We had a lot of fun in Tubney. The opening scene from Episode 1 cracks me up – it’s another example of Tom and me really enjoying ourselves. He was sensational. When the Doctor chooses a route via the scientific process of ‘Eeeny Meeny’ he looks directly at the camera on ‘Meeny’, which sends a shiver down the spine of every viewer. I don’t know if that was Barry’s or Tom’s idea but it really works.
Once we start exploring, the Doctor says, ‘Mind the bramble.’ A second later Sarah says, ‘Ow!’ Very drily, from off-camera, you hear Tom say, ‘I said mind the bramble.’ It’s a short but tender scene, which accentuates their comfortable relationship. A second later, though, and it’s a genuine effort not to stop the whole production. I’m mid-sentence when Tom releases a branch which thwacks me in the kipper. Instinctively I burst out laughing – but then continued with the line. That branch would have to knock me out for Barry to stop shooting, I thought. And I was right – we didn’t reshoot and it’s still there to this day.
If you’ve never tried it, I can tell you pretending to be an android version of yourself is always fun. Obviously you must convey a difference because you’re playing a machine, but you still have to act like your character so as not to arouse suspicion. It was quite nice to find a level that I thought was working – and then have to fall over and be discovered. Barry was very good then, just letting me get on with my own ideas and only commenting if he disagreed.
Despite the nice weather I still felt worn down in this one. There was one shot where Barry wanted us to walk away from the camera across a cornfield – they were just filming our backs, it was a long shot. From the distance we heard a shout and Tom said, ‘I think that was a “cut”.’
‘No, I didn’t hear anything,’ I said.
So we just kept walking! It was a scorching day and eventually we ended up in the village and squeezed in a cream tea before anyone found us!
When I started doing The Sarah Jane Adventures I had a letter from the woman at the Post Office. She said, ‘Oh, you and Tom came in to hide and said, “Oh, they won’t find us in here!” I’ve still got the photo you signed and I tell my grandchildren, “I met Sarah Jane”.’
It was really magical working with Barry again, but also Ian. I had no idea this would be his last hurrah. It was never set out so formally although that’s how it turned out.
Nick Courtney was too busy to take part but John Levene, one of the other regular UNIT boys, was available. I loved working with John. He was so sweet and he really made me laugh – not always intentionally. He’d drop things and he’d dry up in a scene, never a dull moment. Tom used to joke that if John’s character Sergeant Benton saluted he’d poke himself in the eye. If he had a bayonet rifle, he’d stab himself in the foot.
Come Androids, of course, and John not only had to play himself and an android version of Benton – he also had to shoot the Doctor. Barry was so relaxed about this scene it quite threw John.
‘There’s no dialogue, just say what comes naturally,’ Barry said.
This absolutely froze John into total traction. Ad-libbing? That was for other people, not him. So he came over to me and said, ‘Lis, what am I going to do?’
‘Just say whatever you feel, I don’t want to put words into your mouth,’ I told him.
‘OK, OK,’ he said. ‘I’ve got it.’
So we began rehearsal then went for action. As per the script, Tom got shot. John looked at his gun and said, ‘Shit, I’ve shot the Doctor!’
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By the time we finished Android at the end of August, summer was well and truly upon us. Unfortunately my chances of a holiday were as remote as ever. Pre-production was already underway on the next serial and before I knew it I was standing in the Acton Hilton, script in hand, working through the latest twist in Sarah’s journey. Yet again, though, I found myself thinking, How much more is there for this character to do?
Added to my irritation with the relentless schedule was my increasing feeling that Who and I were about to part company. For now, though, I was enjoying scripts for The Brain of Morbius.
Like Pyramids, Morbius ended up going out under a pseudonym. Having done all the legwork, Terry Dicks was sufficiently offended by Robert Holmes’ rewrites to ask for his name to be taken off the credits.
‘Give it some sort of bland pseudonym,’ Terry huffed.
Which is how Morbius came to be ‘written’ by ‘Robin Bland’.
Despite the feel of a big-budget Hammer Horror, Morbius was actually one of our belt-tightening exercises. The whole thing was shot in Television Centre – no locations, no puppet shoots. After the verdant feel of Android, the studio mountains of Karn seemed a little sterile, I admit, but I think Barry had used up all the budget!
At least I could get home at the end of each day – you need your own bed to recharge the batteries sometimes. On filming days it was different. After the pressure of a camera day, it was a relief to knock off at ten o’clock and head straight for the studio bar. You could really let your hair down in there safe in the knowledge only BBC people were around. Sometimes, on special occasions, we’d make for the Balzac Bistro on Shepherd’s Bush Green for a meal. It wasn’t particularly far to walk but we only seemed to venture thus far for birthdays and celebrations. The priority was always to find the nearest watering hole and pitch our tent there.
There’s more than a hint of Frankenstein in The Brain of Morbius. Mad scientist Solon is trying to rebuild Morbius, an evil Time Lord, but he’s short on parts. So far he’s just got a brain in a jar and a body somewhere between a man and a crab. Then Tom and I stroll along and all his Christmases come at once.
Chris Barry, the ‘Mad Monk’, was in charge of this one. He was very professional, extremely precise and – how can I put it? – mercurial, too. Whatever mood Chris was in when he arrived at rehearsal, that was the mood you got directed in. I remember he was very excited about working with Philip Madoc, who was playing Solon. I got the impression from Chris that he was working with a proper actor for a change. Charming!
I see Philip now and he’s a jovial man. I wish I’d known it at the time. On Morbius he was deadly serious, every detail had to be explored. Ad-libbing, fooling around or any of those flippant drama exercises seemed beneath him. And, I have to be honest: Chris seemed to love him for it. Hello, Chris, you’re directing Doctor Who, not Professor Solon, I thought.
I’d almost forgotten the shadow Philip cast on recording until we came to do the DVD commentary. Chris and Philip were asked if they spent a lot of time rehearsing Solon’s scene with the monster.
‘No time at all – the whole thing was done very quickly.’ They both agreed on that.
I nearly spat my coffee out. As far as I’m concerned they rehearsed that scene over and over; they were on it for hours. We’ll never get home at this rate, I remember thinking.
John Scott Martin was also in this one (buried under the monster costume), as was Stuart Fell, so it was nice to have them around. Condo, the gormless servant, was played by an old Liverpool lad called Colin Fay. His character was a direct lift from those old horror films with the sinister servant ‘Igor’. Any gap in the schedule and we’d be regaling each other with stories of the home country. That fun carried over into rehearsals. When we first arrive at Solon’s castle it’s raining. We knock on the door and this Lurch figure greets us. Now, just before the cameras were about to roll, Tom said, ‘Do you know, Lis – when he opens the door we could be doing a tap dance like Singin’ in the Rain.’ You can imagine his face, animated and big-eyed at the idea.