Just in case you want to collect my two recent DW edits on one disc, here’s a special double feature cover
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Just in case you want to collect my two recent DW edits on one disc, here’s a special double feature cover
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When certain events in history happen, people always reflect on where they were at the time.
For me, I recall exactly where I was when Let’s Kill Hitler went out…it had been my parent’s silver wedding anniversary, we had a grand old tea at a swank little inn and many family members came back to the family homestead for a few drinks and a bit of chatter. I had to watch the episode in my bedroom along with my cousin and little brother. At one point, an uncle joined in.
This, for many, is where not only series six went wrong, but you got the distinct feeling DW’s days as the “cool” thing to watch were numbered in the years to come.
It took a year for it to sink in, but this was it. The first post-hiatus episode following the gripping “A Good Man Goes to War” and what did we get? A flipping River Song rom-com disguised as an origin story. If anyone watching the show had a pre-existing distaste for Alex Kingston’s performance, their tempers were not quelled by this.
And yet, I quite like it.
For all the ham, the comedy, the “clever lie” bit which deconstructs the temporal grace of the TARDIS, and the gimmicky misleading title which doesn’t involve the tantalizing time travel conundrum of what to do with Adolf if you met him, it’s a very energetic script, it does offer some insights into what the Silence are, and the Tesselecta is a great concept, albiet more for the time travel modus operandi than ripping off the Numbskulls in the Beano.
I may enjoy a lot of this episode, but make no mistake, this is where series six died a gurning death over the course of 45 minutes and the Moffat era was never regarded in quite the same light again.
You can enjoy something, but you must always be aware of it’s faults so you can understand the side who trash it and not callously dismiss them in the name of the 10/10 club mentality that think the whole series is sunshine and rainbows. You see this all the time in certain Whovian podcasts on Youtube and reaction channels, save for maybe two (Zaredit personally recommends Blindwave and Seskasays for some proper analysis)
Ah, but there wouldn’t be an edit if there wasn’t something to cut now would it? And there was a lot to go, making this, the second of my World War II themed edits, to run at a considerably shorter run time, this one clocking in at 35 minutes.
The episode begins with the way it should have, with Hitler at the front and center of the action. If you’re going to mishandle the furher, at least make it seem like he’s important…set up a bit of a mystery as to what the Tesselecta want with him, and give the Doctor a massively impactful entrance with the TARDIS crashing through…then have the titles come as Hitler, sodding Hitler, thanks our intrepid travelers for saving his life. DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNNNNNN.
Gone too is the creation of the crop circle summons and the introduction of Mels in the stolen car, and the flashbacks to her childhood with Amy and Rory. All you need to know from the moment Mels is released from prison is that she’s a friend of the family, she set Amy and Rory up together, and she’s trouble.
Afterwards, one of the last things to go was the ultimate in time-wasting filler, where Matt Smith does a little bit of self-sabotaging and diminishes the enigmatic performance of his Doctor by indulging in a childish tantrum about guilt and yelling out fish fingers and custard a gazillion times to really emphasize to the whole audience that Doctor Who serves the children’s whims above the adults or the family.
And that’s your lot. Episode ends on the Doctor handing River her diary and the Doctor/Song ‘ship era is well and truly set to sail in a few filler’s time. Hello Benjamin.
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Another edit revisited…with a lot more experience under my belt, I was able to put this together with a bit more finesse.
For those new to the blog, this is a minimalist 30-minute cut of Victory of the Daleks, Mark Gatiss’ first major script for the Moffat era and the second big letdown of the series one episode after The Beast Below. The signs were all there from the two that trouble was brewing, but fortunately the rest of the series was top notch quality and spared such thoughts from manifesting in most fans’s minds until the mass bungling of the latter half of series six.
Victory of the Daleks biggest crime is the New Dalek Paradigm, aka the Teletubby Dalek Rangers…which I couldn’t remove. If I could, I would, I swear[/George Micheal], so I decided to make do with removing the other big misfire of the story…Bracewell, the Dalek-enginerred scientist who “develops” the gorgeous looking Ironside Daleks (why didn’t Moffat keep them on?) is revealed to be a living bomb.
What happens next is a truly despicable bit of emotionally manipulative storytelling where the power of love saves the day for the first time in the Moffat era. It’s time consuming filler designed purely to drag out the Daleks’ inevitable escape and nothing more, so off it goes.
Also gone is the ending with Amy’s crack forming just as the TARDIS dematerializes, just to give this episode more of a one-and-done feel.
Do your worst Adolf!
BASED ON A DOCTOR WHO STRIP ADVENTURE FIRST PUBLISHED IN 1967
Trod Unit 06 looked out upon the bleak and battered landscape of his home world, and thoughts drifted back to something more majestic and complete, when the Trod empire’s cities towered over the heavens, beams of sunlight reflecting off their bright metallic structure.
It had taken many years, and sometimes under many human masters as well as ones among their own kind, but finally the once merciless inhabitants of Trodos learned to appreciate the majesty of those structures.
And not just to develop feelings, they also developed a conscience.
They had tried to expand their empire far across the reaches of their known galaxy, but had done so by utilizing most underhanded methods. Cruel methods.
They had no regard for the welfare of other races, their lot in life was to ensure their own interests were accounted for, and any who opposed them would be trodden underfoot.
Trod Unit 06 found time, even in this bleakest of hours, to find some humor in that description.
Only one individual had opposed them in many of their campaigns, thwarting them at every turn, and that had been a meddlesome space and time traveler.
A traveler who was on his way even now to make peace with them.
Over the generations, that sound and sure conscience developed by the Trod collective had driven them to make amends for their ambitious but abhorrent attempts at conquest, the high command had been eager to sign a peace treaty with the remaining races in their sector of space in the Trodos galaxy, this traveler was to represent those races, such was the complete trust they had in him through his valiant efforts to protect those worlds.
He had reached out, and the Trodos collective had accepted the offer. Progress would be made, contact would be established.
But the traveler was more than merely the Trod’s mortal enemy. He had made other acquaintances along the way, ones that had been just as eager to mark their territory with ruthless campaigns of terror and destruction, and they too had been thwarted.
When word spread of the traveler’s attempts to make peace with the Trods, one of these races each conspired to strike hard and fast at the planet of Trodos, a world they had, through some merciful miracle, they had left well out of the sights .
Trod Unit 06 thought hard about the reasons why Trodos had been spared the gaze of this race, and wondered if it had to do with their then-mutual hatred of the traveler. That by making peace with the outer races using him as the go-between, they had violated a sacred and unspoken trust.
Maybe the Trods would have better suited to have struck an alliance with this race so both could have benefited from a galaxy wide expansion.
Mulling over alternatives didn’t seem to matter anymore however, what mattered was the fight at hand.
This race had descended from the heavens and blotted out the crimson sun that had lavished the towers with it’s graceful light, their ships, equipped with incredible firepower, reduced the cities to atoms and ash.
The Trods stood their ground, doing their best to protect their best and brightest, to protect what remained of the supreme collective, but many were outmatched in firepower and strength by this race, which had a lifetime of experience bringing other worlds to their heel.
Fight to the last Trods” Trod Unit 06 bellowed in defiance, his thoughts of what might had been mattering little now. Lines had been drawn, and it was his line that he would valiantly hold.
“Exterminate” cried out one of the grey cased creatures opposed to the Trod, unleashing a bright and deadly energy beam out of a gun attached to it’s chest unit.
The blast surged through Trod Unit 06’s body, causing it to erupt in a bright ball of fire, bringing a quite final end to the reflective creature.
As he lay dying among the brave and the broken, watching his world fall to these callous conquerors, Trod Unit 06’s final thoughts reflected again on what might had been had his race simply threw their lot in with these creatures.
After all, what might in the galaxy could match that of the Daleks?
“The Trods have been successfully disorganized, exterminate all in disarray” commanded the Dalek soldier as it’s kind tore through what remained of the main Trod defense, bringing as many as they could to a complete halt.
A mere hour or so later, the Daleks’ devastating task was done, and what remained of the front line had been decimated
“All Trods encountered have been exterminated” one Dalek reported to it’s superior, coated in a black metallic casing.
“What of the remainder of the Trodos command network?” the Supreme Dalek asked, demanding to know the precise condition of the Trod’s circle of leaders.
“Driven to parts unknown, we will commence planet wide scans immediately” assured the Dalek lieutenant.
“Good” It said, “When The Doctor arrives, there must be no Trods left to sign the treaty. With no alliance, this galaxy and all those who inhabit it will finally fall to the law of The Daleks”
“All is in preparation for our ambush” another Dalek revealed.
“We expect The Doctor to arrive at any given point in time, we must make plans to conceal ourselves” the Black Dalek uttered, addressing the Dalek armada.
“Take cover and await my instructions” it commanded.
“We obey” the army replied in unison.
The Supreme Dalek relayed one final instruction to the ships that were perched on the planet’s soil, ordering them to take off.
“Take your ships to the farthest side of the planet, they must not be visible”
The Daleks commanding the ships did as instructed, and the vessels swiftly disembarked, leaving their leader and the ground forces to await the opportunity to spring the next step of their treacherous trap.
At the farthest edge of time and space, a small blue box drifted through the swirling vortex that encircled creation.
The box itself took the form of a vintage oddity in Earth’s history, that of a British Police Telephone Box.
But the interior of this unassuming and ordinary box was most extraordinary indeed. Much bigger on the inside than outside.
The inhabitants of the box appeared human, they sounded human, they acted human, but their secrets were just as interesting as the precise shape, and indeed purpose, of their traveling vehicle
Three individuals inhabited this box, bigger on the inside and out, two of them were close to the age of the average human teenager, approximately fifteen and sixteen, the third of the party was the oldest, close in appearance to mid forties.
He wore a long hat, looking almost like a funnel, and carried around some kind of instrument in his pocket. A flute.
His appearance was quite clown like, one would even suggest he had the look of a hobo, checkered trousers, black coat, braces attached to his shirt, a most odd fashion sense, like he had been wearing it for many years without keeping with present nor new trends that had come into circulation.
The two teenagers were dressed in plain jeans and turtleneck jumpers, one, a male, was clean shaven and had bright blonde hair. The other, a lean female, sported long black hair.
The teenagers’ names were John and Gillian, and the oldest of the three was their grandfather, The Doctor, a time lord currently in his second incarnation.
They had known him in one of his previous lives, where he had been of a more elderly age and appearance, a most wise and courageous spirit working within the limits of a body that was wearing thin by each passing day.
Their adventures took them across all of time and space, and time did not stand still for them, as they aged from curious and innocent children into able and experienced teenagers.
After a quarter of a lifetime’s worth of adventure, they were eventually returned to their correct time and place, but they never forgot their journey, and when they reconnected with their grandfather many years later, he had, to their statement, changed his appearance and was on a series of missions for his people, the Time Lords.
One such mission was to finally bring an end to the hostile campaign the inhabitants of Trodos had inflicted on their neighbors. A campaign even the Trods themselves were now deeply shameful of and regarded as a mistake.
“Ah we should be arriving at the co-ordinates of Trodos now, let’s see what awaits us” The Doctor said excitedly, switching on the surveillance equipment of his faithful, if erratic, time and space vessel known as The TARDIS.
To the horror of all three travelers, the sight of death greeted them.
The remains of a million dead Trods filled the screen, the landscape was a charred ruin, small fires raged everywhere.
A tragic sight.
“After all these centuries of conflict, surely any chance of making peace with the Trods hasn’t been snatched away from me?” The Doctor said, awash with disbelief.
“Maybe one of their rockets exploded on the ground…that happened on Earth once” suggested John.
“That’s one possibility John” The Doctor replied, “However, the Trods assured the remainder of the galactic senate they would not be testing any weapons while we were on our way. I last got word the senate had called ahead to give them that explicit instruction. They were only to make use of those weapons only in the most crucial circumstances”
“Such as their planetary security being compromised” replied Gillian.
The Doctor nodded.
“Oh, this won’t do at all, I need some time to work this funny old business out” he said, crouching down on to the floor and taking out his recorder.
As John and Gillian looked on, The Doctor played the recorder, producing a charming and calming melody that resonated throughout the TARDIS console room.
“The Doctor’s puzzling a problem alright, make no mistake, when that recorder comes out, you know it’s an urgent matter” observed John.
“John, are you sure what’s happened to the Trods is the direct result of a planetary invasion?” Gillian asked.
“That’s more The Doctor’s theory than my own, but what else do you think could have caused such devastation?” asked John.
“Well, what if there was a rival Trod faction at work?” Gillian suggested, “It may have taken the Trods decades to discusses peaceful terms with their neighboring planets, but what if not all of them were in agreement? That faction could very well have gotten a hold of the weapons and staged some kind of coup. They could be lying in wait for us on the planet ready to take revenge for all the times we’ve stopped their advancements in the past”
John placed his hand on her shoulders, realizing she was getting into quite a state worrying about what might occur.
“Look, I’m sure The Doctor wouldn’t want us mulling over anything we’re not a hundred percent sure about, so let’s just leave him to think about the matter?”
“You needn’t be concerned about that John, I’ve taken all the time I need to reflect on this matter and I’ve decided to investigate further. We’re heading down to the planet” said The Doctor, springing up and placing the recorder back in his pocket.
He walked over to the far right of the TARDIS walls and pulled open one of the roundels, taking out a small device and displaying it to his grandchildren.
“What’s that Doctor?” asked Gillian.
“This Gillian is a blast meter, it will help us detect what kind of rocket or weapon laid waste to those Trods out there” The Doctor explained.
“I get it, if it’s not a Trod weapon, we’ll be able to determine the kind of danger the planet is in” Gillian replied
“If there is danger, will we report back to the senate?” asked John.
“Depends on what kind of danger we’re dealing with John, I have my suspicions, but hopefully that’s all they are” said The Doctor.
The TARDIS soon materialized on the planet’s torn and tarnished surface. The Doctor, John and Gillian stepped out of their trusty box and marched across the murky and muddy soil.
“Be careful, the explosions are bound to have weakened the foundations of the planet, the ground beneath our feet could crumble beneath you with even the slightest misstep” The Doctor cautioned.
The three travelers approached one of the fallen Trods, The Doctor placed the blast meter near it’s body and triggered it. The wait for results did not take up too much time.
The Doctor examined the blast meter, his face told a telling tale. One of clear cut dread. His suspicions from earlier appeared confirmed.
“This Trod has been destroyed by a very special kind of weapon” The Doctor revealed.
“What weapon?” asked John.
“An exterminator” The Doctor replied.
John’s face froze in horror.
“That can mean only one thing…” he said, though he could scarcely believe he was prepared to say it. He had only heard stories of these creatures from The Doctor, never encountered one for real.
There was time like the present it seemed, as all of a sudden all three were surrounded by them.
“The Daleks” The Doctor uttered.
“You are correct”, revealed the Supreme Dalek, “We have exterminated most if not all of the Trodos army. This planet is under Dalek control. You have fallen for our trap, as an enemy of The Daleks, you will be exterminated. EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINATE”
The Doctor held John and Gillian close to him as the Daleks closed in for the kill.
“Take careful aim, do not give our targets time to evade” the Black Dalek instructed.
“Doctor, can’t we do something?” asked John, trying his best to maintain some composure in light of the terrifying situation.
“I’m afraid this could well be our final end” The Doctor admitted.
Suddenly, and perhaps mercifully, the three could detect a distinct tremor beneath their feet, and soon the land on which they stood came away just as the Daleks opened fire.
“The ground, it must have been weakened by the Dalek’s bombardment of the planet” The Doctor theorized.
“A split second later, and those Dalek rays would have reduced us to cinders” Gillian spoke.
As the Daleks scrambled in an attempt to avoid getting caught up in the landslides, the three travelers took to exploring the spot in which they had landed. It appeared to be a vast corridor stretching for miles.
“This must lead to one of the Trod’s underground complexes” observed The Doctor.
“Luck be our escort tonight” John cheekily remarked.
“Keep down, there are still Daleks surrounding the crater formed by the landslide” The Doctor cautioned as one Dalek took aim at the three from above and opened fire, narrowly missing John as he ducked for cover.
“Can they do anything else from up there?” asked John.
“Not presently John, but it won’t be long before they find some other means of entering this complex. We must find the surviving Trods before they do” The Doctor explained, finding time to locate and dust off his hat, which had fallen off his head when all three of the travelers had fallen into the pit.
“Do you suppose it’s possible that there’s even the faintest sign of anything that’s not a Dalek lifeform?” asked Gillian as the three made their way down the corridor.
“My faith in races persevering in the wake of a total Dalek onslaught always seems to produce miraculous results” The Doctor assured her.
Up above, the Daleks regrouped and assessed the situation.
“Scour the area” demanded the Supreme Dalek firmly, “There must be an entrance to the underground city. We will pursue and exterminate”
The Doctor, John and Gillain eventually made their way to the end of the corridor to find themselves in a large complex surrounded by the surviving Trods.
“There’s no need for alarm my friends” The Doctor spoke, trying to assure his former enemies that in this instance he intended no harm towards them.
He showed them his credentials, the seal of the Galactic Federation, proving that he was on a mission of peace.
“We recognize this seal, and by association, though your appearance has changed, we acknowledge the presence of the one known as The Doctor” spoke the Trod Leader.
“Let us prepare. The Daleks will soon set themselves upon us, time is short” The Doctor cautioned.
He turned back towards the tunnel and stepped forward, he only managed a few meters before Gillian stormed over to him and blocked the entrance-way.
“Where are you heading off to?” she said, expressing concern and just a hint of annoyence that he was willing to jepordize himself.
“I’m going to scout back and alert you of when the Daleks will arrive, I will be fine, you needn’t worry” The Doctor revealed, trying to calm her.
“Seems I could never keep you still even when you were older” Gillian remarked.
“Older?” The Doctor said, almost offended.
“I mean younger..well..you were then, weren’t you? Even if you looked older” Gillian continued, not trying to confound herself but almost succeeding on that front.
“Now look child, it’s all quite clear from a linear point of view if not a physical point of view. I may grow old again, but neither in here nor out there” he said, pointing to his chest and then to the heavens above.
“As long as the universe and all it’s stories, all it’s splendor, stays fresh and enchants it’s inhabitants and invites it’s explorers, the mind with it’s capacity to learn will never run short of age or experience. We are of infinite growth, and so long as something can grow, it will stay young”
“Sounds like you’re preparing me to expect some kind of end if you don’t make it back” said Gillian.
The Doctor wiped a small tear from her cheek.
“Hope is just as important as growth too you know” he said.
With that, he headed back down the tunnel.
Gillian watched him go, her spirits remained considerably dampened and her fear of the Dalek presence high above them had not diminished despite The Doctor’s best effort to elevate her mood to a tolerable level.
“You fear for his life” voiced a Trod.
“It’s that obvious even to a machine?” asked Gillian.
She soon stopped this line of thinking in her tracks, believing it to beyond her place to say.
“My apologies, old habits given my experiences with your race” she said.
“Many have judged my race in the same manner, we are accustomed to it, we are out to prove something to the Galactic Federation. We look mechanical, but we have developed rationality, beneficial logic, we are not as cold and unfeeling as those who have bombarded our planet and left millions of us in ash and ruin”
“Things have sure changed since the Daleks came on the scene. I wonder how many more formerly cruel races will have turned their hands to acts of kindness as a response to their lack of mercy” Gillian mused.
Meanwhile, above the complex, the Daleks’ search for access to the city had proven fruitful.
“We have located an entrance-way” a Dalek lieutenant revealed to it’s supreme leader.
“We shall divide our numbers into specific squads and cover every corner of the city, we will soon corner our quarry. Upon doing so, all are to be exterminated” instructed the Dalek Supreme.
Observing the Dalek units as they searched the city was The Doctor, who was most impressed with the Trod’s ability to keep themselves concealed within the vast complex.
“They must be continually on the move, meaning I might not be able to relocate John or Gillian unless the Trods wish to be found” thought the intrepid Time Lord.
The Daleks soon grew frustrated as their search yielded no results, forcing them to change tactics.
“All Daleks will remain outside the city perimeter, one will enter the complex alone” ordered the Supreme.
As instructed, the lone Dalek entered the complex. It wasn’t long before The Doctor stumbled upon it, keeping close to the shadows so that he wouldn’t be immediately detected.
“One on One, a fair fight awaits, I couldn’t have asked for more” he thought, and swiftly made plans to ambush the Dalek.
The Doctor took his hat off and, with precise timing, darted out in front of the Dalek and threw it onto it’s eye stalk, blinding it.
“My vision is imperred, I cannot see” cried the Dalek helplessly.
The next phase of The Doctor’s plan involved his trusty recorder.
“If I can just patch a high-frequency sound through the Dalek’s audio channels, it will send it out of control” The Doctor said aloud, the Dalek too visually compromised to do much about it.
It’s fate was in it’s enemy’s hands.
The Doctor blew into his recorder, sending forth the frequency through the Dalek’s receptors. As expected, it spun feverishly across the floor,
“I have sustained serious damage! EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY” it cried, desperately trying to patch in to it’s fellow forces, but the commotion was too much.
“What a funny way to carry on” The Doctor said, taking pleasure in the Dalek’s great pains.
As it spun away into the distance, The Doctor was left alone with his conflciting thoughts on the triumph.
“Have I underestimated the Daleks? They never travel alone, what good does it serve them to send one unit in light of the surviving Trods…unless…”
The Doctor slapped himself hard on the forehead.
“You fool Doctor” he thought
The Doctor’s fears were soon proven valid, as the remainder of the Dalek forces swarmed in.
“You are indeed foolish Doctor, we theorized that you or the Trod survivors we seek would not be able to resist compromising your position to remove the threat of even one Dalek scout”
“I’ve played right into your hands, I only have myself to blame”
“Take aim” the Dalek task force leader commanded as it’s forces trained their weapons on the helpless Time Lord.
“At least the children are safe with the Trods” The Doctor though, thinking as always of John and Gillian’s well being.
“Fire” the Dalek ordered.
The Doctor hid behind his hat and braced himself for the end, only to find deathly silence.
He took a peek and found the Dalek firing squad in ruin, reduced to smoldering heaps of metal and singed genetic slop as the creatures stored inside their casing were left exposed and stricken.
The Doctor looked on in astonishment as the Trods moved into position, John and Gillian close behind him.
“You, I owe you my life” The Doctor uttered in elation.
“Follow us, we will show you a secret entrance that will take us back to the surface of Trodos” the lead Trod unit revealed.
Heading back towards the surface, the travelers and the Trods made their way to the location of the TARDIS, where they found a lone Dalek.
“Leave this to me, I’ll immobilize the Dalek” John said.
“How will you manage that?” Gillian asked.
“A little bit of practical ingenuity” John said, picking up a rock, sneaking up behind the Dalek and smashing it’s dome with it.
“There, I’ve got it all covered” John said in triumph.
“I have sustained critical damage, totally immobilized, activating distress beacon, all Daleks report to TARDIS” the Dalek unit uttered as it lay dying.
Gillian folded her arms and looked on at John, more than a little unimpressed.
“You have it all covered do you?” she remarked.
“Quick, to the TARDIS, the Daleks will be upon us in seconds” argued the Doctor, rushing his grandchildren into the ship.
The Doctor urged the Trod forces to join them.
“We must all get out of here” he insisted.
“It is too late and the Daleks are too great in number, you must return to the Galactic Federation and alert them of the Dalek expansion into this region of the sector” the lead Trod instructed.
The Doctor had no time to debate, and quickly headed into the ship as the Trod forces stood their ground and took on the Daleks as they arrived at their location.
Watching the battle unfold, John and Gillian held one another as they were exposed to the horrors of warfare, watching many of the Trods lose their lives battling their oppressors.
The Doctor could sense a rising anger inside of him.
“This is the last occasion I run from the Daleks, when our paths cross again I will find a way of ridding the universe of their evil forever. Theirs will be the final end”
With this mission firmly in his mind, the Doctor operated the controls and the TARDIS dematerialized from the surface of a torn and devastated Trodos.
When I first approached this edit, I wanted to try and make it appear like Ten did not go through the “he will knock four times” scenario and thus would not have to regenerate. I don’t think the final product was all that stellar, with terrible music cues leading to poor transitions and a rather dodgy narrative in places…so when remounting the project for inclusion on FE.Org, I thought it ought to be a simpler, less radical omnibus edit…which resulted in a much smoother product.
Gone is most of Part One, which has been reduced to just 45 minutes, and we open on Ten and Wilf talking in the cafe, with Ten (channeling RTD) rambling on about how regeneration/leaving the show feels like dying (thus preparing a whole generation of “woke” plebs to write off the show or grow to hate it instantly upon RTD and Tennant’s departure) , all you need to know is that Ten’s been on Earth for a while, and the mysterious connection Wilf has to him drew the two together….and we follow the scene through to it’s impactful conclusion with the reveal of Timothy Dalton’s Rassilon…and then the titles.
After that, we, like the TARDIS, take a step back through time and space to The Doctor being summoned to the Ood sphere and being informed of The Master’s resurrection…only we evade The Doctor and The Master’s encounters with homeless men and Minnie The Menace, and cut straight to The Doctor confronting the energy wielding Master in the quarry.
Three more edits after this, the first a simple joining of part one’s cliffhanger to Rassilon entering his chambers to discuss the perils of the Time War at the start of part two, followed by us skipping him learning about The Doctor and The Master locked in their struggle and learning of Earth. The reason for this is to tighten up the continuity ever so slightly, as it can be rather jarring that we go from Rassilon talking about how The Master would achieve glory for the Time Lords, only to then have their next scene be a flashback to how they learned precisely why. Luckily, I didn’t need to cut so much out of the war room meeting.
After this, it’s all of part two up to when The Doctor leaves Wilf at the church having given Donna Geoffrey Noble’s winning lottery ticket.
I never liked the idea of Ten going back to visit Rose in 2005, even if he kept to the shadows, it was one companion revisit too many and I don’t think The Doctor would want to reopen that void in his hearts knowing he got cucked by her and his doppelganger in “Journey’s End”
There is only one minor plot hole in the whole thing, and that was when Ten talks to Wilf about losing The Master at the quarry..but you can easily explain that away with what you didn’t get to hear at the cafe scene in the opening scene as the two got caught up on things.
This is a script I was commissioner to write by someone on FF.Net for his own Doctor Who fanfilm series. I’ve yet to hear back from this person and don’t even know if he filmed the episodes, so for now I’ve decided to put up the script so you at least know where it came from if you see it on Youtube eventually. Feel free to adapt it for your own fanfilm if need be.
WRITTEN BY DAVID BLYTH
[THE DOCTOR and his companion JESS SMITH are standing outside a building, keeping their gaze transfixed on the sky. The Doctor turns to his companion]
Is this how it starts?
What do you mean?
The day. It’s so regular. Usually by this time of the morning I’m off dozing the flames off of burnt stars, or clearing the throat of a singing cloud. Everything is normally an event…but this…
Not every day is one step out of the ordinary Doctor
I suppose not, but it must bore you
Well that’s why I’ve got you around don’t I?
And what if you didn’t have me?
I’ve thought about that in advance
Oh have you now?
I was thinking of maybe becoming an investigator when I’m older
Paranormal investigation I hope.
I think I’ll settle for the basic cases. I’d like to keep the life we have together exclusive to this portion of my life
[The Doctor hears a beeping sound, he takes out what appears to be a small device]
Ah, good timing
What’s going on?
Old friend of mine wants me to check in on something for them, come along, and do me a favour when we get there
Don’t look down
[The pair head towards the park]
What are we doing here then?
This is the center of a great web me and my friend set up decades ago
And what’s contained in the web?
Souls. And they’re not trapped, they’re lying in wait
Lying in wait for what?
The twin flames of Imax Five, one of the most hospitable races in the universe. They can carry up to two souls per body, the original being the one that brings balance to the ones they adopt.
So these souls waiting to be adopted…they come from Earth? Is this web where we go when we die?
Not exactly, this web preserves all the souls of humanity that were taken as a result of forces engaged in temporal incursions…souls that were never meant to die so early on in their lifetimes.
[Jess looks upset]
Anything the matter?
Just thinking about life back home. All the upheaval…I suppose you’re going to tell me all of that is meant to be too?
[The Doctor reacts to a small rumbling noise emitting all around them]
Jessica, remember what I told you
[Jess tilts her head up]
Yeah, yeah, don’t look down, but I can’t help feeling down you know?
No, no, you must resist this train of thought
Why not? I don’t want anything triggering a rejection of the Good Friday accords, imagine if my country was seen as an international threat again…
Jess, I don’t like giving orders, but you’re really pushing me right now
[There is a loud thunderous crash, similar to that of a lightning strike]
[Jess turns her back to him, rubbing her eyes gently, then stiffens like a rock before turning back around, her eyes glazed over, trance-like]
Jess is not here right now
To whom am I speaking?
You may address me as Rena Maxwell
I warned her not to look down…as in feel down, I should have been specific about the nature of the souls…they all died feeling negative impulses, things left unfinished, unsaid. Anyone within the surrounding area feeling as badly as Jess did will have become perfect prey for those souls strong enough to reach forth from the Imax web and possess them.
[The Doctor approaches the possessed Jess]
I demand you relinquish control of my companion at once
On one condition…I request an audience with Quentin Cade, my partner
No, I will not permit others to enter this location. This place is protected
Then you shall be his host
And if I refuse?
I will take your companion with me in my walk across this world, and you shall never set eyes upon us again
[THE DOCTOR stands before the possessed companion JESS as RENA MAXWELL demands he surrender his own mind to her partner]
You are wasting time
I never waste a moment through time as I walk through it
Cease delaying and provide my partner with a vessel
I can only do that by giving in my own insecurities, my own fears
Yes, I can read your companion’s mind…she knows things about you, that you have such hidden fears, you don’t show it, but there is pain in your voice…so much you have suppressed
No, I will not give in
You must otherwise your companion shall never be with you again…it is the thought of that which drives you to despair now
[The Doctor shakes violently, he puts his hands to his head, he lets out a deafening roar of defiance, and then stiffens. He is ridged, just as Jess was before possession]
Is it done?
[The Doctor’s eyes snap open. He has become possessed by Rena’s partner QUENTIN]
Quentin, it’s you
This man’s mind resists my own, is this…natural?
It is expected of reluctant hosts, yes.
What is it you wish of me?
I need to be assured. I am…scared.
Why? We will have new life on IMAX Five
I know, but it will mean leaving this place behind…friends I’ve known, family I’ve loved
[Jess swiftly takes over again]
And what of me? I have family too, my sister, friends in my country…I worry for them too
[Jess and Rena argue. Two minds. One body]
How are you resisting me?
Remember what The Doctor said…don’t look down, don’t feel down. Possession is a two way circus where this is concerned
Mind your own business
My body, my business
[The Doctor briefly reasserts control]
That’s it Jess, channel your energies
Maybe it’s time you started looking up, see the positives that can come from seeking out new opportunities. Maybe once you adjust, you can visit your family and let them know you’re alright
In dreams. You can bestow upon them an invisible touch…a touch that brings with it hope and clarity. Maybe if you give them instructions to come here, a map fresh in their minds. The web will remember their presence, their connection, and it will gather their souls when the time has come to peacefully loosen from the grip of this mortal coil
I have your word on it?
Of course, a time lord’s word is his bond.
My sins won’t find punishment in due time will they?
Everyone forgives in time
Very well, I shall wait. WE shall wait.
Yes, we will
[Both The Doctor and Jess shake slightly, then gradually regain their bearings]
Jess, are you ok?
I feel fine now Doctor, Rena is gone
She and Quentin have returned to the web…come on, it’s best we left
I’m sorry if I let everything cave in on me earlier Doc
It’s fine…this is how you end the day, with a lesson learned in your life
Won’t your friend be curious about what happened today?
I think it’s best we leave this little altercation out of my report to her…she doesn’t like ghost stories
Not a believer in spirits is she? She probably thinks it’s all alien
You’d be surprised at what Sarah Jane Smith believes in
So long as she believes in you the way I do, we’re fine
“We picked the mystery box…hop in”
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I put together a version of this in the past, but with a little more experience and a few new ideas, I’ve chosen to revisit it. Think of this one as the “Page One Edit”, named so because we get to find out just what “page one” and that whole deal with the leaf was all about before the episode ends, rather than wait for a filler pre-titles when you reach Rings of Akaten.
You might think I’m robbing Clara of any and all intrigue by tossing in her origin at the very end of this episode, but not only does her character have very little of that to begin with (as well as any sort of trait to go along with it), I thought it makes for a nice little subversion of the triumphant way the original cut ends, with The Doc having gained a new companion and the thrill of new adventure and mystery on the horizon. Here, he solves the mystery and is utterly perplexed by it. I think that serves as a better ending…don’t leave it with the feeling the Doctor WILL get to the bottom of things, point out very clearly that he CAN’T.
A mystery The Doctor can’t solve makes us worry, and makes us wonder. That is how you kick off a new series of adventures, that is what we call a jumping on point.
In addition to the new ending, I’ve gone in and added the prequel minisode from the series seven DVD as part of the pre-titles. While it’s a little too on-the-nose and doesn’t add much, I still think it’s a nice refresher course if you’re not too familiar with this stretch of the series or Clara.
A few scenes have been rearranged too. Clara accessing the wi-fi now comes before the helpless man’s ominous warning to the internet community, and I removed the whole talk about the Woman Twice Dead and The Doctor’s madness to better seaugeway into him receiving the phone call.