| Best of Ten: Partners in Crime |
[Dec. 1st, 2008|10:51 am] |
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Partners in Crime
(The Doctor, pretending to be from Health and Safety, is talking to Clare, one of the telemarketers for Adipose. He obtains one of the gold necklaces and a list of customers.)
The Doctor: Thanks, then. (As Clare hands him a slip of paper.) Oh, what's that?
Clare: My telephone number.
The Doctor: (confused) What for?
Clare: Health and Safety. (smiles flirtatiously) You be health, I'll be safety.
The Doctor: (what is it about this incarnation?) Ah. Ah. But... (hurriedly) That contravenes ah, paragraph five, subsection C. Sorry.
(He backs away, escaping, and goes to the printer to get a printout of customers, unaware that Donna has been at another nearby telemarketer's desk and is leaving at the same time without seeing him either. After discovering that the printer is out of paper, due to Donna having used the last of it, the Doctor goes back and pops his head over Clare's partition.)
The Doctor: (with a huge, ingratiating grin) Me again!
(As Miss Foster with her guards confronts Penny the journalist, Donna is spying through the door. Meanwhile, the Doctor has lowered himself from the roof in a window washer's cradle and is spying through a window. They each look across the room and finally spot each other.)
The Doctor: (mouthing, puzzled) Donna?
Donna: (mouthing, excited) Doctor!
The Doctor: (mouthing, gobsmacked) But... what? Wha... What?!
Donna: (mouthing) Oh. My. God!!!
The Doctor: (mouthing) But... how?
Donna: (mouthing) It's me!
The Doctor: (mouthing and miming) Well, I can see that!
Donna: (mouthing, with thumbs up) Oh, this is brilliant!
The Doctor: (mouthing) But what are *you* doing *there*? (Points at her)
Donna: (mouthing) I was looking for *you*! (Points at him)
The Doctor: (points at himself, mouths) What for? (As Donna mouths her reply, she mimes elaborately. The Doctor watches her, trying to follow, raising his eyebrows in bemusement.)
Donna: (mouthing) I, came here, trouble, read about it, internet, I thought, trouble, you! And this place is weird! Pills! So I hid. Back there. Crept along. Heard this lot. Looked. You! 'Cause they... (She jerks her thumb toward Miss Foster, Penny, and the guards, and freezes when she realizes that they are all staring at her.)
Miss Foster: (as she looks between Donna and the Doctor) Are we interrupting you?
The Doctor: (mouths to Donna) Run! (He jerks his head. Donna hurriedly leaves.)
Miss Foster: (to the guards) Get her. (The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to lock the office door.) And him. (The Doctor points the sonic screwdriver up toward the cradle controls, and elevates himself back up to the roof.)
(The Doctor and Donna finally meet each other, on a landing in the stairwell. They hug.)
Donna: (breathless) Oh my God! I don't believe it! (She looks him up and down.) You've even got the same suit! Don't you ever change?
The Doctor: Yeah, thanks Donna, not right now! (He looks down. There are guards coming up the stairs.) Just like old times! (He and Donna grin at each other before they both take off running.)
(The Doctor runs downstairs into Miss Foster's office and toward the window, where Donna is dangling from a cable just outside. Penny is still sitting in a chair, tied up.)
Penny: Is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?
The Doctor: (as he sonics the window latch) What, you're a journalist?
Penny: Yes.
The Doctor: Well, make it up! (He slides the window open and tries to grab Donna's legs.)
Donna: (panicking) Get off!
The Doctor: I've got you! I've got you. Stop kicking! (Finally he manages to pull her inside, and sets her down on the floor.)
Donna: (straightens, breathless) I was right. It's always like this with you, innit?
The Doctor: (grinning) Oh yes! And off we go! (Donna grins back, and they run out the door.)
Penny: Oi! (The Doctor pops back into the room.)
The Doctor: Sorry! (He points the sonic screwdriver at the ropes restraining Penny. They loosen. The Doctor darts away, but then pops in again.) Now do yourself a favor, get out!
(In the call center, the Doctor and Donna face off with Miss Foster and her guards.)
The Doctor: (calmly, in Oncoming Storm mode) I'm trying to help you, Matron. This is your one chance, 'cause if you don't call this off, then I'll have to stop you.
Miss Foster: (just as calmly) I hardly think you can stop bullets. (The guards aim their guns at the Doctor and Donna.)
The Doctor: (holding up his hands; quickly) No, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on! One more thing, before dying. (As he speaks, he gets out his sonic screwdriver. He already has Miss Foster's sonic pen in the other hand.) Do you know what happens if you hold two identical sonic devices against each other?
Miss Foster: (pauses) No.
The Doctor: (with an insane grin) Nor me. Let's find out! (He points the sonic screwdriver and the sonic pen at each other, creating a horrible squealing noise.)
(The Doctor and Donna are in a closet. He has taken off a wall panel to reveal the computer wiring running behind the wall, and, glasses on, is working with his sonic screwdriver. Donna observes him.)
Donna: You look older.
The Doctor: (still working) Thanks.
Donna: (softly) Still on your own?
The Doctor: Yup. Well no, I had this friend, Martha, she was called. Martha Jones. She was brilliant... and I destroyed half her life. But she's fine. She's good... She's gone.
Donna: What about Rose?
The Doctor: Still lost. (A pause) I thought you were going to travel the world?
Donna: Easier said than done. It's like I had that one day with you, and I was gonna change. I was gonna do so much. Then I woke up next morning, same old life. It's like you were never there. And I tried. I did try. I went to Egypt. I was gonna go barefoot and everything. And then it's all bus trips and guidebooks and don't drink the water and two weeks later you're back home. It's nothing like being with you. I must have been mad turning down that offer.
The Doctor: (who has been working the whole time, not seeming to pay much attention) What offer?
Donna: To come with you. (The Doctor stops and stares at her.)
The Doctor: You'd come with me?
Donna: (with tears of happiness starting) Oh yes, please! (The Doctor continues to stare at her, as if that wasn't quite what he meant.)
The Doctor: Right.
(As the Doctor and Donna reach the roof, they see thousands of Adipose babies levitating up toward the nursery ship.)
Donna: What are you gonna do then? Blow 'em up?
The Doctor: They're just children. They can't help where they come from.
Donna: Oh, that makes a change from last time. That Martha must've done you good.
The Doctor: (is quiet for a moment, remembering) Ah, she did, yeah. Yeah, she did. (Another pause. With a rather egotistical sniff) She fancied me.
Donna: Mad Martha, that one. Blind Martha. Charity Martha. (An Adipose waves at them. The Doctor and Donna, bemused, start waving back. Incredulously) I'm waving at fat.
(In the alley where Donna parked her car. The TARDIS happens to be nearby.)
Donna: (excitedly) That's my car! That is like destiny! And I've been ready for this. (She goes to the car and opens the boot. It's full of suitcases.) I packed ages ago, just in case. 'Cause I thought, hot weather, cold weather, no weather... (She loads a couple of bags into the Doctor's arms as he stands there, a little stunned. Meanwhile, she is still talking.) ...he goes anywhere. I've got to be prepared! (She puts a striped hatbox on top of the pile in his arms. The Doctor eyes it.)
The Doctor: You've got a... a... hatbox.
Donna: (happily) Planet of the Hats, I'm ready! (She gets out a huge suitcase, plops it on the ground, and closes the boot. Next shot, the Doctor stands near the TARDIS, surrounded by suitcases, with a couple of them in his arms. Donna is in the doorway. The Doctor is watching her silently, with a "what the hell is happening and do I want this?" look, as she babbles away, beaming and oblivious.) I don't need injections though, do I? Like when you go to Cambodia, is there any of that? 'Cause my friend Veena went to Bahrain, and she... (Suddenly she stops, finally noticing that his mood isn't matching hers.) You're not saying much.
The Doctor: No, it's just... It's a funny old life, in the TARDIS.
Donna: (quietly, as if this is the first time the possibility has even occurred to her) You don't want me.
The Doctor: I'm not saying that.
Donna: (bewildered) But you asked me. (His gaze is sad and conflicted.) Would you rather be on your own?
The Doctor: No. Actually, no. But... (He puts the two bags he is holding down on the ground.) The last time, with Martha, like I said, it... it got complicated. (He looks at her, vulnerable.) And that was all my fault... I just want a mate. (Donna stares at him for a moment, taking it in completely the wrong way.)
Donna: (in shocked disgust) You just want... to mate???
The Doctor: I just want *a* mate!
Donna: You're not mating with me, sunshine!
The Doctor: *A* mate, I want *a* mate! (She finally seems to register what he meant.)
Donna: Well, just as well, because I'm not having any of that nonsense! (Her hands sketch the Doctor's skinny form in the air, illustrating how not physically attracted to him she is.) I mean you're just a long streak of... nothing. You know, alien nothing.
The Doctor: (relieved) There we are, then. OK. (She stares at him for another long moment, then her expression changes as she catches up again to what he's trying to say.)
Donna: I can come?
The Doctor: Yeah. 'Course you can, yeah. (Donna lets out a breath, a look of joy on her face. The Doctor grins back at her.) I'd love it.
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