So where do we find Hardy and Miller this time?
“Hardy left town in a cab at the end of series two, but he has come back and has brought his daughter Daisy [Hannah Rae]. So now he and Miller are both single parents and he looks to her for parenting advice – I don’t know how wise that is!”
“I know, especially because Miller’s son Tom [Adam Wilson] is going through the terrible teens and there will be repercussions. She also has her dad David [Roy Hudd] staying, which is handy for childcare, but he’s not an easy man. Work’s the best part of her life.”
“Yes, work’s a solace for them both, although they grumble like a cantankerous old married couple.”
“They’re best friends though, they’d do anything for each other.”
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.”
Tentoo has other ideas about how to spend their morning.
This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.
He gave a rumbly little growl as he came up behind her, hands finding her waist, he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck and shoulder. “Come back to bed,” he all but purred.
Rose grinned, carefully adjusting her hold on the mug she was holding so he wouldn’t make her drop it. “Doctor, I’m trying to look at the weather report,” she said, her eyes on the tablet in front of her. “And I made coffee.”
He growled again, this one more aggressive, as he fitted himself more firmly against her, trapping her between him and the counter. Her breath caught as he rutted his morning erection along the cleft of her arse. His hands slid down, his fingers finding the hem of the long t-shirt she’d worn to bed last night, beginning to pull it upward, inch by inch.
“Sod the coffee,” he said, his voice low and raspy from sleep. “You want to know the weather? We’ll do it facing the window.”