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Doctor Who and Judoon Rhymes....
Smith and Jones (S3 E1)
Fugitive of the Judoon (S12 E5)
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Behind the Scenes of Smith And Jones (Part Eight)
Excerpts from DWM #381 - article by Jason Arnopp
David Tennant is a fan of Russell T. Davies’ Smith and Jones script. “It’s mad, almost in real-time. It’s got a really good energy to it and a slightly different energy, too - perhaps because it’s from the point of view of a new character. It’s told through Martha’s eyes, in the way that Rose was told through Rose’s eyes. It’s a way of bringing someone new in, isn’t it? We know what the Doctor is, so it’s interesting to see it from a new point of view. You’re starting again - you want to keep people on their toes and hopefully Smith and Jones will do that.”
When Russel writes lines like “Judoon platoon upon the moon”, does he rub hands gleefully at the thought of David wrapping his nimble voice-box around them?
“Honestly, you might not believe it, but I’m not thinking of David when I’m writing that stuff, I’m thinking of the Doctor. Honestly! I like how he plays with words while his mind is thinking of something else, and fast. He’s working out the Judoon’s actions, trying to find the hidden alien, kicking himself for leaving the TARDIS on Earth, trying to save his own skin, and undoubtedly trying to impress Martha, all at the same time, so his mouth comes out with gibberish. I love that.”
Link to [ part one ] of the Smith and Jones Behind-the-scenes posts, or click the #whoBtsSaj tag, or the full episode list [ here ]
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DOCTOR: Nah, it's only roentgen radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for you to come out. I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it. If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go. Easy does it. Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out. Ah, ah, ah, ah! It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Hold on.
(After a lot of jigging about, the Doctor throws his shoe into the bin.)
DOCTOR: Done.
MARTHA: You're completely mad.
DOCTOR: You're right. I look daft with one shoe.
(So he gets rid of the other one.)
DOCTOR: Barefoot on the moon.
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Today it’s 16 years since The Doctor and Martha’s first adventure together... a Judoon platoon upon the Moon! 🦏 🌒
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(a) moon = pazithi /pˈaziːfˈiː/
Neutral Agent. Present tense. Formal.
Definition: The original source of mood lighting.
Example:
↪ Romanised: Judoon lyuzax-ua'sema ce pazithi.
↪ English: Judoon platoon upon the moon.
↪ Audio:
↪ Sollifreyan (font v1):
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Etymological and Morphological Breakdown:
Paz- (Root): Derived from 'paz', a Gallifreyan term that signifies 'god'. In 'pazithi', 'paz' imbues the concept of the moon with a divine or celestial quality.
-ithi (Suffix): Meaning 'orbit', 'ithi' suggests the path or domain of the celestial body, emphasising its constant presence and movement around a planet.
Usage and Additional Notes:
Conceptualisation of 'Pazithi': By combining 'paz' (god) with 'ithi' (orbit), it conveys the moon's role as a celestial entity that holds significant importance, possibly of a spiritual or guiding nature.
Cultural Significance: 'Pazithi' links moons to Gallifreyan mythology/religion, seen as divine or godly orbits.
Specification of Moons: The practice of prefixing 'pazithi' with a planet's name (e.g., 'Solpazithi' for Earth's moon) specifies celestial bodies relative to their parent planets.
Modifiers:
↪ Negative: pazithi-o (not a moon)
↪ Plural: pazithi-ua (moons)
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they let 11 play football because matt smith is good at it but they made david tennant struggle to say "judoon platoon upon the moon" kdjfhgdfg
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the true spirit of doctor who is the writers learning David Tennant struggles to pronounce words that end with -oon without slipping into his scottish accent and immediately writing an entire episode just to force him to say "judoon platoon upon the moon"
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Smith and Jones and Grabska
I stand on the balcony hands on my hips as I look out at the Earth in the distance.
The doors open behind me, and I hear two sets of feet walk out.
“Who’s this then?” I hear a familiar voice ask.
I smile and turn around to face them, “Hello Doctor.”
He looks at me in shock, “Abby?”
I grin at him, “Surprise.”
He approaches me quickly and hugs me tightly.
The woman behind him looks confused, “Sorry, your name is actually Doctor?”
He pulls away, “Yeah, I’ve been telling you. Abby, this is Martha. Martha, Abby. Anyways, let’s have a look.” He picks up a pebble and throws it, “There must be some sort of force field keeping the air in.”
“If that’s like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we’ve got. What happens when it runs out?”
“How many people are in this hospital?” I ask.
“I don’t know, a thousand?”
“One thousand people. Suffocating.” I answer.
“Why would anyone do that?”
The Doctor nods toward the distance, “Head’s up! Ask them yourself.”
There are several ships arriving and landing on the surface.
“Aliens. That’s aliens. Real, proper aliens.” Martha looks gobsmacked.
“Judoon.” He corrects.
We watch from the mezzanine as the Judoon check the humans in the hospital.
“Oh, look down there, you’ve got a little shop. I like a little shop.” He points at the shop.
“Darling, focus. What are Judoon?” I snap his focus back to the task at hand.
“Galactic police. Well, police for hire. More like interplanetary thugs.”
“And they brought us to the moon?” Martha asks.
“Neutral territory. They’ve got no jurisdiction over the east and they isolated us. Must’ve used and H2O scoop.” I inform.
The Doctor looks at me funny, “Since when do you know about Galactic Law?”
I laugh, “Just because I’m not looking at you when you rant about things doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention.”
Martha looks between us, “So what are the Judoon doing?”
“Cataloguing, it means they’re after something non-human. Bad news for us.”
He looks very intrigued at the last part of my sentence, “Us?”
“What do you think I was doing at THIS hospital? Plasma coils.” I singsong.
“Sorry, what do you mean? He’s not human?” Martha asks.
I nod, standing, “Come on, then.” I strut off.
In the office, the Doctor is examining a computer with his sonic screwdriver.
Martha walks in, “They’ve reached the third floor.”
The Doctor hits the computer, “Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon. Cause I was just traveling past, I swear, I was just wandering, I wasn’t looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn’t, but I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning, that’s plasma coils, been building up for two days now, so I checked in, I thought something was going on inside, it turns out the plasma coil were the Judoon up above.”
“But what were they looking for?” Martha asks.
“Something that looks human, but isn’t.” I answer.
“Like him?” She points at the Doctor.
I nod.
“Haven’t they got a photo?”
“Might be a shape-changer.”
‘Whatever it is, can’t you just leave the Judoon to find it?”
“If they declare the hospital guilty of harboring a fugitive, they’ll sentence it to execution.” He explains.
“All of us?”
“Oh yes. If I can find this thing first… Oh! Just that they’re thick! Judoon are thick! They’re completely thick! They wiped the records. Oh, that’s clever.”
“What are we looking for?”
“I don’t know. Any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there’s a back-up.”
“Just keep working, I’ll go ask Mr. Stoker, he might know.” Martha exits the room.
We exit the office, meeting up with Martha in the hallway.
“I’ve restored the back-up.” The Doctor says.
“I found her.” Martha tells us.
“You what?” I notice the helmeted people behind her, “Run!” I grab her hand.
We run down the stairs, see the Judoon coming up and dodge out of a doorway on the fourth floor. We ended up in the radiology room.
The Doctor slams the door in the face of the person, locking it.
“When I say ‘now’, press the button.”
“I don’t know which one!” I call, looking around the control room.
Martha grabs the Operator’s Manual, we flip through the pages rapidly.
“Find out!” He does something to the machinery with his sonic screwdriver.
The person breaks down the door, the Doctor calls out the word, “Now!”
I slam my hand on the big yellow button.
The person gets zapped with radiation, the skeleton visible before they fall to the ground.
“What did you do?” Martha asks.
“Increased the radiation by five thousand percent. Killed ‘em dead.”
“Isn’t that likely to kill you?”
“Nah, it’s only radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It’s safe for you to come out, I’ve absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it.” He starts bouncing and hopping as we exit the control room, “If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It’s in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go, easy does it…” He shakes his foot, “Out! It is hot! Ah, hold on.” He throws his shoe into the dustbin, “Done.”
“You’re completely mad.”
I laugh at Martha’s words.
“Right, I look daft with one shoe.” He pulls his right shoe off and throws it in the bin, “Barefoot on the moon!
Martha walks over to the body on the floor, “So what is that thing? And where’s it from?”
“It’s just a Slab. That’s what they’re called. Basic slave drones, see? Solid leather all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish.”
“It came with that woman, Mrs. Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant.”The Doctor pulls what remains of his sonic screwdriver out of the x-ray machine, “My sonic screwdriver.”
I pout, rubbing his arm, “Don’t worry, I’m sure the Tardis will give you a new one.”
He sighs, throwing it in the bin.
“Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr. Stoker’s blood.”
“Funny time to take a snack. You’d think she’d be hiding. Unless, no. yes, that’s it, wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn’t drinking blood, she was assimilating it. If she can assimilate Mr. Stoker’s blood, mimic the morphology, she can register as human. We’ve got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!” He grabs my hand and runs off.
We stand behind the water cooler, watching the Slab walk down the hallway past us.
“That’s the thing about Slabs. They always travel in pairs.”
“What about you?”
“What about me what?” He looks at Martha.
“Haven’t you got back-up? You must have a partner or something?”
He blinks at her, glancing at me.
“Right. Of course.”
We step in front of a Judoon who shines his blue light on the Doctor’s face, “Non-human.”
We run off, up the stairs and lock the door behind us, emerging in a corridor where people are falling to the ground gasping for breath.
“They’ve done this floor. Come on. The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won’t go back to check a floor they’ve checked already. If we’re lucky.”
Martha sees a woman and stops by her, “How much oxygen is there?”
“Not enough for all these people. We’re going to run out.”
The Doctor grabs my hand, “How are you feeling? Are you all right?”
I nod, “Yeah fine.”
“What about the Judoon?”
“Ah, great big lung reserves, it won’t slow them down. Where’s Mr. Stoker’s office?”
“Its this way.” Martha leads us to the office.
“She’s gone! She was here.”
The Doctor crouches down and examines Mr. Stoker, “Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She’s a plasmavore.”
“What was she doing on Earth?”
“Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What’s she doing now? She’s still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on.”
“Wait a minute.” She goes to Mr Stoker and closes his eyes, then leaves with us.
“Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?” He looks at the MRI sign. “Aah. She’s as clever as me. Almost.”
We can hear the Judoon getting closer.
“Stay here. I need time. You’re going to have to hold them up.”
“How do we do that?” I ask.
“Like this.” He cradles my head in his hands and presses his lips against mine for a few moments before pulling away.
He runs off.
The Judoon walk into the corridor.
“Find the non-human. execute.”
Martha tries to talk to them but is ignored.
The blue light scans me, “Human, with non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorize full scan. What are you? What are you?”
The Judoon makes a cross on my hand, “Confirmed: human. Traces of facial contact with non-human. Continue the search.” They hand me a slip of paper, “You will need this.”
We follow after them as they enter the MRI room. The Doctor drops to the floor.
“Now see what you’ve done. This poor man just died of fright.”
“Scan him! Confirmation: deceased.”
My stomach drops, I glare at the old woman, I grab the Judoon scanner, and point it at her.
The Judoon kill her after some back-and-forth.
Martha screams after them.
I kneel next to the Doctor, tears filling my eyes.
I start attempting to resuscitate him, pushing down on both sides of his chest before giving him mouth-to-mouth with the last of my oxygen.
He wakes up, just as I collapse to the ground.
“She did something to the scanner.” I wheeze before passing out.
(Y’all expressed an interest in seeing the Doctor’s pov more so here you go!)
Coughing, the Doctor crawls and staggers to the MRI machine, and unplugs it.
He carries Abby down a corridor where patients and doctors alike are either very weak or unconscious due to oxygen starvation.
He looks out the window at the Judoon ships, “Come on, come on, come on. Come on, Judoon, reverse it.” It starts to rain, he smiles, “It’s raining, Abby. It’s raining on the moon.”
In a flash of white, they disappear.
The hospital reappears where it originally was, onlookers, standing at the side of the hole. Emergency care commences while Martha sits, looking thoughtful outside the hospital.
Her sister runs up to her and starts talking.
She spots the Doctor walking away, still carrying Abby in his arms, towards the Tardis. He smiles at her.
A truck goes by, and when it has passed, the Doctor, Abby, and the Tardis are gone.
Back to my pov
We stand outside the pub, watching the chaos of Martha’s family. She spots us. I smile and motion for her to follow before disappearing around the corner.
The Doctor slings his arm over my shoulder as we lean against the Tardis.
“I went to the moon today.” Martha says, “A bit more peaceful than down here.” I joke.
She looks at the Doctor, “You never even told me who you are.”
“The Doctor.”
“What sort of species? It’s not every day I get to ask that.”
“I’m a Time Lord.”
“Right!” She laughs, “Not pompous at all, then.”
“I just thought since you helped save the day, and I’ve got a brand new sonic screwdriver that needs road testing, you might fancy a trip.”
“What, into space?” She glances up, “I can’t. I’ve got exams. I’ve got things to do. I have to go into town first thing and pay the rent, I’ve got my family going mad…”
“If it helps, I can travel in time, as well.”
“Get out of here.”
“I can!”
“Come on now, that’s going too far.”
“I’ll prove it.”
He takes his arm off my shoulder, holding his hand out to me, I take it, and he pulls me inside the Tardis.
We step out and walk in front of past Martha, “Like so!” I pull on his tie and into a kiss.
I pull away and look at Martha, “See?”
We walk off.
We return to the Tardis and go back to present Martha.
“Told you!”
“I know, but… that was this morning! But, did you… Oh, my god! You can travel in time!” She gasps, “But hold on, if you could see me this morning, why didn’t you tell me not to go in to work?”
“Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden.” He starts.
“Except for cheap tricks.” I finish.
“And that’s your spaceship?”
“It’s called the Tardis. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space.”
“Your spaceship’s made of wood. There’s not much room. We’d be a bit intimate.”
I raise my eyebrow, pushing the door open, “Take a look.”
She goes in, we follow her.
She looks around and runs out again.
“But it’s just a box. But it’s huge. How does it do that? It’s wood?” She walks back inside. “It’s like a box with that room just rammed in. It’s bigger on the inside!”
The Doctor mouths the last sentence with her, “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” He shuts the door behind her, throwing his coat aside, “All right, then, let’s get going.”
“But is there a crew? Like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?” She asks.
“Just me.” He shrugs.
I scoff, “Oi! What am I then?”
“Oh, you know you’re more than just a companion to me.” He grabs my hand and presses a kiss to my palm.
Martha clears her throat.
“Right.” He pulls away, pressing buttons and flicking switches, “Close down the granitic anomalizer. Fire up the helmet regulator. And finally, the hand brake.” He motions for me to pull the hand brake, “Ready?”
Martha shakes her head, “No.”
“Off we go.” I smile pulling the hand brake.
The Tardis jolts and shakes.
I stumble, the Doctor grabs my arms and pulls me in.
“Blimey, it’s a bit bumpy.”
“Welcome aboard, Miss Jones.” The Doctor offers his hand to her.
She shakes his hand, “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Smith.”
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judoon platoon upon the moon
Barefoot on the moon
(Meanwhile Martha in the background: what kind of nonsense did I get myself into?)
#im guessing its shanti#or mrun#mrun if this is you i will... ok idk what ill do#anywa#shanti or mrun <3
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S3 E1: "Smith and Jones"
When the hospital she works at is transported to the moon, medical student Martha Jones joins forces with The Doctor to hunt down an alien fugitive before the oxygen runs out.
Episode: S3 E1: "Smith and Jones"
Date: March 31, 2007
Writer: Russell T. Davies
Director: Charlie Palmer
Doctor: 10th
Companion: Martha Jones
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I enjoyed this much more than I thought I would, and I don't find Martha annoying yet.
I now remember that the reason she annoyed me was because of her writing, and how they made her immediately fall in love with the Doctor and spend the whole time pining after him (from what I remember), instead of being a strong character on her own without wanting him to love her. My ace heart wants more companions to be like Donna, where love doesn't come into the equation and it's just two pals on fun jaunts across time and space. But I digress.
This episode felt like a proper Doctor Who episode with an intriguing mystery (a hospital being transported to the moon and some twisty character reveals), weird alien creatures (the Judoon), and a fair bit of cheesy over-acting from the background actors thrown in for good measure.
My favourite tidbit about this episode is how Russell T. Davies teased David Tennant by making him say "Judoon platoon upon the moon", despite him struggling to say "Judoon" in his Scottish accent. I also very much enjoyed the subtle reference to Mr Saxon, before we knew what that meant in terms of the whole series arc.
My least favourite thing is that they just had to get in a kiss between the Doctor and Martha (with the excuse of him transferring some of his alien DNA onto her so she wouldn't show as completely human on the Judoon scanners), which sparks this whole "omg I love him but does he love me" thing in Martha.
A pretty good episode, albeit maybe a bit underdeveloped in terms of the story wrapping up quite quickly and simply, and already forcing a romantic interest.
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��️ Previous episode: Christmas Special (2006): “The Runaway Bride”
➡️ Next episode: S3 E2: "The Shakespeare Code"
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doctor who rewatch - they peek!
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i genuinely think the judoon are some of my favourite aliens in doctor who. these space rhino motorbike rider looking things were CREATED to fuck with david tennant and his scottish accent and if that’s not beautiful i don’t know what is
#judoon platoon upon the moon#i obviously love the daleks and cybermen the most because thats pretty much the law#but the judoon??#I LOVE THEM#i also really love the sontarons and the silurians#but theres just something about the judoon that i love#judoon#doctor who#bbc doctor who#doctor who spoilers#doctor who s12#doctor who season 12#doctor who series 12#bbc#thirteenth doctor#jodie whittaker#yasmin khan#the master#thirteen
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i too, would like to suck Ten
OKAY THAT WAS TOO OBSCENE BUT I COULDNT HELP IT
#IT HAD TO BE SAID#CLEARLY A JOKE#THIS IS JUST A JOKE HAHAHA OKAY#doctor who#ten#tenth doctor#david tennant#judoon#judoon platoon upon the moon
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You’ve heard of elf on the shelf
Now get ready for
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