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3.12 The Sound of Drums

 

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That was FANTASTIC! I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard at the bad guy. And now… on to the review! With a lot of transcribed conversations again. *grin*

I’ve decided that I love the Master. I adore bad guys that make me laugh. And he most certainly fits the bill.

Opening: As I predicted at the end of my last review, the Doctor and entourage were able to get out of Utopia without much of an issue. Popped right back into 2007, easy peasy.

Jack: Still, least we made it. Earth. 21st century by the looks of it. Haha, talk about lucky.
Doctor: That wasn’t luck, that was me.

Of course, I knew it’d be you, Doctor. The sonic screwdriver can do anything!! (except open a dead-lock seal, but… moving on!)

Regeneration: Martha asked the question. Hurray! And Jack answered. But does she realize that the Doctor has done this as well? Many many times? *grin*

Doctor, He’s the Prime Minister… and His Wife:

Martha: That was the voice of Harold Saxon!
Doctor: That’s him. He’s the Prime Minister. The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain! The Master and his wife!!

Yes, Doctor. The Master and his wife! He’ll marry his blonde companion! And kiss her in public too! *grin*

Master: What this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor.

*squee* Oh boy, he taunts! Because what is the point of overthrowing a planet without a bit of a fight. No fun in that.

Cabinet Meeting: The new Prime Minister is funny! Funny is like this… *funny face*… not funny is like this… *mad face*… right now, I’m not like … *funny face*… I’m like… *mad face*… *starts giggling*

Master: This is your reward. *puts on gas mask*
Albert: Excuse me, Prime Minister, do you mind me asking what is that?
Master: *mumbles in gas mask* Gas mask.
Albert: I beg your pardon.
Master: *takes off gas mask* It’s a gas mask. *grins and puts it back on*
Albert: Yes, but, um, why are you wearing it?
Master: *mumbles in gas mask* Oh, because of the gas.
Albert: I’m sorry?
Master: *takes off gas mask* Because of the gas!
Albert: What gas?
Master: *mumbles in gas mask* This gas. *gas starts filling room*
Albert: *gasping for air like everyone else* You’re insane!
Master: *two thumbs way up* *starts drumming*

Oh… how I laughed and laughed and laughed. Oh, the arrogance! And arrogance at his own brilliance! Now, this is an evil genius! So far, he’s fantastic!

Martha’s Flat: Jack tries to call Torchwood. Sorry, no answer. It’s only been 4 days. Wow. And look… it’s been 4 days and she has 24 messages on her machine? Boy, she’s quite popular, eh? Has no one missed her? *laugh* Tish got a new job, and Martha blows it off like it doesn’t matter. Oh, Martha, Martha… haven’t you learned… everything matters when you travel with the Doctor.

Lucy Saxon: What about the wife? … the power behind the throne. Indeed, I’m quite curious about that myself. *grin*

Tish… I used to like you, but you seem completely useless. You let everyone push you around. Don’t do that. Stand up for yourself!

Saxon’s Website: I love the BBC! Not only is various Vote Saxon websites everywhere, but the one that they are getting all the information on in the episode http://www.haroldsaxon.co.uk, is available to look at yourself. And I invite you to do so, as it is quite a fun read. *grin* I love the FAQs. Ah… mention of the Runaway Bride… Jack, if you knew he was there, why didn’t you find him then?

Mesmerized the Country: Really? The Master could mesmerize everyone? *hehe* I can certainly see how that happened. *grin* And of course he came in just after the downfall of Harriet Jones. Oh, Doctor… maybe it wasn’t so wise to bring her down with only six words. Now look what happened!

Mrs. Saxon History: But I’ve got plenty of research on you… there’s good family, Rodean, not especially bright, but essentially harmless.

Ah, interesting history there. She says, the thing is, I made my choice… Anyone else waiting for “a long time ago”?

To which the Master replies, My faithful companion.

Is it just me, or was this purposely put here to make the analogy of Lucy is to the Master as Rose is to the Doctor?

Screaming Behind the Door: I’m sorry, but this made me laugh so much as well. Standing there, continually opening and closing the door to hear the screaming of the poor lady.

And Lucy is sooo in this with him. For better or for worse. And you know what? He seems to have an affection for her as well. I expected it to all be a ploy in order to get to power, and I’m sure part of it is… but he seems to actually like her. I wonder if he will end up turning on her.

Hypnotic: He always sounded good, like you could trust him. Well, as his website states: Harold Saxon. The man you can trust! Of course, the sound of drums certainly helps as well.

Prime Minister’s Address: Our lord and master is speaking to his kingdom…

Flashback time!! First, the Raxicorricofallapatorians with their fake landing through Big Ben, Sycorax over London, then the Cybermen, followed by the Racnoss…

And then Lucy crosses her fingers. Why? I don’t get that part.

The Aliens: Sound like the Gelth! Guess they would when you use the same actress’ voice. *grin*

And they are coming tomorrow… to every man, woman, and child. Every teacher, and chemist, and lorry driver, and farmer, oh, and I don’t know, every medical student…

Oh no! Someone knows about you, Martha! Not good! Nice dynamite on the telly… blowing up the telly, now that’s just rude!

Martha’s Pissed Off: She’s not listening to you anymore, Doctor. Not only has her flat been blown up, but she’s worried about her family. And quite right too, as her horrid mother has been helping them out. Traveling with the Doctor has risks. Lots of risks.

Martha’s Family: Oh, the Master is smart. Very smart. Using humans’ emotional connection to others in order to get what he wants. Brilliant evil genius. And, it is certainly working on her.

Doctor/Master Conversion: *sigh* What fanfic this will spawn, I don’t even want to know…

Doctor: I’m here.
Master: Doctor.
Doctor: Master.
Master: I like it when you use my name.

Oh man… are you trying to have people go crazy with the fanfic? I so don’t want to think of that! *laugh*

Doctor: You chose it. It’s a psychiatrist’s field day.
Master: As you chose yours. The man who makes people better. How sanctimonious is that?
Doctor: So… Prime Minister, then.
Master: I know! It’s good, isn’t it?

*giggles* I’m sorry… the Master’s funny.

Doctor: Who are those creatures? ‘cause there’s no such thing as the Toclafane, that’s just a made up name like the bogey man.

Hold on, the boe-ge-man? *hehe* That’s funny… I never heard of the bo-ge-man, just the boog-ge-man.

Master: Do you remember all those fairytales about the Toclafane when we were kids? Back home. Where is it, Doctor?
Doctor: Gone.
Master: How can Gallifrey be gone?

Well, you see… there was this Time War. Maybe you’ve heard of it?

Doctor: It burnt.
Master: And the Time Lords?

Were you not paying attention when you regenerated? He said you were the last two left!

Doctor: Dead. And the Daleks. More or less.

You can say that again!

Doctor: What happened to you?
Master: The Time Lords only resurrected me because they knew I’d be the perfect warrior for a Time War. I was there when that Dalek Emperor took control of the Cruciform (sp?). I saw it. I ran. I ran so far. Made myself human so they would never find me. Because… I was so scared.
Doctor: I know.
Master: All of them? But not you. Which must mean…
Doctor: I was the only one who could end it. And I tried, I did, I tried everything.
Master: What did it feel like though? Two almighty civilizations, burning. Oh, tell me how did that feel?
Doctor: Stop it!
Master: You must have been like God.
Doctor: I’ve been alone ever since. But not anymore. Don’t you see, all we’ve got is each other.
Master: Are you asking me out on a date?

Oh, Doctor… it was better when you were alone. I don’t think you can save him. Is it better to be the last of the Time Lords instead of the having to be saving the world from the only other one left?

Doctor: You could stop this right now, we could leave this planet. We could fly across the constellations if that’s what you want, but not on Earth.
Master: Too late.
Doctor Why do you say that?
Master: The drumming. Can’t you hear it? I thought it would stop. But it never does. Never ever stops. Inside my head. The drumming, Doctor, the constant drumming.
Doctor: I can help you, please, let me help.
Master: It’s everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come… the drums.
Doctor: What have you done? Tell me how you’ve done this. What are those creatures? Tell me!
Master: Oh look, you’re on TV!
Doctor: Stop it! Answer me!
Master: No, really, you’re on the telly! You and your little band! Which, by the way, is ticking every demographic box. So congratulations on that! So there you are!

You can see the whole news clip at Saxon’s website. The ringleader goes under the name of the Doctor with his associates Martha Jones and Jack Harkness, who also identifies himself as the Captain. See the clip for more of it.

Master: Hehe, you’re public enemies number one, two, and three. Oh, and you can tell handsome Jack that I’ve sent his little gang off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas, so you won’t be getting any help from them. Now go on, off you go, why not start by looking towards the right.
Doctor: He can see us. *sonics the camera off*
Master: Oh, you public menace! Better start running. Go on, RUN!

Oh, what a painful reminder of the beginning… that’s what the Doctor always has to do. RUN!

Doctor: *to Jack and Martha* He’s got control of everything.
Martha: What do we do?
Jack: We’ve got nowhere to go.
Martha: Doctor, what do we do?
Master: Run, Doctor! Run for your life!
Doctor: We run.

Teletubbies: Freak me out! They always have, I can’t watch them. Which is why it is so perfect that the Master seems to enjoy them so much. *hehe* Telly in their tummies…

Toclafane: We have to escape, because it’s coming, sir, the darkness. The never ending darkness. The terrible terrible cold, we have to run and run and run. Pity the Gelth… I mean the Toclafane. *laugh* Do you think the Master constructed these mechanical houses in order for them to come here? Think about it… say there were, oh, about six billion of them… in need of dead bodies. Can’t call them the Gelth since the Doctor would then know exactly who they were and how to defeat them. It would also take quite a large amount of power to let them in since the Rift was closed to them. They already have the voice… oh boy, I think I just convinced myself. I’m gonna be disappointed if they aren’t the Gelth.

Martha’s Family: I’m talking about my brother on the run, how did this happen? You see… you started traveling with the man that has the most enemies in the known universe. And enemy number one has learned quite a bit about humans, and is going to use whatever he can.

History:

Jack: So, Doctor, who is he? How come the ancient society of Time Lord created a psychopath?
Martha: And what is he to you, like a colleague or…
Doctor: Friend at first.
Martha: Thought you were going to say he was your secret brother or something.
Doctor: You’ve been watching too much TV.

*snickers* So have we all!

Oh, and what a description…

Doctor: Used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavor, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below. Swore never to interfere. Only to watch. Children of Gallifrey, taken from their families at the age of eight, to go to the Academy. Some say that’s where it all began. When he was a child. That’s when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the untempered schism, it’s a gap in the fabric of reality, for which could be seen the whole of the vortex. We stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired, some would run away, and some would go mad.
Martha: And what about you?
Doctor: Oh, the one to run away. I never stopped!

Running, running, running, and sometimes we hopped. Remember hopping for your life? Back when he was happy? *sniff*

Torchwood: Oh, yeah, by the way, Jack works there. In your honor, Doctor. No wonder the Doctor is not very happy… Torchwood made him lose Rose, and Jack rebuilt it… in his honor? That’s interesting to take in, eh? Oh, and the website www.dailyexamineronline.co.uk doesn’t exist. Thanks a lot, BBC! *laugh*

Perception Filter: Here we go… let’s remember last year with the sending them back to hell and the void stuff. But now it’s the ‘fighting back’ and the perception filter.

And Doctor… really? Oh, I know what it’s like, it’s like when you fancy someone and they don’t even know you exist. That’s what it’s like.

Is he really that daft? Seriously? Her whole little confession in Family of Blood really went completely over his head? Or is he just an insensitive twit? I’m going to go with the former, ‘cause it’s easier for me to believe he’s really that daft.

President Winters: So we have a President Winters now, eh? He must come in late during the primary. And the Master’s conversion? *hehe* Again, he’s awesomely funny. Sarcastically annoying to the President, and understandably so… but I am just loving him. I know, that’s kinda evil.

Hold on, the UN can remove Saxon from office? How is that possible? He was voted in by the people of Britain. Don’t they get a say in their own elected officials? You know, never minding the fact that he’s sorta brainwashed them into it…

The Master zips his lips closed… and Lucy is getting such a kick out of it. I guess he’s like this at home as well. *grin* Ah, to be married to the greatest psychopath in the universe.

Master: So America is completely in charge?
Winters: Since Britain elected an ass, yes.

They can say that on TV? *hehe*

Travel: *hehe* Not only is it a vortex manipulator, but for no extra charge, the Doctor throws in a teleport as well! Gotta love what a sonic screwdriver can do. *grin*

On Board the Valiant: Again with the snarky Master. Anything I can do? I could make the tea, or is that not American enough? I don’t know, I could make grits. What are grits anyway?

Um, good question. I’ve never had grits. But, I live in New England, and grits are in the South. *grin*

And the Master designed the place… hmmm, wonder if that’s going to play out next week. And just look at Lucy as he says this. She’s devoted to him! What a power couple!

The TARDIS: Oh no… I knew something was wrong the moment they walked in… she’s red. He’s cannibalized the TARDIS. NO!!! Leave the old girl alone! Oh, that’s it… I’m not liking you so much anymore, Master. You don’t mess with the TARDIS!! It’s a paradox machine?

Jelly Baby: *giggles* Time Lords and their snacks. Even I know this one, and I’m not an old school fan yet.

Newscasters: Gotta love it. The British telly says that Saxon invites Winters to give the address. American TV? Well, the ticker states: Prime Minister Saxon forced into an embarrassing climbdown as President Winters is asked to represent…

Um, climbdown? Who uses the word ‘climbdown’?

President-Elect: Arthur Coleman Winters, President-Elect of the United States of America. Hold on… President-Elect? Excuse me, that means he’s not president yet. He wouldn’t be the one showing up, the lame duck president would be.

The Master’s Appeal: *hehe* I love this! Oh, alright then, it’s me! Ta-da! Ahaha, sorry, sorry, I have this affect, people just get obsessed. Is it the smile? Is it the aftershave? Is it the capacity to laugh at myself? Who knows, it’s crazy!

*hehe* He called the ‘President-Elect’ masquerading as a President, Uncle Sam. That cracks me up.

Wow, that was a quick death. He made the reporter scream and scream… but maybe there needed to be a more dramatic display for the world.

Laser Screwdriver: *gasp* His screwdriver is bigger than the Doctor’s! And it’s laser instead of sonic! And he aged the Doctor! Well, that’s just rude.

Toclafane: If I told you the truth, you hearts would break. Now, what does that mean? Could it still be the Gelth? Down you go, kids. Oh, I don’t like the sound of that…

Here Come the Drums: Oh my-lanta… he set it to Voodoo Child? That is just so… him. Awesome. *laugh* And there’s Lucy, dancing to the music. Perfect.

Paradox Machine: Looks like it opened the fabric of reality. This is not good. Martha transports down to the planet… now she’ll have to save the world.

Comparing Himself to God: Oh great… So it came to pass, that the human race fell, and the Earth was no more. And I looked down upon my new dominion as master of all, and I thought it… good.

You can’t save him, Doctor… you can’t.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Martha Jones, it’s all up to you now. You’ve gotta save the planet!

 

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