
But how else can you react to a story this preposterous? The Doctor suddenly has a crisis of conscience, he cannot leave Zaroff to drown no matter how many times he has tried to have them killed.

Troughton isn’t taking any of this nonsense remotely seriously, he ducks around the marketplace going ‘woo-hoo Zaroff!’ and generally having a jolly out time sending the piece up. His hippy disguise complete with sun glasses and a bandana is just gorgeous although I could understand if the audience at the time were having trouble adjusting to this apparent clown in the role. In a moment of triumph, the Doctor declares that like worms slaves can be made to turn and it is made abundantly clear that he fights on behalf of the underdog as did his predecessor. Despite being the straight man of this story (heaven forbid but compared the fruitloopiness of Zaroff he really cannot succeed in being the more outlandish), the Doctor cannot resist dressing up whenever the chance arises. He knows how to stroke the ego of a man like Zaroff and says he is not impressed with his laboratory because he expected nothing less of such a great scientist. He signs his note to Zaroff Doctor W which is the second time of late that the show has suggested that his second name is Who. I think this is the serial where he finally grasps hold of how he wants to play the part. Early scenes between the Doctor and his friends see Troughton sounding nervous and clipped but as the story progresses he relaxes into the madness of the tale.



As the TARDIS lands, the Doctor excitedly wonders if they will come across prehistoric monsters. Oh My Giddy Aunt: It would appear that both Ben and Polly have come to accept that the Doctor is the genuine article after saving the day twice over and since Jamie has only ever known him with this face his identity has well and truly bedded in.
