David Tennant’s Contributions to Doctor Who Episodes “Killing the Vespiform” Edition
Excerpts from The Writer’s Tale by Russell T Davies and Benjamin Cook:
From an e-mail from RTD dated Sunday 29 July 2007 describing the “mountain of work” awaiting him after his holiday: I have to rewrite the end of 4.7 [The Unicorn and the Wasp], because David thinks - quite fairly - that ramming a car into the Vespiform is the Doctor committing murder. Good point, but… any ideas?
Accompanying footnote: The script had the Doctor driving an open-top tourer into the Vespiform, which falls into a lake, where it drowns.
From an e-mail from RTD dated Wednesday 8 August 2007 giving an example of “no such thing as a typical day”: I had to sort out the end of Doctor Who 4.7 [The Unicorn and the Wasp], because of David’s worry about killing the Vespiform. (David T. Ennant: clever, sexy and good on scripts. Why don’t I hate him?)
Orig.Poster’s note: This post is part of a series on some of the contributions that David made to episodes of Doctor Who, because he sometimes gets questions about ad-libs or input he may have had to episodes, but he tends to not take credit for his various additions/suggestions - so I figured I’d list some for him. I love the fact that, although Russell T. Davies was the showrunner and was ultimately in charge of every script, he also allowed for collaboration. If David brought up a good point or concern about something his character was supposed to do, Davies was willing to listen and in some cases make fairly dramatic changes to a story. Because this storyline emphasized the fact that the Vespiform was not in control of its actions, I appreciate that David didn’t want the Doctor to simply murder it (without at least trying to reason with it first, as he would normally do) - I agree that isn’t very in-character for the Tenth Doctor.
How many ‘love’ lines are there between the Doctor and Rose? About six! And yet it’s talked about as the central spine of the series. Well, that’s a bit disingenuous, because that’s what I wanted, but we didn’t really have to try.
(Shipper) Russell T Davies [Doctor Who: The Writer’s Tale: The Final Chapter, Chapter 4]
Behind the Scenes of Planet of the Dead - Part Five
Excerpts from Benjamin Cook’s set report in DWM 408:
On Valentine’s Day in the desert, what could possibly be more romantic than an oversized fly waving a gun at a lady in a catsuit? It’s hard to think of anything, isn’t it?
It’s our final day filming in the UAE [United Arab Emirates], and veteran Doctor Who monster performer Paul Kasey has arrived to play Sorvin the Tritovore. “The head is operated by remote control,” he explains, “which Neill [Gorton, prosthetics designer] is operating off camera.” Isn’t that disconcerting for Paul? “You get a sense of what’s happening. Over the years, I’ve begun to recognize the different motor sounds.”
So, Sorvin marches the Doctor and Christina, at gunpoint, toward his crashed Tritovore spaceship - presently a green screen pinned against the double-decker bus. “Can you still see where you’re going, Paul?” asks James [Strong, director]
But he can’t. “There’s your mark, Paul,” says David [Tennant], guiding his captor. “HEY, PAUL?!!!”
Meanwhile, just out of shot, Daniel Kaluuya [who plays Barclay] is relieving himself on a tuft of shrubbery. “I know I shouldn’t look,” giggles Victoria Alcock [who plays
Angela], “but I can’t help it.”
“I’m letting it grow, man,” insists Daniel. “Giving it a chance. They’ll call this the Kaluuya tree.”
David is more focused on his shades. “I’ve had my sunglasses on again,” he tells make-up man Steve Smith. The specs leave a slight mark on the bridge of his nose, requiring a retouch.
“Not again!” sighs Steve.
“Well, it’s bright,” David grins, “and I look cool in them.”
However, the sun soon starts setting. James wants to squeeze in one final shot: David and Michelle running down the hill, carrying the clamps from the Tritovore spaceship. On the take, Michelle trips, tumbling arse over tip. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she flinches, getting up and dusting herself down.
“She managed to make even that look dramatic and well-handled,” David points out.
“Phwoar, I wouldn’t mind being the sand beneath Michelle,” mutters someone who will remain nameless.
“I can’t believe how fast David runs,” Michelle admits, “but then I’m Lady Christina; the Doctor should be a bit faster than me. I guess she’s a fantasy figure, with her catsuit and backpack, but also she’s real in that she’s not flawless. She’s not Wonder Woman.”
(Child) Robb Stark x (Child)Reader x (Child)
Notes: Y/N = your name.
Imagine being a child living in Winterfell with
Robb and Jon, and falling asleep in Robb’s bed with him and Jon.
It was, all in all, a warm night: a wool blanket was enough to keep Robb, Jon
and you warm. You three were in Robb’s room, wrapped together in bed with you
stuck between them, listening intently to the Old Nan telling the Rat Cook
tale. In all honesty, you couldn’t tell which was scarier, if the story or the
Old Nan herself. The cook was giving you the creeps, but at the same time you
were trembling because of the shrunken wrinkled face that appeared so ghostly
by the candle light. As the woman was speaking, you imperceptibly turned to
glimpse Jon, serious and focused; then you looked at Robb and saw him smirking
off his face. It certainly seemed like you were the only one who was almost
frightened to death; anyway, you couldn’t let the two boys knowing about it, so
you swallowed your fear and went back to listen to Old Nan.
It seemed like hours until the story ended and you were now watching the
woman leaving slowly and wobbly, not before she recommended Jon and you to return
to your respective bedrooms. As to make a point, Old Nan left the door open
letting the cold air from the hallway in.
– Are we going? – Jon asked you, but Robb started to protest.
– Already tired? – he complained standing up on the furs of his bed while his
half-brother, instead, got off jumping on the floor. Jon handed you your little
shoes even before he could put his own on, to keep you from touch the cold
ground with bare feet.
– If lady Catelyn finds us here, she will scold us again – he insisted
looking up to Robb.
– I can hide you! – the auburn haired boy exclaimed and with that he jumped
off the bed too and grabbed one of Jon’s boot. Jon tried to steal it from his
grasp, but he failed. – And – his brother went on looking at you, – Y/n wants
to stay, I know!
He then got closer to you, who were slipping the second shoe on, – Stay
here, Y/n – he plead. Meanwhile Jon finally succeeded in having his boot back.
– Jon… – you begged with an uncertain expression on your face, hoping not
to make him mad. Actually, the idea to stay alone in your dark room after that
creepy tale really wasn’t so appealing. That happened every time and this was
the reason you played for time with Robb and Jon so often after curfew. So, it
was only your fault if lady Catelyn had dressed the three of you down for the
last three days. Being the apple of his mother’s eye, Robb didn’t seem to mind the
scolds at all, but Jon, of course, was another matter. Lady Catelyn didn’t like
him and he knew it pretty well, and he just wished not to make her upset; but as
a little child, he also wished to stay with his friends having fun as long as
possible. Because of that, now he was staring at his feet, one still bare and
cold on the floor, pondering what to do.
Robb patted his shoulder with a wide smile – Let’s build up a barricade! –
– A barricade? – you asked confused, watching as Robb closed the door of
his room trying to be as silent as possible and then Jon giving up to your will
with a sigh. He took off the only boot he was wearing and reached you on the
mattress, quickly followed by Robb.
– A barricade against the Rat Cook – he explained glancing strangely at Jon,
who started to crawl towards you murmuring – Because if you don’t hide…
– He will eat you! – they both burst out tickling you and making you
scream. Anyway, Robb was fast enough to shout you up by putting a hand on your
mouth, scratching your belly with the other along with Jon. After a while they
got tired and exhausted from all the laughs, and let you rest, panting
– I hate you – you whined moving under the blankets. You covered yourself
above your head, and in there you listened to the boys whispers.
– You made her mad – Robb said
and Jon answered back he was the one
who tickled you more. Later you heard the soft sound of the covers raising as
the boy slipped down there with you.
– Sorry, Y/n – Jon muttered grasping the hem of your nightdress as Robb laid
down next to you too; you felt Robb’s little hand stroking your cheek and then he
asked – You’re not crying, are you?
Fully aware you succeeded in your plans, you started to giggle.
– You really are stupid! – and they tickled you again.
Catelyn found the three of you sleeping in Robb’s bed when she came to
check for her son. Even if you disobeyed her for the fourth time in a week, she
could not disturb your dreams. The simple way Robb rested, keeping you in a
genuine embrace and holding Jon too at the same time, melted her heart.
– Oh, Ned… – she whispered as her husband walked in, unable to hide a warm
He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her temple.
– Let them stay here for tonight.
Catelyn nodded. They gave a last look to you and went out, closing the door
gently as not to waken you.
This was very short, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway =)
I must have the best job in the world. Billie Piper is in the shower, and I’m being paid to watch. Okay, she’s not in an actual shower. She’s in a hospital lift. But she’s still getting wet. In fact, she’s soaked through and through. Actually, it’s not a real hospital. Or a real lift. It’s a cramped set in a Newport studio. But I don’t care. It’s real water. And I’m not actually getting paid. Not in legal tender. But that’s a private matter between me and my employers. There. Breathe. Yes. Anyway. Billie.
“I don’t mind,” she says, mascara running down her cheeks, “I prefer it cold.”
“So says Billie Piper,” chuckles James Hawes, the director. “Write that down, please, Doctor Who Magazine!”
David Tennant looks on. He’s already filmed his shower scenes, and he’s here to lend Billie some moral support. Hang on, he isn’t. He’s watching her get drenched, and filming it on his camcorder. The camcorder is shaking, because he can’t stop laughing. At one point, he actually shouts out, “Go, Billie, go!” I swear.
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Even I appreciate a fairy tale ending, Harry. Family politics, over-cooked meat, monogamy. What’s not to love? ——— 218 Harold Finch
Some of us don’t get to grow old with the one we love. I’ll grow old with her, just from afar. ——— 504 sateen shaw
But when things got to be too bad… there was one place I would go to in my mind. Here…with you. You were my safe place. ——— 211 Harold finch
Pi, the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter, and this is just the beginning; it keeps on going, forever, without ever repeating. Which means that contained within this string of decimals, is every single other number. Your birthdate, combination to your locker, your social security number, it’s all in there, somewhere. And if you convert these decimals into letters, you would have every word that ever existed in every possible combination; the first syllable you spoke as a baby, the name of your latest crush, your entire life story from beginning to end, everything we ever say or do; all of the world’s infinite possibilities rest within this one simple circle. Now what you do with that information; what it’s good for, well that would be up to you. ——— 513 The machine
I learned everyone dies alone But if you mean something to someone If you helped someone or loved someone If even a single person remembers you Then maybe you never really die And maybe this isn’t the end at all ——— 513 The machine
You always thought there was something wrong with you because you don’t feel things the way other people do. But she always felt that was what made you beautiful. She wanted you to know that if you were a shape, you were a straight line. An arrow. ——— 107/409 Carl Elias
Veni Vidi Vici/Invictus maneo
——— 411 Sameen shaw
Life is crap Welcome to the human race But the good news is, you are not alone. ——— 101 John Reese
When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone better. When that person is taken from you… what do you become then?