CD #5 (ISBN 1-84435-





 It's been forty years

 since Martin MET the

 Doctor. They were

 different men back

 then. Martin was

 young and talented

 and The Times' 7TH

 most promising NEW

 writer to watch out

 for. The Doctor was

 possibly oriental.


 It was an encounter

 that destroyed both

 their lives.


 Pity poor Martin now.

 His career is in ruins,

 all forgotten. His EX-

 wives keep dying in

 the wrong order, and

 there's a nasty green


 that could be an alien

 footprint, or mould.


 Martin's life is about

 to change. Impromptu

 poetry readings. An

 obligatory bug-eyed

 monster. And a last,

 desperate chance for

 love, before it's too



 Sounds like it's time

 for the Doctor to

 come into Martin's

 life again. And sort

 him out. Permanently.










Deadline takes the concept of Doctor Who Unbound to its logical limit, yet it is

perhaps the most ordinary of all the plays in the series. Not ordinary as in mediocre; more that itís the sort of thing you wouldnít be surprised to hear on Radio 4 of an early evening. Unlike the other instalments of the series, Rob Shearmanís Deadline isnít a Doctor Who play; rather, itís a play about Doctor Who.


The story involves Martin Bannister, fictional creator

of Doctor Who. However, in this world, the series was

never produced, and Martinís scripts languished in a

drawer for decades. Instead, while his plays received

critical acclaim, he was forced to write for television shows such as Juliet Bravo to make ends meet. Now,

Martin lives in a care home, a loner in a world of the

senile, abandoned by his family and with three failed

marriages behind him. Although he regrets the failure

of his personal life, itís his perceived failure as a writer

that really galls him. Heís incensed that heís far better

remembered for his television fluff than for his acclaimed theatre work (one wonders if Rob Shearman is channelling some of his own feeling here) Ė all the more so for the fact that he feels he sacrificed his personal life to make that happen.


Played by none other than Sir Derek Jacobi (recorded at the same time he was voicing

the Master for BBCiís Scream of the Shalka webcast), Martin is a genuinely fascinating character. Although a deeply sympathetic soul, heís actually quite unlikeable much of the time - an arrogant, self-important, self-apologetic person. Yet, due to the fine writing and Jacobiís performance, which brings out the feelings of Martinís regret, the listener feels

sorry for him.


The narrative centres on Martinís life as it begins to collapse. His son Philip (Peter Forbes) contacts him, distraught that heís becoming like his father. Martin has little time for him, but sees him as a way to get to his grandson (an insufferable teen oik), giving him the chance to

have a family again. Barbara, a staff member at the home (played by Jacqueline King, now best known to fans as Sylvia Noble), latches onto Martin as someone she can talk to, but in the end, she is merely using him to feel better about herself. Dwelling ever more on the past, Martin begins to write again, bringing Doctor Who out of mothballs. But, as his stress rises and his life crumbles, his grip on reality lessens. He begins dreaming about Who, instead

of simply writing it.


Jacobi is equally impressive in

these sequences, taking on the

role of the Doctor, setting it apart

from his performance as Martin

with a subtly different voice and a

reassured, confident demeanour.

As the play goes forward, Martin

spends more and more time in

his fantasy world with his ideal granddaughter Susan. Reality and fantasy bleed into each other, and it becomes increasingly difficult to tell which is which. The listener is drawn into Martinís confused world view.


The eventual, catastrophic end of the play is no surprise, simply as thereís no other direction for Martinís crisis to proceed. An exploration of guilt, responsibility, obsession (we fans donít come out unscathed) and even the nature of reality, Deadline is a quiet masterpiece.


Copyright © Daniel Tessier 2008


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© Big Finish Productions 2003. No copyright infringement is intended.




Even in a range that champions the most extreme of possibilities, Deadline still manages to push the envelope. Penned by none other than Robert Shearman, Big Finish golden boy and renovator of the Daleks, this story tells of a universe where the Doctor was never real, and even the television show that he inhabits in our world never made it past the earliest stages of pre-production. In the world of Deadline, the titular Time Lord exists only as a figment of retired hack Martin Bannisterís boundless imagination, and his TARDIS is not a fantastical space / time craft, but the last refuge of a lonely scoundrel.


Deadline is unique in that it doesnít have the feel of a Big Finish audio drama. Shearman clearly had his Radio 4 hat on when he wrote the script, and this approach is mirrored in the principally spartan production. Director Nicholas Briggsí sound design is, for the most part, non-existent. The horrors of Martinís isolation are painted on silent canvas, every pity-strewn line raw. Yet when Martin thinks of the Doctor - when Martin writes - the howl of the original Ron Grainer / Delia Derbyshire theme tune opens the door to an opulent aural soundscape; every hum, every click evoking the atmosphere of Doctor Whoís earliest stories.


Martin is, in every sense, the storyís anchor. Heís present in every single scene of the play, both real and imaginary, as Shearman probes the characterís regrets and failings with his usual deathly poise. Once a promising playwright, Martin soon found himself contracted to the BBC, churning out hackneyed scripts for Juliet Bravo that still set internet forums ablaze, whilst his acclaimed flop díťstimes have faded into obscurity. This perceived failure has left Martin embittered, particularly as his fanatical passion for his work sullied every relationship that he ever tried to form. The play thus deals with both aspects of Martinís life, Shearman gently poking fun at us Doctor Who obsessives (whilst betraying his own arcane knowledge of the show!) as Martin retreats further and further inside his own mind, eventually taking on the mantle of the character he created: ďDr WhoĒ.


Quiet fittingly for an anniversary release, the script is abounding with playful nods and winks that have been woven right into the storyís core. Series creator Sydney Newman is used to demonstrate Martinís utter lack of interest in other people, the ghost of his former producerís accent oscillating between Australian and Canadian because Martin canít quite remember where he was from. This point is then made explicit as the modulated voice of the Supreme One, the principal antagonist in Anthony Coburnís aborted Masters of Luxor, launches an attack on Martinís inability to understand real people, and the trite characterisation that flows from the same.


This criticism could not be levelled at

Deadlineís author, however. Just like

the characters that populate his award-

winning short stories, the inhabitants of

this script are almost too real; too grey

and textured. A hate-filled son isnít just

a hate-filled son, but a tormented soul

whose life has fallen apart, driving him

to cremate guinea pigs just to give him

an excuse to speak to his estranged

Dad. A lonely nurse isnít just a lonely

nurse, but an aspirant poet and jilted

bride, her science teacher fiancť having long-since vanished from the face of the Earth. A bitter old washed-up writer isnít just a bitter old washed-up writer, but a sympathetic soul; a troubled, and potentially dangerous, old man crushed by the weight of unfulfilled potential, whose ex-wives wonít even die in the proper order.


Happily, the ensemble cast are equal to the script. Sir Derek Jacobi, the only man to play both the Doctor and the Master (unless you count Mark Gatissí humorous turn as the Time Lord in the BBCís Doctor Who Night skits), vests the total sum of his gravitas in poor old Martin, squeezing every last ounce of regret and spite out of each word put in front of him. His co-stars are every bit as extraordinary, particularly as they are required to flit effortlessly between realities, playing not only their respective characters but their fictional reflections too. Peter Forbes (Philip) and new series star Jacqueline King (Barbara) both stand out in particular, each giving two completely contrasting performances. Their agents should have charged double.


For me, Deadline is not only the finest Unbound adventure of the lot, but one of the most stunning plays that Big Finish have produced to date. Any Doctor Who story sporting the lines ďDr Who, you bastard!Ē (wrong in so, so many ways) and ďwe both have full bladder controlĒ should crash and burn by all rights, but under Shearmanís stewardship it simply soars. If youíre only going to listen to one Unbound story, do yourself a favour and make it this one.


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