But I Met The Doctor Once

Ian Marter

The fourth Doctor talks about the friend who played companion Harry Sullivan at the Time Quest convention, Barking Abbey School, London, 2009

"...oh yeah, yeah --

Well, he really was an absolute Darling --

and, uh, he shouldn't have died, but he did; 

I do remember you know that sometimes at

rehearsal he had a 10 kind of oh virent

diabetes that suddenly if he didn't eat

things or whatever it was he'd suddenly

get terribly irrational and um and then

someone give him a biscuit or a bite of

a marsbar and suddenly he seemed better

uh and then I think he was living alone

at the time and I always thought that

you know to go home with that kind of

illness feeling a bit down or whatever

it was was a terrible terrible waste

because he was a kind man you know Not

only was he gifted but he was kind and

that's a that's a wonderful combination

to be gifted and kind and um and he

adored his children and his wife M and

but they weren't together at that time

and and he came home one night know

maybe had a couple of Dr Bass and the

next thing is he he was in a coma and of

course a terrible he wasn't discovered

at time but I only have War memories of

him and presumably all a peaceful way to

die one Longs for a peaceful death you

know uh when I was a boy in early in the

last Millennium I us we used to say this

prayer you know for for a peaceful de

little children yeah little children

were praying for a peaceful day it's

incredible --

isn't it absolutely

incredible because you know I going as

an actor some noce already I was I was

What's called the

Thor I think it's called something else

chur but it's a a little machine that

burns

incets big piece of charcoal like that

and high quality insect smoke everywhere

and of course I didn't realize I was

snipping it like a lunatic I mean I was

abely sorting this bloody incense I was

hallucinating early on you know we used

to used to carry on like that the whole

time uh with this this idea of choking

incense and smell of uh of very very

rich cand it was absolutely marvelous

absolutely marvelous and that got me

into my love of funerals because I'm

talking about the days you know before

penilla but people used to die real

quick you know you have a nail in your

shoe on a Friday go to a dance on a

Saturday to see on a

Sunday me young conerts by Monday you

die on a Tuesday and you are buried

following

Thursday amazing Charlie was here

dancing with me doing that and he de so

I us funeral because you know flu and uh

scarlet fever and measles and things

like that I used to go sometimes three

or four a

day I mean one dose of FL would knock

out all the other wom in the

street and there was I swinging like

that

is bomed out of my

brains and then an amazing thing

happened I quick you got

lives he said uh one day I it was so

cold and it was about my fourth funeral

with no food you know because they also

the Catholic church was very interested

in children

starving so everyone else could have a

meal but not the children you swinging

because they were feeding on Bloody

incense anyway it was so cold I remember

shivering unly and all covering snot and

tears with the pain and when it was

ended you used to sometimes get a thy

bit you don't know what it was a small

coin uh but this day because of my S I

guess a fellow touched my hand very

unusual and slipped a half crown

was called half a dollar I couldn't

believe it you know I never actually

held a half dollar I've discovered it

afterwards and then I realized he

thought he was giving me a half dollar

because he thought I was weeping in

sympathy for his old mother who just

died flu at the age of

111 and I was corrupted TR so fra I was

corrupted instantly and after that the

next funeral day after day after day

there I was you know sobbing like a

professional while while the other

little boys were getting big I was

getting two Shilling pieces Inc that's

where I learned to

so and got going maybe that was the

beginning of my life on actor really and

was fing an emotional yes I can't that

question

This is Our Concern, Dude.

This is Our Concern, Dude.

Your Own Death and How To Cope With It

 

Your own death and how to cope with it

ONE

'DESCRIBE, USING DIAGRAMS WHERE APPROPRIATE, THE EXACT CIRCUMSTANCES LEADING TO YOUR DEATH.'

Saunders had been Dead for almost two weeks now and, so far, he hadn't enjoyed a minute of it. What he wasn't enjoying at this particular moment was having to wade through the morass of forms and legal papers he'd been sent to complete by The Department of Death and Deceaseds' Rights.

It was all very well receiving a five-page booklet entitled : Your Own Death and How To Cope With It. It was all very well attending counselling sessions with The Ship's Metaphysical-psychiatrist, and being told about The Nature of Being and Non-Being, and some other gunk about this guy who was in A Cave, but didn't know it was A Cave until he left. The thing was, Saunders was An Engineer, not A Philosopher - and the way he saw it, You were either Dead or You were Alive. And if you were Dead, you shouldn't be forced to fill in endless incomprehensible forms, and other related nonsensica.

You shouldn't have to return your birth certificate, to have it invalidated. You shouldn't have to send off your completed Death certificate, accompanied by a passport-size photograph of your corpse, signed on the back by your coroner.

When you're Dead, you should be Dead. The bastards should leave you alone.

If Saunders could have picked something up, he would have picked something up and hurled it across the grey metal room. But he couldn't.

Saunders was a hologram. He was just a computer generated simulation of his former self., he couldn't actually touch anything, except for his own hologramatic body. He was a phantom made of light. A software ghost.

Quite honestly, he'd had enough.

Saunders got up, walked silently across the metal-grilled floor of his sleeping quarters and stared out of the viewport window.

Far away to his right was the bright multi-coloured ball of Saturn, captured by its rainbow rings like a prize in a gigantic stellar hoop-la game. Twelve miles below him, under the plexiglass dome of the terraformed colony of Mimas, half the ship's crew were on planet leave.

No planet leave for Saunders.

No R & R for the dead.

He caressed his eyelids with the rough balls of his fingers, then glanced back at the pile: the mind-bogglingly complicated Hologramatic Status application form; accident claims; pension funds; bank transfers; house deeds. They all had to be completed so his wife, Carole - no, his widow, Carole - could start a new life without him.

When he'd first signed up, they both understood he would be away from Earth for months on end, and, obviously, things could happen; mining in space was dangerous. That was why the money was so good.

'If anything happens to me,' he'd always said, 'I don't want you to sit around, mourning.' Protests. 'I want you to meet someone else, someone terrific, and start a new life without me.

What a stupid, fat, dumb thing to say! The kind of stupid, fat, dumb thing only a living person would ever dream of saying.

Because that's what she was going to do now.

Start a new life - without him.

Fine, if he was dead dead. If he'd just taken delivery of his shiny new ephemeral body and was wafting around in the ether on the next plane of existence - fine.

Even if there was no life after death, and he totally ceased to be - then again, absolutely fine.

But this was different. He was dead, but he was still here. His personality had been stored on disc, and The Computer had reproduced him down to the tiniest detail; down to his innermost thoughts.

This wasn't The Deal. He wanted her to start a new life when he was gone, not while he was still here. But of course, that's what she'd do. That's what she had to do. You can't stay married to a dead man. So even though she loved him dearly, she would, eventually, have to start looking for someone else.

And ... she would sleep with him.

She would go to bed with him. And, hell, she would probably enjoy it.

Even though she still loved Saunders.

She would, wouldn't she? She would meet Mr Terrific and have a physical relationship.

Probably in his bed.

His bed. Their marital bed. His bed!

Probably using the three condoms he knew for a fact he had left in the bedside cabinet.

The ones he'd bought for a joke.

The flavoured ones.

His mind ran amok, picturing a line of lovers standing, strawberry-sheathed, outside his wife's bedroom.

No!' screamed Saunders, involuntarily. 'Noooooo!'

Hologramatic tears of rage and frustration welled up in Saunders' eyes and rolled hologramatically down his cheeks. He smashed his fist down onto the table.

The fist passed soundlessly through the grey metal desk top, and crashed with astonishing force into his testicles.

As he lay in a foetal position, squealing on the floor, he wished he were dead.

Then he remembered he already was.

Saunders didn't know it but, twelve miles below, on the Saturnian moon of Mimas, Flight Coordinator George McIntyre was about to solve all his problems.

She Won't Go Quietly

Alien: Covenant | She Won’t Go Quietly | 20th Century FOX

Aboard the Covenant, Daniels goes about her daily routine — relaxing in her quarters, eating breakfast (and complaining about the bland oatmeal on offer) and playing poker with Tennessee, Faris and Ledward. When MU-TH-UR suddenly falls silent during their game, Daniels realises something is wrong. Learning that a Praetomorph is aboard the vessel, she has the computer seal all of the ship's internal doors, rushes to the armory to retrieve a shotgun, stocks up on essential medical supplies, and goes to hunt the creature down. Asking MU-TH-UR where it is located, the computer informs Daniels that the Praetomorph is "four meters above you". 

At that moment, the creature emerges from an overhead conduit and Daniels takes aim.

Release

The video was originally released on May 5, 2017 through YouTube,[2] as part of the viral marketing campaign for Alien: Covenant.

Behind the scenes

The video is notable in that (unlike the majority of the promotional short films created for Alien: Covenant) the events it depicts are incongruous with the film, and thus it clearly cannot exist within the same continuity — aside from the fact Daniels' actions in combating the Praetomorph aboard the Covenant differ from those seen in the movie, it also features the characters Faris and Ledward, both of whom die on Planet 4 long before a Praetomorph gets loose aboard the colony ship. In this respect, it is similar to the promotional tie-in Alien: Covenant x Audi lunar quattro, which likewise depicts events that contradict the continuity of the feature film.

Mouths

If you look at the mature 

form of The Xenomorph,

it’s ALL MOUTH — even though 

we are made to understand that 

it no-longer actually 

Has to Survive 

by Eating  People.

Geiger was obsessed with

the image of a mouth,

a mouth with teeth and without eyes, such as are found 

in the nightmarish hellscapes of 

Heironymous Bosch —

You see this also 

in Red Dragon, with 

Francis Dolarhyde, 

The Tooth Fairy.

A mouth that bites, 

but cannot see,

that eats, blindly, 

but cannot speak —

In particular, he took direct

 inspiration from a triptych 

painted by Francis Bacon 

in the aftermath of 

The Imagery of World War II and The Concentration Camp System 

entitled (and he was an atheist), 

Three Figures Descending 

at The Foot of 

The Cruxifixction.  

In The Shining, to the best of My Recollection,

Jack Torrance is never shown 

or seen eating, except once 

in a bedroom mirror, when 

Wendy wakes him up with a full, 

cooked breakfast in bed —

Whereas Danny is seen eating 

a peanut-butter & jelly sandwich, 

and then later some chocolate ice-cream, and

Wendy, Darling is seen to have 

prepared him a (VERY) late Breakfast 

of Toast and Eggs (sunny side up), 

Jack is never shown 

actually eating them —

Much like Bruce Wayne, 

he forgets to eat all the time, 

and ignores food when in His Cave.

Which really does play into the whole Minotaur angle,

because in that interpretation, if The Overlook 

is His Labyrinth / Mind, with His Wife and Son 

unwittingly trapped inside of it, 

then that would certainly follow, 

seeing as how that would make 

the both of them sacrifices sent in 

by those outside to provide 

for  him some fresh food.

Wendy, Darling :

Boy — We must really be high up.

The Air feels so different.

Jack :

Mm-hm.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Dad?

Jack :

Yes?

Danny, Champion of The World :

I'm Hungry…

Jack :

Well, you should've 

eaten Your Breakfast.

Wendy, Darling :

We'll get you something

as soon as we get to The Hotel.

[ Chocolate Ice Cream. ]

Danny, Champion of The World :

Okay, Mom.

Wendy, Darling :

Wasn't it around here that

The Donner Party got snowbound?

Jack :

…No, I think that 

was farther West, 

in The Sierras.

Wendy, Darling :

Oh.

Danny, Champion of The World :

What was The Donner party?

Jack :

They were a party of settlers in covered wagon times.

They got snowbound one winter in the mountains.

They had to resort to cannibalism

in order to Stay Alive.

Danny, Champion of The World :

You mean, They 

ate each other up?

Jack :

They had to! — in 

order To Survive.

Wendy, Darling :

Jack, don't --

Danny, Champion 

of The World :

Don't worry, Mom.

I know all about 

Cannibalism. 

I saw it on TV.

Jack :

Y'See...?, It's okay —

He saw it on 

The Television.

JJACK :

Slow night, 

Mr. Torrance.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Not for long, 

I imagine.

JJACK : 

You're a Whiskey Man, 

are you not?

Danny, Champion of The World :

I was, most of the time.

JJack : 

On The House.

Danny, Champion of The World :

This was Your Brand.

Jack Daniel's.

I used to see the bottles in Our Home.

Our real home, before all this.

I smelled one once. It smelled like 

something on fire, which 

I suppose it was.

JJack : 

I'm afraid you've confused 

me with Someone Else.

It's Lloyd.

Danny, Champion of The World :

— Lloyd.

JJack :

I apologise, Mr. Torrance.

I don't know where everyone 

is, but it'll pick up.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Oh, I know where they are.

And you're right... it'll pick up.

JJack : 

If you don't mind my saying, 

Mr. Torrance, you seem... 

put upon.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Put upon?

JJack : 

Ain't that the way.

Man just living his life, 

trying to Do His Work;

He gets put upon.

Pulled into other 

people's problems.

I see it all the time, if you 

don't mind my saying.

Danny, Champion of The World :

So we lived in Florida.

JJack : 

I'm sorry?

Danny, Champion of The World :

Mom and I.

JJack : 

I'm afraid I don't know who you mean.

Danny, Champion of The World :

We never wanted to see snow again, 

so we lived in Florida.

Tiny place, but it was comfortable, 

and we were happy.

I mean, we were grieving.

We were traumatised, 

but there was happiness too.

She... She would look away.

She'd look at me, but she'd always 

look away after a second or two.

It took me a while to notice it.

But after The Overlook, she wouldn't 

look me in the eyes, not for long.

Couldn't figure it out.

But it... It was you.

She saw your eyes in me, and 

she'd have to look away.

It tortured her to have to do that.

So, I fixed it.

I fixed it for her, and it was 

the last time I ever used it.

So that she wouldn't see you anymore 

when she looked at me.

I was 20 when she died.

And back then, I saw when 

someone was gonna die.

I saw flies. Black flies.

"Death flies," I called them, circling people's faces.

And in those last weeks, she was covered...

Her whole face.

I could barely see her eyes.

And I... I tried to comfort her, but 

I could hardly look at her.

And she saw that.

She just lay there dying, with her son 

who couldn't look at her.

JJack : 

Maybe something warm to push 

away such unpleasantries.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Don't you wanna hear about it? 

She was your wife.

JJack : 

I think you've mistaken 

me for Someone Else.

I'm just A Bartender. 

Danny, Champion of The World :

Oh, yeah?

Just Lloyd The Bartender, pouring 

joy at The Overlook Hotel.

JJack : 

I'll pour whatever you 

like, Mr. Torrance.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Oh, Dad…..

This drink will cost 

an awful lot.

JJack : 

Your money is no good here.

Orders from The House.

Danny, Champion of The World :

It'll cost more than money.

It'll cost me eight years.

Eight behind me, and 

who knows how many 

in front of me.

JJack : 

Your Credit is fine, 

Mr. Torrance.

Danny, Champion of The World 

Man takes A Drink, 

The Drink takes A Drink, and then 

The Drink takes A Man.

Ain't it so, Dad?

JJack : 

Medicine.

Medicine is What It Is.

Bona fide cure-all.

Depression, stress, remorse, 

failure, wipes it all away.

The Mind is A Blackboard.

And this is The Eraser.

A Man tries.

He provides.

But he's surrounded 

by mouths.

That eat, and scream, 

and cry, and nag.

So, he asks for one thing, 

just one thing for him.

To warm him up...to take 

the sting out of those days 

of the mouths, eating, 

and eating, and eating 

everything he makes, 

everything he has.

And A Family.

A Wife, A Kid.

Those mouths eat Time.

They eat Your Days on Earth.

They just gobble them up.

It's enough to make 

A Man sick.

And this... is 

The Medicine.

So, tell me, pup —

Are you gonna take 

Your Medicine?

Danny, Champion of The World :

I'm Not.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

JJack : 

Oh. Look at that. I'm sorry.

Clumsy old me, Mr. Torrance. Forgive me.

Let's get you cleaned up.

[ In The Men’s Room ]

JJack :

Management is concerned.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Concerned?

JJack : 

It's horrible what she's done to you.

Pulled you into her mess.

A smart man?

He'd let her handle it.

Let things unfold as they're meant to.

Why should you pay her tab, Doc?

And for what?

For this little girl who 

started all this Trouble?

Danny, Champion 

of The World :

And what would 'Management' 

Have Me do about that?

JJACK :

Nothing.Easiest Thing in 

The World to Do, Son —

Just bring her inside.

And then, well —

You accept The Things 

You cannot Change.

ABRA:

Dan! She's here.

Danny, Champion of The World :

Okay.

This place is sick.

Sick like my momo was sick.

It's Cancer, only worse.

(ELECTRICITY HUMMING)

What do we do now?

Danny, Champion of The World :

We head inside. She'll find us.