Pop Culture: The David Burton 'Doctor Who'

Battle for the New Doctor
  • THE BATTLE FOR THE NEW DOCTOR, Dreamwatch Bulletin, summer issue, 1998



    The idea of replacing David Burton as the Doctor appears as early as Paul Saltzman’s exploratory memos brainstorming ideas for the prospective project.

    It was surprising, since it had been Burton had brought the project to Saltzman, and since Burton had already played the character in two series. But by the time he met Saltzman, Burton was desperate to flog a project that was all but dead, and was acting as a producer. On that basis, Saltzman believed, and Burton had led him to believe, that everything was on the table.... without restrictions.

    Saltzman took that at it’s word, and openly discussed a number of ideas, including recasting the part. Something that Burton vehemently objected to. It created the first rift between the men, and might have ended the project, if not for the intercession and participation by Terry Nation.

    Nation was able to act as a bridge, both pushing Saltzman towards Burton in the role, while at the same time trying to get Burton to tolerate the idea of the role being recast.

    This proved difficult, Burton’s outbursts had soured the relationship with Saltzman, resulting in the notion of recasting moving from an idea to a mild preference. Still, Saltzman was more or less prepared to live with Burton as a Doctor, less thrilled with him as a producer.

    For his part, Nation persuaded Burton that, much as he wanted the part, if push came to shove, he should at least consider giving it up, if it was the only way to move the project.

    While matters were still up in the air, the compromise was that Burton would remain the choice, or at least the placeholder for the role of the Doctor. Who could tell what the future would bring? In the meantime, there was an uneasy truce and mutual distrust.

    The meeting with the Australians, Armquist Productions, blew the truce apart.

    Saltzman’s absolute priority was to get the Australians into a deal. Without that last component of financing, things could fall apart completely. Faced with that risk, he was prepared to open the position up to auditions.

    To be fair, Saltzman didn’t throw Burton under the bus, as it were. And he didn’t accept Jackman outright. His response was the safest thing he could do under the circumstances.

    If his relationship with Burton had been in better shape at that time, with less suspicion and hostility, he might have opted to fight for Burton. But he wasn’t going to bend over backward on behalf of a man he was finding increasingly difficult.

    Burton on the other hand, saw this as an outright betrayal, possibly even a conspiracy, arranged to embarrass and humiliate him.

    It didn’t help that Jackman was clearly younger, taller, more athletic, better looking and more charismatic. Jackman was a classic leading man with a future ahead of him, whereas Burton looked in the mirror and saw a gangly, balding, middle aged character actor with diminishing prospects. The comparison was traumatic, particularly given Burton’s prior insecurities.

    Burton managed to hold it together until the deal with the Australians went through.

    But on the night before the flight back to North America, he finally broke. The result was a truly epic tantrum, a melt down that of impressive proportions, as Burton accused both Nation and Saltzman of trying to push him out of a project that he had brought to them. Harsh words were said.

    This convinced both Nation and Saltzman that Burton was too unstable, both as an actor and as a producer, and that perhaps they’d be better off without him. The audition became a real process, not a sop for the Australians, and Saltzman actively began looking for other candidates.

    Nation cultivated Ian Levine as an unofficial advisor, and Millennium representative.

    Ironically, Burton’s fears and insecurity had, ironically brought about the situation he feared most, and very nearly ended his participation.

    Burton quickly realized his mistake, and thereafter worked hard at restoring his relationship with both Saltzman and Nation, and building a relationship with Armquist and Roarch. This was somewhat successful. The budding friendship with Nation was renewed, and he was able to reassure Saltzman of his professionalism.

    An undercurrent of wariness remained on all sides.

    David Burton would fluctuate between periods of despondency and depression, and fits of rage. But in between those, he struggled to come to terms with the idea that he might be replaced as lead actor but that he could find some other meaningful position in the project. He did his best to learn the ins and outs of the production process. At the very least, he could try to see what money or leverage he might procure.

    There were still episodes. At one point, he met with lawyers and former members of Millennium, to explore prospects to bring the entire project down. A samson option, destroying the project if he couldn’t have the lead role. This was never disclosed, and he abandoned this. No harm was done.

    More damagingly, was the tantrum at the auditions.

    The parties had agreed on an independent audition process through a casting agency. This was to ensure fair treatment without preference to Canadian and Australian candidates. But Burton was required to participate in the audition process, the same as other candidates.

    Initially he accepted this, particularly based on Terry Nation’s assurance that his incumbency would count for him on the back end.

    But on the date of the audition, Burton got set off. In the middle of the script, he lost his temper, went off on a rant and walked out, accusing the casting agency of bias.

    It took a certain amount of pleading and apologizing by Burton, and intercession of Terry Nation with Salzman, for Burton to be allowed a second attempt at an audition the next day.

    This audition went poorly, the casting agent was visibly hostile, despite Burton’s best efforts. In the end, Burton did not make the final list of six candidates, three from each country. Nevertheless, he was added to the list.

    By agreement, no other roles would be cast until the Doctor was finalized. These included at least one, possibly two companions - male or female, the role(s) of Vise, and potentially a secondary recurring villain, and guest stars for each serial. The national allocation would shake out depending on who the Doctor was.

    In Australia, there was a fair amount of media interest in the casting process. Doctor Who was far better known and more popular there than in Canada, having run in primetime on the major network, ABC. In Canada, the show was barely known, and then only as a cult item. The idea of Australia’s first Doctor caught on.

    A number of Candidates were touted, among them Paul Hogan (declined - insufficient money, wasn’t comfortable with the producers), Yahoo Serious (put himself forward and was even auditioned but did not make the short list), Brian Brown, Hugh Jackman, and others. Most Australian candidates fell into the leading man category.

    In Canada, the process was more low key, but candidates considered included Wayne Robson, Geraint Wyn-Davies, Nigel Bennet, Chas Lawther, Don Francks, Christopher Plummer and Maurice LaMarche reflecting a diversity of approaches to the character, from leading man type, senior wise man, quirky trickster and so on.

    Ultimately the various candidates were winnowed down to a core group of three from each country, recommended by the Casting agency, plus Burton.

    Each side was then invited to select two of their three for offering. One of these two would then be selected by the other country, with the other being dismissed.

    That left two candidates, Hugh Jackman for Australia, Nigel Bennett for Canada, plus David Burton.

    A special meeting was convened in Toronto to determine the final vote for the Doctor. In attendance were David Salzman, Terry Nation, Ken Roarch and Ian Levine representing Millennium Productions, since Burton could not be a candidate and vote....
     
    And the Winner Is...
  • Toronto, Canada

    “You don’t have to be here,” Paul Saltzman said. “I think maybe it would be better all around if you just took the day off, went sightseeing.”

    “Or waited in the reception area,” David Burton said. “If it’s all the same, if this is the end of the road, I’d like to be here for it.”

    Saltzman looked around. Terry Nation, Ian Levine and Ken Roarch all sat stiff and serious, staring grimly. None of them were happy with the situation. But none of them were prepared to have a confrontation over it.

    “Fine,” Saltzman said finally, “I can respect your interest. But David, try to remember, this is just business. We’re here to make a business decision. It’s not personal.”

    “Well,” Burton said, a bare hint of anger in his voice, “if it’s not personal, then there should be no problem with me sitting in.”

    “Of course not,” Saltzman said. He had anticipated something like this. They’d arranged for a security guard to be close by, just in case. Saltzman nodded at his assistant Sherry, she nodded back and left the room to get him. Burton watched her leave.

    “Relax mate,” Terry Nation said, “It’s just business. No matter what happens, you’ll do all right. We got your back.”

    Burton nodded glumly, but at least he didn’t make any comment about knives.

    “All right,” Saltzman said, “as you know, we’ve narrowed it down to three candidates. We are four producers or production companies. Mr. Levine votes for Millennium, as a rights holder. Mr. Nation also votes as a rights holder. Mr. Roarck votes for Armquist. I vote for Sunshine. We’ll deal with it by way of secret ballot. In case of a tie, we’ll vote again. If we can’t agree after a second vote, we’ll select an outside party to break the tie.”

    Saltzman cleared his throat.

    “Before we vote, you’ve all got the prospectuses before you,” he waved at the portfolio binders in front of each of them. These contain the project description, the proposed financing model, series bible and relevant material. They also contain detailed background on each of the three candidates.”

    Terry Nation looked to Burton.

    “David,” he said, “we’ve got resumes, backgrounds, histories for each of the three candidates, including yourself. Do you feel that you’ve got fair treatment. We covered you fully?”

    “It’s fair,” David grunted.

    “And you’ve had a look at the other candidates too?”

    “Yes.”

    “Anything to add or take away,” Terry asked. “Or are they all, yourself included, properly summed up.”

    “It’ proper,” David said reluctantly.

    “All right then. Paul....”

    Saltzman continued. “Before we vote, I’d like to give a rundown of each of the candidates, and assess their strengths and weaknesses.”

    “The first up is David. David is arguably the strongest candidate, a least from an acting point of view. He’s played The New Doctor for three seasons and twenty-four episodes. We have a very clear idea of what he can and can’t do with the role. He certainly knows the character, and he’s been a one man band in terms of pushing the project along. We certainly wouldn’t be here without him.”

    David nodded.

    “On the other side of the coin, it’s been said that David is perhaps too attached to the part. He’s not known and certainly isn’t a name in either Canada or Australia. He’s a British citizen, so he’s not a particular advantage in terms of points for either country, though his nationality may help to sell to England. I think that there’s a question as to how much advantage David brings to the project. Normally, we’d stick with a star, but Doctor Who is well known for periodic replacements. So the question is.... can we do better.”

    David glared.

    “Our second candidate is a young Australian, Hugh Jackman. He’s young, 28 years old. He’s appeared mainly in Australia. He’s appeared in several television series, Law of the Land, Blue Heelers, Corelli. His principal advantages are points for Australia, and I think considerable talent and charisma. His drawback is that he’s not particularly well known now, but I think he’s going to be famous.”

    Roarch, the Australian, made a point of pulling Jackman’s head shot out of the folder and laying it on the table.

    “Our final candidate is Nigel Bennett. 47 years of age. British born, but moved to Canada in 1986, dual citizen. So he gets us points in the Canadian system, and maybe consideration in England. He’s extremely well accomplished, his credits go back to 1976, he’s extremely well known in the Canadian acting community, very good reputation, solid reliable performer. I’ll be honest and say that I’ve worked with him on Maximillian Glick. And he’s quite well known in ... certain circles, from his work on Forever Knight.”

    Saltzman paused.

    “David, I’m sorry to say, that he simply is objectively the better candidate. I say this with no disrespect to you at all, or the work that you’ve done. He’ll do a better job.”

    Burton was stone faced. He nodded slightly to acknowledge Saltzman’s words.

    “I thought this was a secret ballot,” Burton choked out.

    “I don’t want there to be lies between us,” Saltzman said. “I hope you can respect my honesty.”

    Burton nodded.

    “Well,” Levine said, “since we’re putting cards on the table, I’ll say right now, I’m voting for David.”

    Burton looked surprised.

    “Anyone else want to say anything?” Levine asked.

    They wrote their choices down on a pieces of paper and threw them in a cup.

    Saltzman pulled out the papers and laid them out.

    “Two for David,” he announced. “One for Bennett, one for Jackman.”

    He leaned back.

    “Does anyone want to change their vote?”

    There was no answer.

    “We’ll go again?”

    Again, the slips of paper went into the cup.

    “Two for David,” Saltzman announced again. “One for Bennett, one for Jackman.”

    He sighed.

    “Looks like it’s just me for Bennett,” he said finally. “I think he’s by far the best candidate, over both David and Jackman. But if it’s not Nigel, then I’d have to go with David. I think Hugh’s got major potential, but he’s too young, I don’t know that he’s ready to carry a series.”

    He looked around.

    “Anyone? Objections? Arguments?”

    “David,” said Roarch, “and not because he’s sitting right here with us.”

    “Terry?” Saltzman asked.

    “David,” Nation grunted, not meeting Burton’s eyes.

    “Then I guess it’s unanimous,” Saltzman said. “Congratulations, David.”

    Burton looked shocked, his face was pale. He was almost trembling. Whatever he’d been going to say was forgotten, and now, he wasn’t quite sure.

    “Thank you,” he said. “Even if we took the roundabout route, I’m glad to be the choice...”

    He paused.

    “The other two were good...” he choked up for a moment. “They were very good. But I’m glad... Anyway, thank you.”

    He stood, and awkwardly, the others followed suit.

    “There’s the matter,” Saltzmann said, “of supporting cast. Designating guest stars. Continuing and recurring characters. I know we don’t have scripts written yet. And we’ll need to select or at least discuss writers and directors.... David, would you like to participate?”

    Burton’s pallor was fading. He was starting to look flushed.

    “You know,” he said, “I think I’d like to get some air. If it’s all right.”

    ***
     
    Afterwards
  • David Burton was in the bar, nursing a pint when he looked up.

    Ian Levine stood there.

    “Hello David,” Levine said.

    “Hulloo,” Burton replied. “I figured you’d be up there with the rest of them.”

    Levine took a seat, uninvited.

    “I’m done with Millennium,” he said, “I can’t be bothered to get dragged back into that mess. The first two series were enough. Millennium’s finished anyway, the project belongs to them. All that mattes to me is that you send your cheques on time.”

    “So you’re heading out?”

    Levine shrugged.

    “There’s a few people here I might look up, some music business maybe. Maybe I’ll take a holiday.”

    There was an awkward silence.

    “Thanks for coming, then,” Burton said. “I was sure you were going to bugger me.”

    Levine nodded.

    “I thought about it,” he said. “Particularly when I talked it over with Terry. I was brought in to make sure you were out. I definitely thought about it. There would have been a certain satisfaction to it.”

    “Did you?”

    Levine shrugged.

    “I meant what I said. And I’ll be blunt, I’m the only reason you’re the Doctor right now.”

    “So why?” Burton asked. “Guilt.”

    Levine looked down at the floor.

    “No,” he said, “I don’t think so. I’ll admit that the last series we were on together, that was me at my worst. I was going through a bad spell, and I did things that were excessive. I made mistakes and I burned bridges. I’ll take responsibility for that.”

    “But,” Levine continued. “Guilt? Over you? No. You were a bad choice, the worst choice, that was clear for the first series and the second, and I think we should have gotten rid of you. Or I should have walked. I acted badly, but I was in the right.”

    “That’s flattering,” Burton said.

    Levine shrugged.

    “So why?” Burton asked. “You could have done me in the neck, given it to Nigel or Hugh, either one of them.”

    Levine leaned back in his chair thoughtfully.

    “You’ve stuck with it,” Levine said finally. “I may not have liked the way you played it, but you pulled your weight and tried your best, I’ll give you that. For better or worse, you stuck with it after the rest of us walked away, and you put the work in. They wouldn’t be up there now, if not for you, and it’s pretty shabby treatment to try to show you the door. I know what it’s like to be treated like that.”

    “Us underdogs have to stick together,” Burton laughed.

    “You’re on your own,” Levine said. “Good luck with them. Don’t trust Nation though, not as far as you can throw him. Don’t trust any of them, they’ll throw you under a bus as soon as look at you. That’s my advice.”

    “I think I’ve figured that out,” Burton said dryly.

    “Frankly,” Levine said, “I think you’ll fail. I won’t say I hope that you will, I’m past that. But I think you will. But whether you succeed or fail, you deserve to have the chance. That’s all.”

    Burton laughed out loud.

    “You’ve mellowed out, Ian.”

    Ian’s lips quirked.

    “I suppose so.”

    Burton stuck his hand out. After a moment’s hesitation, Levine took it.

    “See you around,” Burton said.

    “I hope not,” Levine actually smiled. “But good luck.”
     
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