uplink: The Windy City

2011-11-16T23:05:00.003-03:30

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Just two weeks ago I wrote about it being windy enough for two Squalls (thanks for the emails about the great play on words ;). Little did I know that I would find myself shadowing AbbyShot as they investigated creating great new partnerships in Chicagoland.

Unfortunately I wasn't privy to their agenda, but I knew that eventually they would show up in Chicago Comics, a mecca center for all things related to comics, right by Wrigley Field. Sure enough, in walks part of the AbbyShot team to meet with Eric. If you are a Doctor Who fan at all, you can't resist trying on these coats, and the crew at  Chicago Comics couldn't wait to succumb to the intoxication of the Doctor. There is definitely a look of joyous excitement that comes over anyone who puts these coats on. It is as if the power of the Doctor somehow morphs into the coats. Add to the fact that the owner of Chicago Comics is an accomplished mannequin artist (as can be seen in this shot of the shop), and it soon became evident it was a marriage made in Heaven. 

These coats are to be experienced, so if you are lucky enough to be in the Chicago area, drop by Chicago Comics and feel the great quality of these coats. You will find the Eleventh Doctor's Jacket and Bow Tie flanked on either side by the Captain Jack Harkness Coat and the Tenth Doctor's Coat virtually in the middle of the store. Perhaps you, like Eric and his crew did, will even be able to try one on. 

When I return to AbbyShot HQ hopefully I will be able to delve deeper into what new products will be the first to be released in the new year. What do you think they will be? Please feel free to post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page!

Yours,

Eon

The Wednesday Uplink: On Thursday

2011-11-10T14:10:00.000-03:30

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I apologize for being late with my post. I tried very hard this past week to gather intel...something really solid. AbbyShot is shut down tighter than Fort Knox this week, perhaps due to the fact that Friday is a holiday at AbbyShot. As a result, it has been difficult to get much dirt. I have seen colour swatches lying about and there is much discussion around the colours green, brown, red and blue. I've hidden my thoughts on those products here, although I can certainly see other possibilities.

Do any of these colours inspire you? Maybe there is a colour there in the leather which makes you think of a fabric coat or a hoodie or some sort of accessory. Perhaps those of you who posted last week are onto something...There is definitely much to be said for an iconic look!

Where do you think AbbyShot should look for inspiration? Please feel free to post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page!

Yours,

Eon

The Wednesday Uplink: It's Windy Enough for Two Squalls!

2011-11-02T22:59:00.008-02:30

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Go figure. Just as I thought they lost their marbles, they brought home the prized allie in the form of not one, but two Squall Jackets. That's right, you read it here first! The Squall is back and you get two choices in one. Not only can the Squall Jacket, be worn with the collar on, but it can also be worn without the collar.

True AbbyShot fans know this is not something new. What they don't know is that not only is the Squall Jacket available in a high quality soft leather, but now you can also get it in a high quality pleather, with the same options! It's great for vegans!

So, when you think about making your purchases this week, you now have two more options to choose from. 

Remember, you heard it here first!

Does AbbyShot have anymore items you'd love to see in pleather? If so, please feel free to post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page!

Yours,

Eon

The Wednesday Uplink: Odds and Sods

2011-10-26T23:13:00.002-02:30

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People around here are going like gangbusters. Naturally the sales and shipping departments have been going wild, but it is much more than that. Keyboards are clattering and pencils are being sharpened. Shutters on cameras are clicking and clacking, motors are whizzing and gigging. Even the poor old Abby-Bot is spinning his wheels as he zips to and fro.

I have ascertained that more Doctor Who products are due to arrive. I also know that there are is only enough fabric for two more Vereen Jackets and about four Deckard Trench to be made. So, AbbyShot is quickly running out of these much loved classics.

I have heard the Design Team using words like blue, gold and green and some of them are taking measurements, while others draw. Add to this fact that the owner of the company went away to a sourcing show for new fabrics and I figure I have enough material to investigate for weeks to come!

As you can imagine, the energy is palpable!

If any of you have any ideas as to what this all might mean, please feel free to post your ideas below this blog post, or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook Page!

One last thing before I go. I want to thank each of you for your comments over the past several weeks and for the emails I received with suggestions for travels and for sleuthing. It made my trip much more enjoyable knowing you were with me throughout it all and I promise to reward you with intel as soon as I have had time to debrief and organize everything.

Yours,

Eon

The Wednesday Uplink: New Design Uncovered!

2011-10-19T22:56:00.005-02:30

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I have returned home, at least for now, but noone at AbbyShot has realized this yet, and so this has allowed me to get into the design room with everyone's guard being down. And I struck GOLD!

So, it seems that by us putting it out there that masked hoodies are a cool idea, AbbyShot has put it out to their fans and they have replied in kind. What's more...they have begun working on a new design. I have managed to get this clip of a potential design before that dang Abby-Bot was patrolling about. It looks quite familiar to me and I am hoping you recognize it as well. I even remember when AbbyShot was making this coat!

So, I was hoping that you would put your suggestions below this blog or on AbbyShot's Twitter or Facebook account as to what it is that you would love to see in this hoodie! What details do you think need to be included? How would you suggest they do the mask? Don't forget the inside. What cool attributes should be included? This is your chance to really give them direction!

Oh, I've got to run, I hear the Abby-Bot making its way toward me again! I look forward to reading what it is you have to say about this hoodie! 

Yours,

Eon

The Wednesday Uplink: Trick or Treat?!

2011-10-12T22:40:00.016-02:30

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So it seems as if AbbyShot is thinking of maybe creating a new hoodie or two! One item they haven't tried yet is a hoodie with a hood that covers the whole face! I have been abroad, as you know, and I have seen a few of these hoodies. Their styles vary, of course, but here are a couple of variations in these pictures. What do you think ?

If we could get AbbyShot to create at least one awesome hoodie such as this, what character do you think they should choose? Who already has a "mask" of sorts, do you think? I know they would make the coolest hoodies! What other options should they have?

I look forward to hearing your ideas! Feel free to send me an email, or post your ideas on Facebook, Twitter, or here on the Blog in the comments below.

Yours,

Eon

The Wednesday Uplink: A Riddle Wrapped in Warmth

2011-09-28T21:15:00.002-02:30

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Well, I have been all over the UK and I have several thoughts on what AbbyShot should create next. I thought that by planting a few seeds here I could get them to give the various coats some thought. (This particular seed is a bit of a riddle, so that should drive them right around the bend!) That will make it seem as if it was all their idea. Of course some of these coats have become popular choices from some of the postings I have seen, so that is a good thing. The more people who submit suggestions, the better the chance a design has of being replicated the AbbyShot way! So, perhaps we can work together. I spent a bit longer in the UK than I had intended, but I do have some wonderful ideas from here. I am off to the continent now to continue with my investigation. If you think of something you would like me to bring forward to those at AbbyShot HQ, please let me know via my email address. I can't always get to a computer when I would like.

If you have any ideas you would like to see me investigate, please be sure to share your thoughts by jumping on the waiting list, or by sending me your thoughts here on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page.

Yours,

Eon

Take a Pill!

2011-09-26T17:08:00.003-02:30

Inspired by Kaneda, the leader of the "Capsule Gang", our red leather rebel jacket is a crowd pleaser from way back! Unfortunately, like Akira himself, all good things must come to an end. And so, with some regret, we are only taking orders for this jacket until December 31, 2011. After that we will be retiring this design in order to bring you new products to complete your wardrobe!

If you are a lover of all things anime, this classic Pill Jacket is worth owning! Not only does it have one of the most recognizable symbols for anime on the back, but it is also a beautifully crafted design created with attention to detail and high quality workmanship. The leather used is soft and pliable. The coat's design is roomy and its snapped cuffs and collar, as well as elastic at the waist, keep out the elements! This is not just a cosplay jacket, but is also a leather jacket to be able to be worn for years to come!

If the Pill Jacket is to be a gift, please allow 4-6 weeks for delivery, and during the busy holiday season you may want to allot for a bit of a buffer. This jacket is available as part of our Abby-Layaway Plan as well.

The Wednesday Uplink: The Case of the Extra Stripe--Solved

2011-09-21T22:50:00.001-02:30

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After exhaustive research in and out of various museums around the United Kingdom, and help from various AbbyShot fans, I believe we have solved the riddle of the fourth stripe. I would like to thank Robert Marks for his confirmation on the fact that the difference between three stripes and four stripes on the epaulettes simply comes down to a matter of rank. In the Royal Air Force if a person had three stripes on his epaulettes he had the designation of Wing Commander. Four stripes on the epaulettes denoted the ranking of Captain. After studying the scripts surrounding the change I have concluded that the costume department realized the error and simply quietly corrected this when Captain Jack Harkness was reintroduced into the story.

My sleuthing in the United Kingdom is drawing to a close. I have some exciting final destinations to check out and, with the help of many AbbyShot fans I have a few potential products to plant at Headquarters. If you have suggestions on where else my travels may take me, please be sure to contact me through email, or by sending me your thoughts here on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page. Until then, happy sleuthing!

Yours,

Eon

The Doctor and The Captain...Their Story

2011-09-17T08:46:00.000-02:30

We haven't yet seen interaction between the Eleventh Doctor and Captain Jack as of yet, and we are all dying to do that. We think it would be very cool if people wanted to create their own stories. You could make it about when they first connect (reconnect, depending upon how you look at it), or about a particular adventure they are on.

You can write a play or a make a comic strip. You can act in your own movie, wearing officially licensed clothing, if you like ;) Write a short story or write an epic poem. Whatever your choice. We'll make a compilation of items then and whoever contributes will get a copy of them.

So, if you have ever wanted to write your own Doctor Who episode, now is your chance!!

The Wednesday Uplink: Cobbled Streets of Olde London

2011-09-14T16:14:00.008-02:30

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Sett stones found by the Tower of London

I apologize for missing last week's posting, but my travels have taken me to some extraordinary places (more on that in another post) where I have been delving into many mysteries. Unfortunately the places I visited did not have access to the "outside" world.
However, this week I have been covering the cobblestones in the United Kingdom. I am currently in London and will be making my way northwest. I am in an internet cafe and see that AbbyShot has not yet cracked the case of the fourth stripe on the Captain Jack Harkness Coat. So, I am off to solve the riddle! But before I go I will be checking out more design ideas along the cobblestones of London of olde! After that my travels will take me under water...

Remember, if you would like to get hold of me, that I am available at my email address. If you want to stir things up at AbbyShot, then please feel free to post to me here or as per usual on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page. I'd love to see where you send me next!

Yours,

Eon

AbbyShot Says Thank You to Our Fans

2011-09-10T08:43:00.000-02:30

Yes, the rumours are true! We have finally released the Eleventh Doctor's Jacket and Bow Tie! After working for months with the BBC, fine tuning every aspect of the design (and teasing you about it almost every step of the way), we have created a replica of the Eleventh Doctor's Jacket. The BBC has also officially licensed this version of the jacket, along with our burgundy bow tie (just one of the many the Doctor wears). For a limited time you are able to purchase an Eleventh Doctor's Jacket and you will receive a FREE Eleventh Doctor's Bow Tie as well!

So thank you, Doctor Who fans. And thank you, AbbyShot fans for being the best in all of fandom. You allow us to love our jobs by being who you are and allowing us to create quality garments, all the while having fun doing it. What other job allows you to watch Doctor Who as part of your routine!

The Wednesday Uplink: Global Sleuthing Companions Needed!

2011-08-31T18:00:00.000-02:30

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I outed myself last week and so won't be able to use the closet anymore for hiding out. Not my finest moment, but it was too stuffy in there anyway and AbbyShot's AbbyBot's spare parts were more than a little disconcerting. I kept trying to put them together in my mind's eye, to see if I could create a second AbbyBot whose main purpose in life would be to lure that old tincan pest away from the production area, thereby leaving me free to gather clues in peace.

However, until that can be done, I have to watch my step. Next week I begin my holidays. I am not sure how long I will be gone, but I will keep you up to date on anything new I find out. I have some "equipment" to set up before I go. My travels will also take me to various locations around the globe, so stay tuned! My goal? I will gather intel which will lead to new products...and I could use your help! If you are interested, please email me at Eon3Neo@gmail.com.

In the meantime please tell your friends to BUY NOW!! We will definitely need the real estate at AbbyShot for new products. Are you with me?

Yours,
Eon

Sydney Newman: An Innovative Man

2011-08-30T18:17:00.004-02:30

Who was Sydney Cecil Newman and why was he such an influential man in the 1960's? Well, many of you know him as the Head of Drama with the BBC in the 1960s. It was due to his imagination that shows such as The Avengers, and Doctor Who ever came to be. He was entrusted to create a show to fill an early evening slot which would appeal to all ages. An earlier report by the BBC suggested a science fiction story involving time travel might be popular. As an avid science fiction fan himself, from that Newman came up with the character of the Doctor and a time travel machine which was larger on the inside than the outside. He has become known as the creator of Doctor Who.

Newman was also quite influential in that he allowed a young woman (Verity Lambert) to take control of the production of the series, an act virtually unheard of in the early 1960s. He asked Lambert to "make sure the show had an educational thrust so that the scientifc side of it was based on some sort of reality." Newman also restructured the way the entire department worked and instead of having producers also edit and direct their own plays, he allowed producers & editors/script writers to create the story and then hired a director once the scripts were commissioned.

Sydney Newman was a Canadian, residing in Toronto for most of his life. In 1981 he received the Order of Canada, the country's highest civilian honour. Despite his many lifetime achievements, he will always be closest to our hearts as one of the creators of Doctor Who.

The Eleventh Doctor Meets Rose Tyler?

2011-08-29T22:41:00.001-02:30

Back before Billie Piper was Rose Tyler and Matt Smith was the Eleventh Doctor, they worked together on a film called "Ruby in the Smoke".

Billie Piper plays Sally, a woman who discovers that someone is trying to kill her. Matt Smith plays a young man who offers her his help.

Check out the chemistry between the two of them in this clip! I wonder is Billie enjoyed working with Matt Smith or David Tennant more? With whom would you prefer to work?

The Wednesday Uplink: Eon Comes Out of the Closet!

2011-08-24T19:24:00.005-02:30

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Perhaps you are thinking that I am planning on joining Captain Jack Harkness on his adventures, but no, I literally just got out of the closet where I stowed away early this morning in order to listen in on AbbyShot's Product Development meeting.

I was hoping I could play you the audio file, but it is not easily uploaded here and my time is limited. However, here is a synopsis of what I managed to glean through the thickness of coats and the doorway.

BUY NOW!!

It seems as if AbbyShot is going to discontinue a number of their older styles in order to make room for a large number of newer designs in 2012. There is still some debate about what will be coming down the tubes as of yet. Although a few items seemingly stand out, they are in the research stages at the moment. I can tell you that the items pictured here are going to be gone by New Year's Eve...or sooner, and it looks like they will NOT be making another appearance, like the magnificent Lobby Trench did.

So, if you have been thinking about purchasing a Silent Bob's Coat, a Deckard Trench, a Foxhound Coat, a Stampede Duster (even the handsome leather one), a Pill Jacket or a Vereen Custom Jacket (they previously discontinued the set sizes), you had best buy one now. Don't forget they also have the Abby-Layaway plan available once you sign in, and that is good for 90 days worth of saving up for your favourite coat!!

If you have any suggestions on the new products you would like to see, slip me a note and I'll plant it on their desk. You can get hold of me in the usual way...on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page.

Yours,

Eon

Batman Who?

2011-08-23T14:40:00.000-02:30

There is a lot of buzz surrounding the new Batman Movie: The Dark Knight Rises. It features an all-star cast, including Anne Hathaway and Robyn Williams. From the look of the trailer, it is going to be a huge hit when it is released in 2012.

Another exciting Batman adventure took place recently in LA when Matt Smith portrayed the cape crusader in the comedy/play Gotham Autopsy. Apparently he had the audience in knots!

It does look pretty hilarious, but our favorite role for Matt Smith is, of course, the Eleventh Doctor. :)

The Wednesday Uplink: Your Timing Is Crucial

2011-08-17T20:51:00.004-02:30

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Today was a day of chaos around AbbyShot as the Design Team sifted through hundreds of suggestions for new garments. It looks like they will be doing so for another week or so before they start to narrow down their choices.

I wasn't able to take a great shot of anything, but I did manage to hear them talking about classic hero designs from the various genres, so I picked a few pictures of some of their suggestions. They discussed some possible choices for new Doctor Who clothing. Most of the discussion seemed to be centered around what was up and coming within the next year (in games, movies, anime, etc..) which would feature cool coats and would be a surefire hit with retailers around the globe!

This is an excellent time for me to give them a few ideas of my own. It might be wise for you to do the same.

If you have any ideas you'd like ME to give them, please let me know here as per usual on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page.

Yours,

Eon

The Newest Doctor Who Prequel!

2011-08-15T19:18:00.001-02:30

What do you think is really going through The Doctor's mind?

Bow Ties Are Back!

2011-08-12T21:00:00.001-02:30

Bow ties have been around since the 17th century. Croatian mercenaries wore them around their necks during the Prussian war to hold the necks of their shirts together. The upper classes in France then adapted the fashion as their own. It evolved from there.

Some prominent figures throughout history who have sported the bow tie are: President Franklin Roosevelt, Sir Winston Churchill, Frank Sinatra, Humphrey Bogart, and Fred Astaire. Each of these men gave it their own distinctive look and did it proud. When other characters such a Pee-Wee Herman, and Crusty the Clown starting wearing the bow tie, it took a turn for the worse. Bow ties started to become associated with nerds, geeks, and slapstick comedy.

I think the bow tie industry owes the BBC a little thank you for bringing back its popularity with the newest Doctor Who, played by Matt Smith. When he arrived wearing a bow tie, the demand of them went up 11%! He is the third Doctor to wear a bow tie. Patrick Troughton (the Second Doctor), and Jon Pertwee (the Third Doctor) also wore them!

Which Doctor do you think wore it best?

The Power of One!

2011-08-11T22:24:00.044-02:30

Today I read about a woman who was searching for a Doctor Who Dalek Pencil Topper for 30 years! Now, as pencil topper goes, it's kinda cool, but it is the 30 years of sheer determination of one day finding a Doctor Who Dalek Pencil Topper that drew me into the story, and it was the purpose behind her posting that kept me enthralled.

We know what it is like to receive letters like the one she wrote, for we get them all the time at the office, and none of us ever gets tired of them....not ever. As a staff we share them (and the multitudes of pictures and even videos we receive) with each other over break in the morning.

And so to all of you, past, present and future, who take time out of your busy lives to send us a word of thanks, we would like to say a collective "Thank you!" in return. It is because of your enthusiasm for all parts of our business (from product development to product delivery) that we all love our jobs. Without you there would be no AbbyShot. Don't ever underestimate the effect one person can have because we experience your power every day!

Thank you!

The Wednesday Uplink: A Shop With Many Colours

2011-08-10T22:55:00.005-02:30

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I would like to thank those of you who have been helping me to solve the "additional stripe" question regarding the Captain Jack Harkness Coat. I have been given a few good theories so far and I am working on verification. Please keep the theories coming, though.

AbbyShot is swimming in a sea of colour. There are all shades of green, yellow, red and black strewn about. I can't tell if they

are related or not as the door is heavily guarded and that dang AbbyBot is moving me along every time I slow down even long enough to peer through the door's tiny window. Those are some pretty strong colours. What might they be working on, can you tell?

If you have any ideas, regarding the additional stripe (which suddenly appears when Captain Jack meets the Tenth Doctor), or what these colour chips might mean, please let me know here as per usual on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page. Your help cracking riddles is always much appreciated!

Yours,

Eon

The New AbbyShot Lineup!

2011-08-08T17:00:00.001-02:30

In case you haven't noticed, AbbyShot has recently announced some new/upcoming products!

The Dante Coat is our most recent coat up for sale. It was a long time coming, but thanks to the persistence of fans and a lot of hard work, it is here! Based on the character of Dante from Devil May Cry 4, we offer this coat in four different looks. There is even an option to get the Dante Shooting Gloves to complete the outfit!

We have also just launched a few new officially licensed Doctor Who products! The Captain Jack Harkness Coat, The Eleventh Doctor's Jacket, and The Eleventh Doctor's Bow Tie. You can join the waiting list of any, or all of these products to get the latest updates straight from us!

Which of our newest products are you thinking about owning?

AbbyShot Stands Apart From The Rest

2011-08-05T18:23:00.000-02:30

People sometimes ask us why it is we do what we do. We tell them it's because of our customers. People write to us all the time requesting various garments. Some people include pictures and point out certain details, others write us poetry and wish lists. It's all very exciting for our Product Development Team! When we get a lot of call for a particular garment, we begin the design process. Our team looks at all of the information we have been given by our fans, sending out questions and need for clarification, etc. where necessary. We also complete further research into the garment.

When everything has been assembled, we decide which features we will incorporate into the design. Sometimes our coat is based on a game, but in reality fabric doesn't move like it does in the game. Sometimes the detailing is obscured somewhat in the photos so we make our best educated judgements on how to move forward. Upon occasion we must decide if the design details will impede its use as a real coat, rather than a costume, for example full sleeves vs. three quarter sleeves. When we are working on products which are really new, we often find that pictures are released after we have gone into production that shed light on some aspect we were struggling with. Through it all, we always keep the customer in mind!

We keep the coat as close as possible to the original design, including as many details as we possibly can and we keep the garment's price point where it is affordable. Our goal is to make a replica garment that can be worn not just at cosplay events, but throughout the year. Our products are functioning garments, using breathable, high quality fabrics. Our notions (buttons, belts, etc.) stand the test of time and our stitching will not unravel. Every coat is fully inspected before it leaves our premises to ensure that each customer is more than happy with their purchase.

Best of all, every day we get multiple emails, shoutouts in our social media, and often phone calls and video clips from customers who are totally thrilled with their products! It's how we know that what we are doing works! If it works for you, it more than works for us and so we move onto our next inspiration...

...maybe one that was sent in by you!

Nerd Alert!

2011-08-04T22:47:00.002-02:30

What is your idea of a "nerd"? Do you consider yourself to be one? And do you consider yourself to be a cool one? If you are confused about this, perhaps this little post on Memerial Net can help!

Are you awkward and nerdy like Matt Smith?

Now you can go even one step further!

Join Our Eleventh Doctor's Jacket and Bow Tie waiting list!

(Disclaimer: Although AbbyShot does recognize the humour in this picture, we also want to say that we think all of our customers are awesome...even if you wear a video game controller on your chest ;)

The Wednesday Uplink: Sleuthing Cohorts Needed

2011-08-03T22:23:00.002-02:30

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Today was quiet day at AbbyShot Headquarters due to the St. John's Regatta taking place...the oldest regatta in North America. Unfortunately everything is locked up tighter than Fort Knox and that dang AbbyBot is roaming double time.

I am due to go on holidays shortly and I don't yet know where to go. I feel restless and I want to go somewhere and get into some heavy duty sleuthing. I am turning to you for help. Wouldn't it be great if we could work together and propose the next AbbyShot product? We would have to have a lot of work done...photos to support the design and we would have to show how popular a product it would be. We could tell them which details to focus on, etc.. If you have any ideas as to where to begin my sleuthing, please let me know here as per usual on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page. Who knows, maybe we can go on a journey together?

Yours,

Eon

Take A Chill Pill!

2011-08-02T18:53:00.001-02:30

While browsing through TOR.COM, we came across a very interesting list of Ten Anime Films You Should See Before You Die. Among this list, we found a couple of films that touched close to home (well, AbbyShot Headquarters).

The 1988 film Akira is a classic piece of Japanese anime. It's popularity has not diminished over the years. That probably explains why our very own Pill Jacket has so many people interested in it, all these years later.

The second film on this list that has caught our eye is Ghost in the Shell. We particularly like the main character of Motoko Kusanagi. She has many different looks, but her leather shrug is our favorite! ;) Check out our version of her leather shrug, the GIG Shrug.

Do you see other items in these films you wish you could wear?

The AbbyShot Fashion Institute: Summer-ized!

2011-07-28T21:22:00.001-02:30

Here at AbbyShot Headquarters in Newfoundland, Canada, summer has finally arrived. Hey, better late than never! With the sun shining and the temperatures rising, people are getting out of their heavy coats and into lighter summer wear.

With so many conventions going on this time of year, our long coats are still very popular, but did you realize that AbbyShot has lots of great summer wear? Sure, when is it a better time to slip into those fingerless gloves? And if you find that just some of your fingers get warm, try our Dante Shooting Gloves. ;)

The GIG Shrug is another item that is perfect for summer. Made out of a super soft lamb skin, it not only looks great, but feels great. You can incorporate it as part of your anime inspired outfit, or layer it over a dress. Either way, the G-I-G Shrug always gets heads turning.

The Kingdom Hoodie is an all time favorite of ours, and is great when layering for winter or wearing as a summer jacket. The staff here get a lot of use out of their hoodies on cool summer nights. We also love to sport our Abby-Shirts around town.

What have you done to summer-ize your AbbyShot garment?

The Wednesday Uplink: The Case of the Extra Stripe

2011-07-27T20:20:00.001-02:30

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I had hoped that I would be the one to show you the AbbyShot version of the Eleventh Doctor's Jacket and Bow Tie, but once again I see I was foiled by the staff at AbbyShot HQ when they posted it on both Twitter and Facebook.

So, here is the detail of AbbyShot's Captain Jack Harkness Coat...the now infamous epaulet. I guess you heard about the Comic-Con Torchwood panel and how Danny, an AbbyShot employee engaged John Barrowman in a discourse about the coat. So, now I need to solve the puzzle of the fourth stripe on the epaulet.

If you have any thoughts on these stripes, please post them here as per usual on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page.

Yours,

Eon

Spaghetti, Westerns, Space...

2011-07-25T22:50:00.000-02:30

Okay, so maybe spaghetti doesn't fit just yet, but give it time. From Firefly and Trigun to Cowboys and Aliens, our newest frontier is becoming more and more crowded. Now we have Starhawk from Lightbox Interactive ready to be Beta tested by the public, especially Warhawk fans. Add to the mix Bethesda Softwork's Fallout: New Vegas and you get quite the range of western sci-fi themes to choose from.

We have learned a lot from the space technology of the past 40 years and while the shuttle has landed for the last time, there is still much information available to not only scientists, but to writers and producers and gamers alike. Imagine the exploration that can now be coded into a game for example, beginning with what science has taught us and soaring to ever higher imaginative heights. The limitless possibilities are awe-inspiring!

So what do you see on the horizon for the somewhat newly combined western/sci-fi genre, whether in movies or television shows or video games? Do you think this is a new genre which will take hold for some time to come yet? Is there more to explore in this vast new frontier called Space? What really links the two genres together do you think? And what sort of fashion might that inspire? We would love to hear your responses on any of these topics.

AbbyShot Fashion Institute: The Power Of Black

2011-07-21T20:48:00.001-02:30

Black is the colour of intrigue, and sophistication. It is also the most predominantly used 'colour' in fashion. Black is simplistic, basic and sleek. Where would the world be without the "little black dress"?

Black is the colour used to show seniority and achievement in many forms of martial arts. It is the traditional colour that judges and lawyers wear. A "black tie" function just wouldn't be the same in blue.

In other cultures, such as the Japanese culture, black is a symbol of age, honor and nobility. In western societies, it symbolizes mourning and bereavement. Goth and Punk would not be much without the colour black; which is also true for AbbyShot.

Russian actor Yul Brynner (The King and I) wore black for the last 45 years of his life. It must have been a bland 45 years

What's your favourite black AbbyShot product?

The Wednesday Uplink: Newbie Transformed at Comic-Con

2011-07-20T22:30:00.023-02:30

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Okay, so since last week I have been sleuthing about and have found out that AbbyShot's new Export Developer has been sent to Comic-Con International in order to unveil the much anticipated new Doctor Who products: The Eleventh Doctor's Jacket and Bow Tie as well as the new Captain Jack Harkness Coat.

It is reported that Danny will be taking part in several Doctor Who and Torchwood events as well as touring the Exhibitor Booths so keep an eye out for him. Watch in particular for his Tweets for there are numerous chances to win an official Doctor Who Bow Tie. In these pictures you can see Danny as a green-horn, as he was when he left home...and then again while he was entering Comic-Con International in San Diego! Geronimo!

Send me your thoughts as per usual here on the Blog, on Twitter or on the AbbyShot Facebook Page.

Yours,

Eon

Mainstream Reaction

2011-07-16T04:30:00.002-02:30

We have the coolest coats! How can we not when we have such awesome inspiration, further driven by customers such as yourselves and exhibited at such fantastic events as Comic-Con International? However, what about those of you who would like to wear these coats as you would any other? Are they too far out there? Do people stop you and ask you where you got your stunning coat? Some of our followers have been wondering if purchasing a Jenova or an Enigma might lead to some interesting remarks.
So, we are asking those of you who have already purchased items from us to please let us know how they are received in the more mainstream places you frequent. Please feel free to post your comments here, on our Facebook page or on our Twitter feed. At AbbyShot we have learned from customers such as yourselves to always expect the unexpected. It's part of what makes our jobs so very cool!

AbbyShot Fashion Institute: All We Need Is Glove

2011-07-14T18:54:00.001-02:30

Here at AbbyShot, we are known for our coats and jackets. What some people don't realize is that we also have gloves. We sell almost as many types of gloves as we do coats.

We offer full leather gloves, fingerless gloves, and shooting gloves. What type is your favorite? Prince Philip of Calabria loved gloves so much that he often wore 16 pairs at a time. Now I know it does get cold sometimes, but doubling up usually does the trick.

When buying gloves online it can be hard to determine which size to get, not being able to try them on and all. On each of our glove product pages there is a size chart to guide you. Just in case you have trouble knowing how to measure properly, we made a little video to illustrate it for you.

What kinds of gloves would you like to see us come out with next? Please feel free to send us your suggestions in the comments section below!