All language subtitles for Doctor.Who.the.War.Games.1969.1080p.BluRay.x264-PFa_track3_[eng]-eng

And now we join Doctor Who

and his best friends,
Jamie and Zoe,

as they fight for their lives
in The War Games.

(METALLIC THRUMMING)

- JAMIE: Ugh!
- (LAUGHTER)

JAMIE: What a place!

- (TARDIS DOOR CLOSES)
- ZOE: Where are we? Earth?

Well, it looks like it, Zoe.

Come on.

(SQUELCHING)

(DOCTOR WHISTLES A TUNE)

What's this stuff?

Aye, wee spikes.

(TUTS) Oh!

Barbed wire, Jamie.
It's filthy stuff.

I thought so.

Eh?

Where are we?

We're back in history, Jamie.

One of the most terrible times
on the planet Earth.

(SHELL WHISTLES OVERHEAD)

Quick, down there!

(SHELL WHISTLES)

Jamie!

(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS)

Zoe!

Oh, my word!

(GUNFIRE STOPS)

I say! Are you all right?

Well...well, yes, I think so.

I shouldn't stay around here
if I were you.

That was just
a softening-up barrage.

- Really?
- Oh... Oh, my!

What on earth
are you doing here anyway?

This is no place for civilians.

- Well, where are we?
- Between the lines, I think.

I'm not quite sure myself.

I'm heading for Ypres,
but I seem to have got...

Hande hoch!

Macht schnell!

(MAN SHOUTS)

Out you come!

- There's another in the back.
- Take care of him.

Well done.

(GUNFIRE)

Hold your fire! Hold it!

Come on! Get down!

Get down.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

Couple of prisoners, Sergeant.
My men are bringing them in.

Very good, sir.

How are we going to get back
to the TARDIS?

Just be quiet, Jamie,
and let me do the talking.

Lieutenant Carstairs, sir.

What are you doing here?

You don't belong
with this battalion, do you?

No. Patrolling
in no-man's-land, sir.

I got cut off from my own lot.

What were you doing
traipsing about in ambulances?

Recaptured it from the Hun,
Sir.

Lucky we arrived, really.

There was a WVR driving it
and three civilians inside.

Civilians? In no-man's-land?

Where are we?

Early 20th century,
isn't it, Doctor?

Yes, I'm afraid we've landed
right in the middle

of one of the worst wars
in human history.

What are they dug
into the ground like this for?

Well, it's trench warfare,
you see, Jamie.

These trenches stretch

right the way across
the continent of Europe.

But what are they fighting
for?

Well, I believe they call it
The War To End Wars.

Do you think they'll let us go?

Well, they've no reason
to keep us.

Here, things have calmed down
a bit. Let's try and get away.

- (MACHINE-GUN FIRE)
- Oh!

What do you think you're doing?

Our transportation is
over there, you see,

- we're trying to get to it.
- Over there?

There's nothing over there
but Huns.

Anyway,
the Major wants to see you.

Oh, we don't want to bother
him. I'm sure he's very busy.

Come on! You, too, ma'am.

Right, sir, we'll go
over the top at 0400 hours.

Sir...

As you say, sir.

That was General Smythe.
Big push tomorrow.

How long have you been
out here?

Well, sir, it's odd,
but I can't quite remember.

I know. It seems like forever,
doesn't it?

Civilian party, sir.

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

I understand you picked these
people up in ho-man's-land.

Yes, I found them hiding
in a bomb crater.

I see. May I ask
what you were doing there?

- Trying not to get killed.
- I see.

You're a Highlander,
aren't you?

Why aren't you
with your regiment?

Regiment? I'm not in the Army.

- Are you a deserter?
- No, of course not!

All right, all right.

And, you, what are you doing
in the front line?

- No place for young ladies.
- What about her?

This lady's here on duty.

Er, look, Major,
we don't want to trouble you.

If you'll just let us
go on our way.

And which way is that?

He tried to make off
towards the German line, sir.

Did he, by Jove?!

- (EXPLOSION)
- (ALL EXCLAIM)

I think General Smythe
would like to know about you.

Get me General Smythe at base.

Civilians? In no-man's-land?

Yes. Well,
send them back here at once.

I'll question them myself.

Three civilians found
in no-man's-land.

- Good Lord! Where about, sir?
- Barrington's sector.

He's sending them
straight back here.

I'm going to turn in
for half an hour.

Let me know
when these civilians arrive.

Yes, sir.

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)

Smythe, 1917 zone.

British sector.

Reinforcements
urgently required.

At least 5,000 specimens.

(BIRD CAWS)

Left, right, left, right,
left, right...

Prisoners and escort,
mark time!

Halt!

Left turn!

- Major Barrington...
- Accused, back in line!

If you're ready, gentlemen?

Now, look,
what's going on here?

The court martial is
Now in session.

Court martial?

But we're civilians.

The statements
of Lieutenant Carstairs

and Lady Jennifer
have been taken into evidence.

DOCTOR: But if you'll allow me
to explain...

"The prisoners waylaid
an ambulance..."

Waylaid?!

The ambulance found us.

"Recaptured
by Lieutenant Carstairs,

"the prisoners
insinuated themselves

"into a forward command post

"where,
at the earliest opportunity,

"one of them made a break
for the enemy lines

"with whatever information
he had gathered."

But none of that's true!
You've twisted the whole thing.

This is a travesty of justice!
What are we charged with?

In the case of this man,
desertion

- from a Highland regiment.
- JAMIE: But, but...

In the case of yourself
and the girl,

the charge is one of espionage.

The penalty for
all these charges is death!

But this is monstrous!

The court has carefully
considered all the evidence

and finds you all
guilty as charged.

Desertion in a time of war is
a most heinous military crime.

Look,
I've deserted from nowhere!

I was never
in your rotten Army!

You will be confined
to a military barracks

awaiting
a regimental court martial.

Now, look, I'm not being
confined anywhere.

You, young lady, have betrayed
your king and country.

You are sentenced
to ten years' penal servitude,

to be spent
in a civilian prison.

Oh,
but I haven't done anything!

The court finds you

- guilty of espionage.
- But this is ridiculous!

For a crime of this magnitude,
there is only one penalty.

The evidence has been
twisted! Just tell them!

If you've nothing further to
say, sentence will be passed.

I demand the right to appeal
to a higher authority.

There is no right of appeal.

You will be executed
at dawn tomorrow.

Take them away, Sergeant Major.

Prisoners and escort,
left turn!

Now, just a moment,
you can't do this to us!

Let go!

Hand him over to the MPs.

They'll take him
to the military prison.

- Take him away.
- Sir!

Oh, I don't want to leave you,
Doctor!

You stay here, Zoe.

Goodbye, my dear.

But you can't let them
execute the Doctor!

He hasn't done anything!

(INSECTS CHIRRUP)

(OWL HOOTS)

(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)

Zoe!

- Oh, Doctor!
- How on earth...?

Well, I couldn't leave you
to be shot, could I? It's dawn!

Oh, what a nice and clever girl
you are!

Now, we must find Jamie.

They said something about
a military prison. Come on.

Quite right, Doctor.
It is time to go.

(COUGHING)

Squad!

Attention!

Present!

Aim!

(GUNSHOT)

(BIRDS FLAP AND CALL)

(GUNSHOTS)

Well done, Zoe.

Can you undo it?

- Oh, Doctor...
- Oh!

Come on!

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

General Smythe,
the prisoners have...

- Ransom! Get out!
- Sir, what...?

There is nothing there.

No, sir, there's nothing there.

You have not seen me.

I have been called away
to an important meeting.

Important meeting, yes.

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

General Smythe?

Oh, of course,
he's gone to that meeting.

DOCTOR: Oh, yes. That's it.

That's the military prison,
all right.

That's where Jamie will be.

Take a look.

The trouble is those sentries.

What are we going to do?

Dunno.

I shall have to think
of something. Come on.

Stop!

And about time, too!

- Where have you been?
- Enh?

- You were sent to meet us.
- Meet who?

Now, don't argue!
Take us to the prison.

In you get, Miss Heriot.

Well, drive on!

Not a trace of them.

General Smythe will be furious.

- We must get those people back!
- Yes, of course, sir.

Who?

- Two civilians, sir.
- Civilians?

HQ are asking if you...

Well, tell them to wait.
I'm having my tea.

Very good, sir.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(DOOR OPENS)

How dare you
treat me like this, sir?!

What? Who the blazes are you?!

Don't you address me like that,
sir!

This is disgraceful!

I shall make a complaint

directly to the Minister
himself!

Oh, I don't understand.
Who are you?

I'm the examiner
from the War Office!

I am here to inspect
the military prisons.

This young lady is
my secretary.

Well, there must be
some mistake. I mean...

Can I see
your identification papers?

How dare you?!

You send no car to meet us
on our arrival

and now you add insult
to injury

by doubting my credentials!

Do you know who I am, sir?!

Would you care for some tea?

We are here to inspect

the security arrangements
of the prison!

Now, I suggest we stop wasting
time and get on with it!

Hey! Do I not get
any breakfast?

(GRUNTS)

Redcoat?

- What are you doing here?
- Highlander!

Keep away from me, you!

Easy now! I-I'm a prisoner too,
you know.

How did you get here?

Well, come on!
How did you get here?

I don't know! I can't remember.

What year do you think it is?

Year?

Well, it's 1745.

- Any luck?
- Not a sign.

That was one of the patrol
posts. Nothing to report.

Poor old Ransom.

He's in for a sticky time
when the General gets back.

Didn't you think there was
something rather strange

about that court martial?

Oh, well, military justice,
you know?

It's not like the Old Bailey.

No, but you remember
we were talking

- about not remembering things?
- Yes?

Well, things are starting
to come back to me.

What sort of things?

Look,
you must try and remember!

I told you! I was fighting
up in the Highlands.

I got lost and I don't...

There was this mist.

I was on my way
to the hospital,

well behind the lines.

I was driving
through a forest and...

...all of a sudden,
there was a strange sort of...

...mist.

It came down all round me.

The next thing I knew,
everything was different.

Well, how do you mean,
"different"?

Well, there were
these great big guns,

bigger than I'd ever seen
before.

And carts moving along
without horses.

I-I've seen those too.
Now go on, go on.

And these fellas
in the funny uniforms,

they came along
and...and they caught me

and brought me here.
Where are we?!

And then I was
in a field dressing station,

looking after
some wounded soldiers.

- Hm, loss of memory.
- No, but isn't it strange

that you should be suffering
from it, too?

I've got to get to the Doctor.
And you're going to help me.

Oh, no! No, I don't trust you.

You're one of them rebels.

Now, look, just you listen
to me a moment.

- Mist!
- What about it?

I wonder, could it be
some kind of new gas?

I mean, perhaps the Germans
have invented

a new type of poison gas,

one that affects our mi...
minds...

Doctor!

We'll see you get a doctor
if you need one, my man.

Right, let him go.

- What are you...?
- Speak when you're spoken to!

What are you doing?

I'm going to telephone
General Smythe.

I've had about all I can take
from you, sir.

- Ah, you'll regret this.
- Get me General Smythe.

The Minister...

I don't care two hoots
about the Minister!

Besides, I'm not even sure
you're from the War Office.

Yes,
where are your identity papers?

- My identity papers are...
- I thought so.

I thought there was
a fishy story all along.

Hello, is that..."?

(THUD)

I'm sorry, Doctor,
but it seemed the only way.

Oh, well done, Zoe.

Yes, I think he'll survive.

Right, come on.

We'll see if we can bluff
our way out of here.

Why were you kidding...?

Going somewhere?

Perhaps I can give you a lift.

General Smythe had made up his
mind those people were guilty.

He wanted that man to be shot.

But perhaps
he knew they were guilty.

Oh,
you don't really believe that!

No, I don't, but...

Well, we've got them.

You will never believe
where we found them.

Where were they?

Well, I was on my way back here
to conduct the search.

It suddenly occurred to me

I ought to go and tell Gorton
about it.

Well, who's Gorton?

He's the Commandant
at the prison.

Popped into his office
and there they were!

- What were they doing there?
- (LAUGHS) You know that chap,

he'd convinced old Gorton

that he was a Minister
from Whitehall!

And he'd nearly bluffed him
into letting that Scots lad go.

(LAUGHS) I don't know!

I must say,
I admire his, uh, gall.

It seems a pity, really,
to have to shoot him.

Redcoat, Jamie?

Aye,
and he thinks he's in 1745!

But that's
a complete anachronism.

Aye...

It's a what?

Something out of its own time.

It's like
the telecommunications unit

in the General's room

- that I told you about.
- Enh?

Both these things are
in the wrong time.

Oh, just like us, eh?

DOCTOR: But we are
time travellers, Jamie.

What are they doing here
in 19177?

- (DOOR UNLOCKS)
- Shi

Close the door.

What on earth are you doing?!

There's no time to explain now.

- Where is the General's room?
- Over there.

What are we supposed to be
looking for?

There it is.

There's nothing there.
Only wall.

What, you mean
you can't see that screen?!

What are we
supposed to be looking at?

Look at the wall! Concentrate!

It is there!

I can see it!

DOCTOR: Can you see it yet?

Yes!

But...

...what's it for?

Well, it's like a telephone,

only you can see people
as well as hear them.

What's on the other end?

Good heavens!
This thing is switched on!

But we didn't see anything
on the screen.

No, but somebody
may have seen us.

We've got to get away
from here, all of us.

Get away?
Where do you hope to get to?

Well, anywhere, so long
as it's away from here!

I just can't let you go,
just like that!

Yes, you can.
And you've got to come, too.

Your lives will be in danger
now, both of you!

I think he's right.

Now, look, my friends and I
are leaving here.

Are you going to shoot us down?

All right. I'll believe you.

I'll get the ambulance.

Yes. I'll meet you
by the front entrance.

So what do you want us to do?

Uh, just clamber into the back
of the ambulance

and keep quiet.

I'm going to have to bluff
our way past the sentries.

Right. Zoe, up you go.

OK. Right.

(GRUNTS) There we are.

Artillery barrage. We're seven
miles from the German line!

Well, perhaps
it's not German artillery!

Our chaps wouldn't fire at us!

No, but General Smythe might!

Let's get out of here!
Bring the rest of the maps!

- Righto.
- Stay here, keep under cover!

Right.

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

(LADY JENNIFER EXCLAIMS)

- What is it?
- Fog.

Can't seel

The mist! The...

- The gas!
- Gas"?

I can't go on.
There's something stopping me!

It's not gas. Go on!

I can't!

Well, move over.
Let me, come on.

That's more like it.

All that mist, Doctor,
what was it?

I don't know, Zoe.
Some sort of forcefield.

Where are we? There's no sign
of the war here.

Yes, and the guns have stopped,
too.

Yes, it's odd, Jamie.

Feeling better?

Yes. Thank you.

Ah, that's better!

- (DISTANT YELLING)
- What's that?

- JAMIE: Who are they?
- ZOE: They're Romans!

- Oh, come on!
- Jamie, Zoe, run!

Oh, my word!

(YELLING)

- Start the engine!
- Look! Look!

Switch on.

ZOE: We're being attacked
by Romans!

JAMIE: Come on!
They're after us!

(WHINNYING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

- That was a close shave.
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

Where are we, Doctor?

Oh, no,
we're not back here again!

Lieutenant Carstairs,

is this the only map
you're supplied with?

Yes, that's the one.

It's a bit inadequate,
isn't it?

Doctor, who were those people
who attacked us just now?

- Oh, they were Romans.
- Oh, but that's impossible!

Oh, lots of impossible things
happen

when you pass through time.

Time?
But no-one can alter time.

Look, itis 1917,
where we are now on this map.

Where we were attacked
by the Romans,

it is 2,000 years ago.

Oh, but surely, Doctor...

Shortly before we met
the Romans,

we passed through a mist,
didn't we?

A gas, you called it.

Now, supposing this mist
is a barrier

between different time zones?

I see. So we went
off the edge of this map

- into another time zone!
- Yes.

What we need is a map
that covers all the time zones.

I'm afraid
we shall have to go back

to General Smythe's
headquarters, to the chateau.

Well, how are we going
to get back there?

Well, that's easy.
You will take us.

No trace of them?

Well, keep searching!

Lieutenant Carstairs reporting,
Sir.

I've brought back
the prisoners.

Carstairs,
you're in very serious trouble.

You're...

- Have you gone mad?
- I'm sorry about this, sir.

You'll be shot for this,
Carstairs.

Yes, sir.

Don't do anything foolish, sir.

Oh, yes. I'm afraid there's
nothing here, only local maps.

This is mutiny! I hope you...

Perhaps there's something
in the General's room.

(GASPS) Look, Zoe.

1917 zone,

Roman zone,

American Civil War zone.

This whole place is divided
into time zones.

But there's a blank space
in the middle.

There's nothing marked at all.

Yes.

Yes, and I think that's where
we've got to get to.

This is an ambulance.

We have a seriously wounded
officer in the back.

Sie missen mit uns kommen.

Ah.
You want me to come with you.

Ah, well,
if you put it like that.

Yes, here we go.

For the last time,
what is your name?

Why don't you just call me
Doctor?

That is not a name.
I want your full name.

Oh, very well.
Er, Doctor John Smith.

Good.
Now we are getting somewhere.

What are you doing
behind our lines?

Well, we were lost, you see.

So, you are lost.

And very conveniently,

you find your way
through our lines.

I realise this must seem
rather strange.

I find it both strange
and suspicious.

But I can assure you,
we're quite harmless.

Three people dressed
in civilian clothes

trying to infiltrate
through our lines.

Admit it, you are spies.

No, no, no, we are not spies!

Then,
tell me where you came from

before you were picked up
by that ambulance.

Well, you see, that's rather
difficult to explain.

I advise you
to tell me the truth.

Now.

All right, if you insist.

- (GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS)
- Oh!

I don't know
how they stick it out here.

It's the same with the British,
remember.

What a way to fight, though,
hiding in wee holes

and blasting each other
with big guns.

(LOUD EXPLOSION NEARBY)

Oh! Oh, I wish we could
get out of here, Jamie!

Other planets?!

A time machine?

The girl is from the future
and the boy is from the past?

Well, you told me
to tell you the truth.

I think you must be mad.

Why don't you ask my companions
if you don't believe me?

Bringen Sie die anderen
Englander herein!

Sofort!

We shall soon see
if your stories are the same.

Young woman,
where did you meet this man?

Tell him the truth,
both of you.

Silence! Well?

We met at a space station.

GERMAN OFFICER:
A space station...

I don't think we've met,
have we?

Zoe.

Doctor...John Smith, isn't it?

John.

And you,
where did you meet this man?

- In Scotland.
- Ach, so.

- Now tell me, when?
- In 1745.

I was fighting the Redcoats.

- Argh!
- You were fighting

the Redcoats in 17457!

That ambulance,
was it going to a hospital

or to a lunatic asylum?

Oh, dear.

Look, look, I can prove to you
that we come from another time.

This is a sonic screwdriver.

Now, where can I demonstrate?

Ah, that revolver will do.

It's all right.

(SONIC WHIRS)

There we are.

- (SONIC WHIRS)
- And back it goes.

Phantastisch!

Do you believe me now?

But it's impossible.

You did not touch the screw.

It just moved.

Is it possible
you are telling the truth?

- Leutnant Lucke!
- Jawohl, mein Herr!

- Wer sind diese Leute?
- Wir haben...

- Was ist hier los?
- Wir haben hier

drei englische Zivilisten,
Herr Kapitan.

What are you doing here?
Where do you come from?

- Well...
- Er hat mir gesagt,

dass er aus einem anderen
Zeitalter kommt,

in einem Raumschiff
namens TARDIS.

Time travellers?

Well, it is a little difficult
to understand...

Leutnant Lucke!
Kommen Sie bitte mit.

Jawonhl, Herr Kapitan.

Es sind englische Spione!

Wir missen sie behalten!

Ich werde mit dem Herrn General
dartber sprechen.

Jawonhl, Herr Kapitan von Weich.

You...are dangerous
English spies.

- But...this is ridiculous!
- You are spies!

And you are going to be shot.

- (ELECTRONIC HUMMING)
- DOCTOR: No, no, no,

we are not spies!

The sonic screwdriver - we've
just shown you, with the gun!

Von Weich, 1917 German
front line, to central control.

We have captured three people

who escaped
from the British sector.

They claim
to be time travellers.

Now, it's very simple.
Put the gun on the table.

JAMIE: Let the Doctor show you
again, eh?

Now, watch.

(SONIC WHIRS)

Yes!
And then you put it back again!

- (SONIC WHIRS)
- That's right.

Is it possible?

Oh, we've got
lots of tricks like that.

Let me show you. Catch, Jamie.

Now, then, Lieutenant.

I'm very sorry about this,

but perhaps
you'd be good enough

to take us back
to our ambulance!

(ALARM BLARES)

(ALARM STOPS)

Did you have
a comfortable trip, sir?

Excellent. The War Lord
is pleased with our work.

But the rate of progress
must be accelerated.

A report from my zone, sir.

The prisoners that escaped
from the chateau

have been recaptured
in the German lines.

I have advised they be shot
immediately.

They told some ridiculous story
about being time travellers.

Time travellers?

And you ordered them
to be shot?

I want them brought here
for reinterrogation.

Those prisoners,
they've escaped.

They will probably go back
to your lines.

How did that happen?!

They tricked
my human Lieutenant.

Oh, that is sheer incompetence!

They also escaped from you,
General Smythe.

Organise pursuit
and report back here.

- Sir.
- But I want

these people captured - alive.

General alert
to all time zones.

Five escaped prisoners
travelling

in a 1917 British Army
ambulance,

clearly marked
with a red cross.

(INTERNALLY) Time travellers?

I wonder...

ZOE: Where do you think we are,
Doctor?

I think we're about there.

That's
the American Civil War zone!

- (GUNSHOT)
- Get down!

Oh, Doctor, be careful!

Zoe, we were right.

That was
an American Civil War soldier.

JAMIE: You mean we're mixed up
in another war now?

Yes, but it means
we're on the right road

and we're still making
for that blank space

in the middle of the map.

Jamie!

(GUNSHOTS)

- Get that tree moved!
- Come on!

(GRUNTS)

(WHINNYING)

Lady Jennifer, drive on!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

- What's wrong?
- We've run out of petrol.

- Oh, no!
- Where's Lieutenant Carstairs?

He held them off
while we got away.

- Oh, dear.
- Now what do we do?

There's only one thing for it.

We shall have to go on by foot.
Come along.

If my troops make a push here,
what resistance can you put up?

Along here
we shall have pillboxes,

machine-gun nests,

land mines.

You'll have no chance,

but it will be
an excellent test

of the morale of your humans.

Your entire force
will be wiped out.

(INSECTS CHIRRUP)

It's all right.
This'll do for the night, eh?

Oh, yes, Jamie.
This looks all right.

I wish we knew
where Lieutenant Carstairs was.

We shouldn't have left him,
you know.

- It was the way he wanted it.
- Now what do we do?

We've lost
Lieutenant Carstairs,

the ambulance has broken down,

and we're miles
from the TARDIS.

We carry on, of course.
We've got no alternative.

Are we still heading
for that blank space

- on that map of yours?
- Yes.

That is where
we'll find the answer.

Now, we'd better get some rest.

We have to start early
in the morning.

(ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING)

Quick, hide!

(WHOOSHING GROWS LOUDER)

(WHOOSHING FADES)

There's so many of them!

That thing must be bigger
inside than outside,

just like the TARDIS.,

I must have a look inside.

Be careful, now, Doctor.

What on earth is it?

Some kind
of space-time machine, I think.

But it just appeared
from nowhere.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

Doctor!

- (GUNFIRE GROWS CLOSER)
- Doctor!

- Oh, Doctor, come back!
- No, no, Zoe, don't!

Lady Jennifer!
Keep away from the door!

(WHOOSHING)

Doctor! No, Zoe, no!

Doctor, look -
it is like the TARDIS.

Bigger inside than out.

Yes, Zoe, you're right.

But who else would have
space-time machines

like the TARDIS?

Well, there is an answer
to that but, uh...

...I hope I...

I just hope...

What?

Doctor, what are these?

(WHISPERS LOUDLY) Zoe!
Come and see!

ZOE: Why are they
just standing there like that?

They seem to be in some sort
of hypnotic trance.

Romans!

Like the ones that attacked us.

But these soldiers -
what are they here for?

They're going to fight, Zoe.
That's what soldiers are for.

But they're all
from different times.

(ELECTRONIC THRUMMING)

We're landing!

We could get away.

No, we'd only land up

right in the middle
of another war.

Well, then,
what are we going to do?

- (ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING)
- It's taking off again.

That settles it.

- (BEEP)
- Von Weich,

American Civil War zone
to central control.

Two more of the escapees
from the 1917 zone

have been recaptured -
the woman and the boy.

How long
are we going to be kept here?

Hey, you with the blond hair,
I'm talking to you.

The older man and the girl
are still free.

- We're landing again.
- Yes.

All the soldiers have been
delivered,

so this must be its base.

Look, Doctor, how do we get
back to Jennifer and Jamie?

It's working on remote control.

When you have captured the
other two, send them all here.

Sir.

They will make
excellent specimens

for your reprocessing
experiment.

You're staying here

until the Captain
finds those friends of yours.

And then we're going to shoot
all four of you together.

(ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING)

(THRUMMING)

(METALLIC WHIRRING)

He must be the person
who's controlling this thing.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
- Shi

These glasses...

They're both wearing them.

Yes, you're right.
We'd better put them on.

(HE CHUCKLES)

Well, come on.

Let's explore.

It's no good, Jamie.

You can't possibly
get it undone...

Not a sound, mister.

Not one sound.

We've passed a reception area,
living quarters, lecture rooms.

It's just like a university.

Yes, a sort of training school,
but for what?

Shi

You two, in!

- Well, we were just...
- In here! You're late.

Oh. Well, if you insist.

There's a hole in the planks
over there.

Get a move on.

Hey-hey! How about that?!

I'll get some water. Hey, look!

- Run for it!
- Where to?

Trail due north. Old camp.

You may not be aware
that the problem is to retain

the specimen's personality
as a fighting man,

while at the same time
putting him under our control.

- What happened?
- They got away.

He turned them loose.
They can't have got far.

Get a cavalry patrol.
Get after 'em. Hunt 'em down!

So, you turned them loose?

- Lady Jennifer!
- SCIENTIST: As you know,

we remove the human specimens
from their own world

and time, and place them

in a context which seems
to them to be the same.

It is vital
that they continue to believe

that they're living their own
lives on the planet Earth

and fighting the wars

- from which they were taken.
- So this isn't Earth!

Quite right, Zoe, quite right.

With the majority
of human specimens,

the process used
is both lasting and effective.

However,
in the case of certain humans

of particularly strong
character and individuality,

the effects of the process

have not been permanent.

Where they making for, boy?

Look, I ain't going to tell you
nothing!

You're going to tell me
where they're making for.

Sorry, Captain,

but that stuff doesn't work
on me.

SCIENTIST: Gradually,
the processing tended to fade

and the specimens developed
the ability to pass

through the time zone barriers.

Some formed themselves
into resistance groups.

- You're from the resistance.
- That's right -

and I'm not one of you!

Listen, you all.

You're not fighting the War
Between The States, you know.

He's just using you!

It's no use.

You'll never get them
to understand.

They're under my control.

It is to overcome this problem
that I have further refined

our processing technique.
To demonstrate the process,

I have chosen a particularly
difficult specimen -

a man who finally shook off

the effects of the process
completely

and allied himself
to resistance elements

in order to fight us.

Lieutenant Carstairs
is a 1917 British Army officer

who, for some time
after his initial processing,

believed himself to be
fighting for his country.

However,
as I shall now demonstrate,

the process has
completely lapsed

and he is fully conscious
of his surroundings.

Where are you?

- Oh... I don't know.
- Describe what you can see.

A room!

Filled with a lot of...

...scientific mumbo jumbo.

Funny people,

strange clothes...

...and those sort of...

...glasses that you're wearing.

As you see, he is fully aware
of his surroundings

and very hostile.

After my new technique
has been applied,

he will not only be
completely docile

but will be fully convinced
that whatever I tell him

will be the truth.

Ah!

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

- Oh, can't we help him?
- No, no, not yet. Later.

In due course, other machines
will be built to this pattern,

capable of processing

large groups of specimens
simultaneously.

(BEEPING SLOWS TO A STOP)

Release him.

What is your name?

Carstairs.

I am your superior officer,
you know?

- Sorry, sir.
- Where are you, Carstairs?

Well, sir, I am... I'm...

You are in my office
at headquarters.

Yes, sir.
I'm in the General's office.

Now, who are these people?

They're my brother officers,
Sir.

Except those two people.

Those are German spies!

This is central control.

What is your emergency?

The Scotsman's been recaptured
in the American Civil War zone.

Bring him in at once.

But they're German spies!

I was at the court martial!
You've got to believe me!

I'll examine him later.

I don't think much
of that as a demonstration.

Will you kindly return
to your place?

The man was obviously unhinged
as a result of your experiment.

The experiment was successful.

Then, why did he call me
a German spy?

It's obviously ridiculous,
isn't it?

The aberration is
only temporary.

He was probably involved
with tracking down

some German spies
before he came here.

It has obviously become
a fixation.

Then, he's obviously no use
for our purposes, is he?

Oh, yes, just as I thought.
This is your trouble...

Will you leave this apparatus
alone?

This circuit is overloading
the neural paths.

You are here in the capacity
of a student.

You didn't de-process
that man first, did you?

There was no need.
His processing had

completely lapsed.
You saw that for yourself.

I saw a man whose processing
had partly lapsed.

You should have completely
de-processed him first,

but I don't suppose you can do
that on a machine like this,

- can you?
- Of course we can.

It is simply a matter
of reprogramming

- these circuits here...
- There?

- ...and here.
- I see.

- Yes, that's fascinating.
- And since we have

now exceeded the time allotted
for this demonstration,

I suggest you all continue
to your next assignment.

Thank you.

Come along, Zoe.

(ALARM BLARES)

Was the experiment successful?

Partly, partly,

but the specimen showed signs
of mental unbalance

after the process.

Then, the modifications
were not successful.

But I think we found the cause.

One of the students has been
extremely helpful to me.

That one over there.

- Run, Zoe! Run!
- Stop them!

- (ALARM BLARES)
- Stop them!

Emergency alert!

This is the War Chief
to all guard posts.

Close section areas.
Detain two resistance members.

What are you doing here?!

(LAUGHS) I was so interested
in your demonstration,

I-1 felt I had to come along

and see
how you were getting along.

But there's a security alarm
out for you.

No, no, no, not me - the girl.

Then, why did you run?

Well, I was...l was trying
to catch her, of course.

Has she been caught?

Yes, I sent her to the security
section for questioning.

Oh, good.

What's going to happen?
What are you going to do to me?

Oh, well, you might answer me!

You are the one
who will answer questions.

How are you getting on
with him?

I am about to de-process him.

- I see. This is intriguing.
- Just as you suggested

- at my lecture.
- (BEEPING)

Is the de-processing complete?

Yes.

Oh... Oh, where am I...7?

Oh, Doctor!

You! He recognises you!

- You're one of the...
- No, no, please!

Get him off. No!

Put him on there!
In the machine, quick!

(BEEPING)

Hoist with his own petard!

I'll explain as we go along.
We must find Zoe.

Oh, er...

(BEEPING FADES)

Better leave him on simmer.

That must be the security room.

Zoe,
what have they done to you?

Don't you point
that thing at me!

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself,

treating a poor young girl
like...

Well done. Come on.

- Oh, my head!
- We must find Jamie.

SCIENTIST: He appears not
to have been processed before.

- It's Jamie. He's alive!
- I hoped he might be.

GUARD: Sir, he was brought in
an hour ago

with
the other resistance leaders.

Take this prisoner to the
Security Chief for questioning.

Doctor, why are they
taking him away?

I think
they've possibly discovered

that he was never processed.

Where is the girl?!

You fool! Where is she?!

We've got to get in there...

Lieutenant.

Prepare
the reprocessing machine.

We shall begin...

...with this one.

I think you'll find
that that piece goes in there.

Ah, thank you.

(COUGHS)

What happened?
Where am 1?

It's all right,
you're quite safe.

- Who are you?
- We're your friends.

- Have to hurry it up, Doctor.
- Doctor?

- What is this place?
- (ALARM BLARES)

Come on, Doctor,
let's get out of here!

Through the gap in the wall
there. Zoe, help him.

- Come on, Doctor.
- Just a minute.

No, now!
Or we'll all be caught.

So what do we do now?

I must get you all back to
the landing bay.

Those guards will be
all over the place.

Yes. What we need
is some sort of disguise.

Ah!

It's all right, Jamie. It's me.

Oh!

Put on this greatcoat.

Wh-Where's Zoe?
What's happened?

She's waiting outside. Come on.

- Zoe!
- Are we ready?

Right. Quick march!

(GRUNTING)

Are you sure you can work
these controls, Doctor?

Yes, I think so, Zoe.
Now, let me see...

Now, I'll preset it for
the 1917 zone, and off we go.

Come along. Off you go, don't
be afraid, you've gone before.

After you, Doctor.

No, no. I-l shall follow
in a few moments.

You mean you're staying here?

No, but I must get
the processing machine.

Ah, if you're staying,
I'd better stay too.

Well, you can count on me,
then, Doctor.

Very well.
Go on, Zoe, off you go.

We'll follow in a few minutes.
Good luck.

(ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING)

- Is this all right, Doctor?
- Yes, Jamie, that's splendid.

Sir, we have located the
fugitive resistance members.

- Good.
- Four of them escaped

in a SIDRAT, and three others
are headed for the landing bay.

(WAILING)

- Did they get away all right?
- Yes, I hope so, Jamie.

(THRUMMING)

There you go.

SECURITY CHIEF:
Open the doors and surrender.

They must have stopped it
from the outside.

Surrender,
and we will spare your lives.

CARSTAIRS: What are
we going to do, Doctor?

Don't worry.
These things are impregnable

against outside attack.

You mean like the TARDIS?

This is your last chance!

Surrender now!

How do you propose
to get them out?

We will wait.
They will come out.

No, we won't wait.

We'll force them out.

What do you intend to do?

Activate
the dimensional control.

- You doing all right, Doctor?
- Very nicely, Jamie.

Now, don't worry.

Nothing can happen to us
in here.

Am I seeing things?

Walls.

Look!

And the ceiling, too!

- Oh, no!
- (ALL EXCLAIM)

Oh, what have they done?

You must surrender, Doctor.

Or you will all be crushed
to death.

(ALL WAIL)

What are we going to do,
Doctor?

We've got no choice!
We have to do what they say!

Wait!

(GROANS)

Bring out the others.

What are you going to do
with us?

Bring out the others.

Or would you sooner
they were crushed to death?

Oh, I think that's a...
perfectly horrid idea.

- (HISSING)
- (SHOUTING)

(COUGHS)

Oh, well done, Doctor.

Oh.

Can't you stop them?

He's locked off the controls

and taken
the master circuit rods.

What an ingenious fellow he is.

His ingenuity could ruin
everything.

Alert all time zones.

JAMIE: Are we not going back

- to Zoe and the TARDIS?
- DOCTOR: Not just now.

That's where they'll be looking
for us.

What are we going to do, then?

We're going
to one of the nearby zones

and cross the time zone barrier
on foot.

Oh!

Ah, yes. Here we are.

Haven't you traced them yet?

It's impossible to pick them up

while the SIDRAT is
still moving.

The War Lord is arriving
from the home planet.

He's chosen
rather an inconvenient time.

I shall go and receive him.

No, I'll receive him.

You stay here

and supervise the capture
of that...resistance group.

Come on. Here we go.

Help me on
with this processing machine.

Now remember,

as soon as we land,
we must make ourselves scarce.

- Eh?
- Well, they're bound to be

on the alert for us.

These resistance people
must be captured or destroyed!

So my information is correct.

I've heard disquieting rumours
of serious trouble here.

Are they true?

SECURITY CHIEF: There have
been...temporary difficulties.

But they've been overcome?

Almost.

War Chief...

...the defective
processing machinery,

has it been rectified?

Your scientists did get
an effective machine

but, unfortunately,

it was removed

by an intruding party
of resistance men.

They just walked in?! How?!

I have the situation
under control, War Lord.

It is only a matter of time
before they are recaptured.

Have you looked for this
space-time machine of theirs?

What use is that to us?

They will no doubt try
to return to it.

That's where
we should be looking for them.

It's a simple enough
conclusion.

You might even have reached it
yourself.

I have reached a number
of conclusions about you

and about this man, the Doctor.

- Come on!
- WAR CHIEF: Then, perhaps

you'd like to share them
with us.

The secret
of space-time travel is known

only to you and to your people.

And I brought that secret here.

SECURITY CHIEF:
You have shown us

how to operate these machines,

but not how to construct them.

These people were summoned

by one who is in league
with his own kind,

plotting to betray us!

You cannot produce
one single atom of proof!

That's enough!

That's enough from both of you.

Your inability to work together
is endangering our whole plan.

Come on.

Take cover!

No, don't shoot!
You'll hit my friends.

You've caused me
a great deal of trouble.

Good, I'm very glad to hear it!

I suppose
you're going to subject us

to another one of your farcical
courts martial.

In your case,
that won't be necessary.

You have already
been condemned to death.

And what about my friends?

They will be given a chance
to redeem themselves

in the most dangerous sector
of the front line.

They will have the opportunity
of making the supreme sacrifice

for their king and country.

You can drop all that nonsense.
We know what's going on.

- Do you, Carstairs?
- Yes.

This isn't the war.
We're not on our own planet.

Do you realise that,
Sergeant Major?

This General of yours
isn't even a human being.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
- Stop!

Russell! The Doctor -
what happened to him?

I don't know,
we've just attacked the front

of the building.

Smythe, 1917 zone.

- Where's General Smythe?
- He's in there.

What? Well, he'll be calling
for help!

- You've got to stop him!
- Quick, lads! Over here!

- Did you recover the machine?
- I haven't had a chance!

Don't fail us, Smythe.

The War Lord is here
and he doesn't like failures.

You must send help now.

Smythe,
deactivate the area control.

Stand back!

Deactivate the area control!
Deactivate the area control!

Quick, Doctor! In here! Look.

SECURITY CHIEF: They have
taken over the chateau.

The Doctor is still alive.
Smythe was a fool.

He deserved to die.

The Doctor
has the processing machine.

Does he have the knowledge
and ability to use it?

Yes.

WAR LORD: Fortunately,

they're in a very vulnerable
position now.

It would be simple enough
to wipe them out

with an artillery barrage.

No.

Use the conventional forces.

- Could be quite amusing.
- And the Doctor?

Will he die with the rest?

- (THRUMMING)
- One of those machines!

Quick, lads, in here!

(THRUMMING)

(BLASTING)

This Doctor will die.

Stop! Take him!

Ah! Ah! (YELLS)

Don't shoot,
you might hit the Doctor!

(THRUMMING)

Give it to the scientist.

He will return
to the home planet

- and have it mass-produced.
- Very well.

The interrogation
of that resistance leader

might prove difficult.

Why?

He is obviously
a man of substantial intellect.

He will need special treatment.

Then, you must see he gets it,
mustn't you?

Admit that the War Chief
sent you here.

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)

You must answer.

Your arrival here is
part of a plot

to betray us
to the Time Lords.

Answer!

You will answer me now,

or I will destroy your mind

totally!

Admit that the War Chief
sent for you.

Are you trying to kill him?

(WHIRRING STOPS)

I am trying to get the truth
out of him.

You'll never make him talk
that way.

You are very sure?

He is one of my own race.

Your truth machine cannot work
on us if we choose to resist.

You admit it, then -
you do know him.

Of course I do.

And only I can deal with him.

- Release him.
- He is my prisoner.

But I am your superior.

(BEEP)

You and I are going to talk
alone.

I have nothing to say to you.

We shall see.

Guards, take this prisoner
to the War Room.

You have no right
to interrupt my interrogation.

Your interrogation has been
completely unsuccessful.

I have methods of my own.

See I'm not interrupted.

You also, outside.

You may have changed
your appearance,

but I know who you are.

Oh, do you?

Your machine is a TARDIS.

You're too familiar with
its controls to be a stranger.

I had every right to leave.

Stealing a TARDIS?

Oh, I'm not criticising you.
We are two of a kind.

We most certainly are not.

We were both Time Lords,

but we both decided
to leave our race.

I had reasons of my own.

Just as I had.

Your reasons are
only too obvious.

Power.

How much have you learned
of our plans?

I know that you've been
kidnapping soldiers

from the Earth from
various times in its history

and bringing them here
to kill one another.

But do you realise
our ultimate objectives?

No objective can justify
such slaughter!

The war games on this planet
are simply the means to an end.

The aliens intend to conquer
the entire galaxy,

1,000 inhabited worlds.

But why choose the people
of the Earth?

They are the most suitable
recruits for our armies.

Man is the most vicious species
of all.

Well, that simply isn't true.

Hm. Consider their history.
For a half a million years,

they have been systematically
killing each other.

Now we can turn this savagery
to some purpose.

We can bring peace
to the galaxy.

And you can help.

You see, I'm not
the cold-hearted villain

you suppose me to be.

My motives are purely peaceful.

We have soldiers
from the First World War...

...the war between Russia
and Japan of 1905...

...the Thirty Years' War.

But why make them Kill
each other?

How else can we find

the most disciplined
and courageous fighters?

You have given these aliens
our science and our knowledge

to carry out
this disgusting plan!

We are going to bring
a new order to the galaxy.

One united galactic empire.

An empire of slaves,
with you as one of its rulers.

Doctor,

this is also a matter
of your own survival.

I intend to take over
as Supreme Galactic Ruler.

You can help me to rule...

...if you will cooperate.

(THRUMMING)

- Aha, Carstairs.
- Doctor.

- Zoe.
- Oh, Doctor!

- Jamie.
- Are you all right?

Yes, yes.
Everything's under control now.

Now, listen, everyone,
just follow me.

We're going to take over
the War Room.

Stand still! Don't move!
You are completely surrounded!

Doctor?!

Thank you, Doctor.

A nice, neat, little package
for us to dispose of.

I'm an idiot to have trusted
you. I'll kill you for this.

Idle threats, Doctor,
have no fear.

Guards, disarm them
and take them away.

Take him, too.

No!

- He is working for us.
- What further use is he?

He has proved his loyalty
by helping us.

And he has great knowledge
of time-travel mechanics.

WAR LORD: He seems to have done
very well.

We have the leaders
of the resistance,

and the immediate threat
to the war games is over.

But your sudden decision
to join us worries me.

Well, I like to be
on the winning side.

Previously you thought

the resistance to be
the winning side.

What made you change your mind?

Well, I hadn't realised

how small and weak
their groups were,

compared with your might
and power.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh...!

You have a silver tongue.

Just like your friend,
the War Chief.

What contribution
can you make to our plan?

Well,
your processing machines -

I can make them work
more effectively.

Very well.

You shall have the opportunity
to prove your ability.

You will adjust the machines...

...and reprocess
your resistance friends.

They are no longer my friends.

They are our enemies.

Of course they are.

Take him
to the processing room.

See he has every facility.

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

Are you sure this new process
will be completely effective?

Oh, yes. Quite sure.

I think that will do.

- (WHIRRING SLOWS AND STOPS)
- There we are.

Now, then, when this young man
comes to,

he will believe himself to be
fighting the English Redcoats

in 1745.

Now, get up!

Eh?! Oh!

What is your name?

- Enh?
- Your name?

Uh, uh, James Robert McCrimmon.

Do you know where you are?

- Uh, well...
- You are in my castle.

I am the McCrimmon
of McCrimmon,

your hereditary chieftain.

Ah, yes, of course!

You're the chieftain!

Uh...who's that?

Well, that is...
that is a friendly chieftain.

You will obey his orders
as you will mine.

Oh, aye, I'll obey you.

There you are, you see?
Complete loyalty and devotion.

I can do the same with
all the other resistance people

- that you capture.
- Excellent.

Continue with the others.

If you can successfully process
characters like these,

you will have made
an immense contribution.

Thank you. Bring the girl.

Oh, leave me alone! Don't!

- Do as you're told!
- You will obey us.

(WHISPERS)
It is for your own good.

Play back the recordings.

WAR CHIEF: We can bring peace
to the galaxy...

Wind further on.

I am not
the cold-hearted villain...

- (RECORDING SPEEDS UP)
- Now!

Try there.

DOCTOR: You have given
these aliens

our science and our knowledge

to carry out
this disgusting plan.

WAR CHIEF: We are going
to bring a new order

to the galaxy.
One united galactic empire.

DOCTOR: An empire of slaves,
with you as one of its rulers.

WAR CHIEF: Doctor, this is also
a matter of your own survival.

I intend to take over
as Supreme Galactic Ruler.

You can help me to rule...

...If you will cooperate.

Enough.

I knew it.

(BEEPING)

There we are.

Now, then, sit up. Sit up.

Now, then, you are
in the Castillo de la Cruz

de San Antonio
de la Strada Forma in Mexico.

(GRUNTS) Are you crazy?

Your machine is no good!

Villar is too strong for you!

Help! Get him off me!

Can you not pretend,
like the rest of us,

ya great loon?!

- It's all a trick?!
- Aye!

You fixed the machine
so she don't work?

Yes! I fixed her.

And you nearly fixed me.

(LAUGHS) And you only pretend

- to be loco?
- Exactly.

But, Doctor,
why did you get us here at all?

You were better alive here
than dead out there.

Zoe, watch the door, will you?

- Right.
- Doctor, now we're here,

surely we can take over?

Well, it depends on how many
of those guards they've got.

You are no longer in command.

I intend to take over
as Supreme Galactic Ruler.

You can help me.

I had all discussion
that took place

between you and the Doctor
recorded.

Take him to the security bay.

Collect his accomplice,
the Doctor, on the way.

If they offer any resistance...

...shoot them both!

(GRUNTS)

Doctor, somebody's coming!

Three of them are heading
this way.

No, don't harm him!

We may need him.

It seems my trust in you
was a little misplaced.

Did you really think I'd take part
in your disgusting scheme?

Why not? You must have been
a little tempted

by the thought of being
the ruler of an entire galaxy.

All this talk!
When do we fight?

The War Chief is going
to cooperate.

He's going to help us gain
control of the War Room.

This is the security team!

All security guards will now
proceed

to the nearest control point.
There are...

Guards!

Emergency alarm!

- (ALARM WAILS IN BACKGROUND)
- (GUNSHOT)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(ELECTRONIC BLAST)

(ALARM WAILS)

It's all right.

It was a personal debt
I had to settle.

Will somebody please turn off
that hideous noise?!

I cannot think!

- (ALARM STOPS)
- There's one thing

I don't understand, Doctor -
how are you going to get

all these people
back to their own times?

Yes, yes,
I've been thinking about that.

You realise
we have very little time,

now the alarm has been sounded?

Yes.
Call off the fighting at once.

We could just go to the landing
bay, order a machine and leave.

You could. We can't.

The fighting has to be stopped

and everyone sent back
to their own times.

Sent back how?

By your TARDIS travel machines,
of course.

I'm afraid
that will not be possible.

There are only two machines
left with enough life in them.

- What?
- Doctor, does that mean

you can't do as you promised,
and get us all home?

You can't unless...

Doctor... You mustn't call them
in or it will be the end of us.

- They'll show no mercy.
- You stop the fighting!

Do as you're told!

(BEEP)

This is the War Chief
to all War Zones.

This is a command
direct from the War Lord.

All fighting will cease.

What did he mean, Doctor?
Who mustn't you call?

The only people
who can put an end

to this whole ghastly business

and send everyone
back to their own times.

The Time Lords.

Who are they?

They're my own people, Jamie.

Oh, well, that's all right,
then!

But it isn't all right,
is it, Doctor?

No, it's not, Zoe.

But I'm afraid
there's no alternative.

- JAMIE: What's he doing?
- Don't do it, Doctor!

You can't!
You know what will happen!

Doctor, are you all right?

Yes, Zoe, I'm all right.

Doctor, what's that?

It's a box, Jamie.

I know, I can see that.

It's a very special
sort of box.

It now contains
all the information

about what's been going on
here.

And an appeal for help.

Help? Who from?

- The Time Lords?
- Yes, Zoe.

Well, why haven't you asked
them for help before?

I've never really needed it
before, Jamie.

But this business
of sending everyone back

to their own times is...

Well, it's too difficult for me
NOW.

Now, come along.

- The War Chief!
- What?

- He's gone!
- What?

He must be trying to get away
before the Time Lords get here.

What are we going to do,
Doctor?

We must go to the landing bay
and stop him!

(THRUMMING)

- I thought...
- Yes?

You've arrived just in time.

There's been a revolt.

The prisoners have escaped.

How many guards do you have?

Only the ones you see here.

Well, then, we must return
to the home planet

to bring reinforcements.

Where is the Security Chief?

The prisoners have taken over
the War Room.

- They've killed him.
- No, no. No.

You killed him.

But a little too late.

I heard the recording.

He wanted
to stop the war games.

He was an incompetent fool.

Jealous of my position.

Surely you realise that?

He forged
that recording you heard.

He wanted to stop
the war games!

Kill him!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Doctor! Doctor, that came
from the landing bay.

Yes, but they won't be
expecting us. Come on.

Remove the traitor's carcass.

We will return to the home
planet and bring back an army

to quell this revolt
once and for all.

Viva el Villar!

Argh!

I kill him too!

No, no,
that won't be necessary.

We'll leave him for
the Time Lords to dispose of.

When will they be here, Doctor?

I'm going to send for them now.

And I want you all to stay here
and wait until they come.

But what are you going to do?

I cannot stay here.

Uh, Jamie, Zoe,

this is where we say goodbye.

What are you talking about?

Well, the Time Lords
will return you home.

Well, why can't we stay here
with you?

Because
when I send this box to them,

they'll know where I am.

I thought they were
your people, your friends.

Yes, Jamie, they...they are
my people. But...

Oh, it'll take too long
to explain. I have to go.

Now, look, if you're going
to be in trouble,

you'll need me
to look after you.

- Me too.
- Aye.

But you don't understand!

Oh, very well.

But don't say
I didn't warn you.

Right, then.

We must return to the 1917 zone

and find the TARDIS

and make good our escape.

Doctor, can I come back there
with you? I...

I'd rather like to try and find
Lady Jennifer.

- Yes, very well.
- Thank you.

(SOFT WHOOSHING)

Ah...

Well, goodbye, gentlemen.
I'm sorry, but we must rush.

- You leave us?
- Yes, what about us?

The Time Lords will return you
home. Now, come along.

No! You move and I kill you!

Then, you will just
have to kill me, Mr Villar.

Well, Mr Doctor,
that is just what I will do.

- No!
- Let me go, I kill him!

You can't shoot him in the
back, he's helped us too much.

The back, the front -
what's the difference?

It's too late now anyway.

- (THRUMMING)
- Don't worry.

When the Time Lords get him,
he'll wish you had killed him.

(DISTANT WHIRRING)

They're coming.

The fighting's stopped.

Yes. Well, goodbye, Lieutenant.

- Eh?
- There's the TARDIS.

- We've...we've got to get on.
- Goodbye, Doctor.

- Doctor...
- Doctor, wait!

Goodbye.

- Bye, Lieutenant.
- Bye.

- Hey...he's...
- Come on!

(SLOWED DOWN) Come on!

ZOE: (SLOWED DOWN) What is it?

DOCTOR: Time Lords!

Try harder!

We...must...get...away!

What's happening, Doctor?

I can hardly move!

It's a force...field!

Concentrate!

We may be able...
to break through it!

(ALL GRUNT)

Will we get away all right,
Doctor?

If I can boost it high enough,
the TARDIS may be able

to break through
the forcefield.

(METALLIC THRUMMING)

What was happening?

Why was it so difficult
to move?

It was the Time Lords.

But they're your own people,
aren't they, Doctor?

Yes, that's right.

Why did you run away from them
in the first place?

Huh? Well... Well, I was bored.

What do you mean,
you were bored?

Well, the Time Lords are
an immensely civilised race.

We can control
our own environment.

We can live forever,
barring accidents.

And we have the secret
of space-time travel.

Well,
what's so wrong in all that?

Well, we hardly ever use
our great powers.

We...we consent
simply to observe

and gather knowledge.

And that wasn't enough for you?

No, of course not, with a...

...with a whole galaxy
to explore?

Millions of planets,
aeons of time,

countless civilisations
to meet?

Well, why do they object
to you doing all that?

Well, it is a fact, Jamie,
that I...

...I do tend to get involved
with things.

Aye, you can say that again.

Whenever there's any trouble,

he's in it
right up to his neck.

But you've helped people,
Doctor.

Yes, but...yes, but that's
No excuse, in their eyes.

Well, then,
what are you going to do?

We're going to run away.

I-I've set the controls
to take us to a planet

on the outermost fringes
of the galaxy.

Aw, in that case,
we'll probably end up

- right in their lap.
- Huh?

(METALLIC THRUMMING)

We'll just stop here
for a while. There's a chance

we may have given them
the slip.

TIME LORD: There is no escape,
Doctor.

Return the TARDIS immediately
to our home planet.

Why can't you leave me alone?!
I haven't done any harm!

You have broken our laws.

You must face your trial.

Oh, very well, if...if I must.

What on earth are you doing?!

I'm trying to make a quick
transference jump.

We've got to get away
from here to somewhere safe.

Ah!

- Oh!
- Oh!

ZOE: It's shaking itself
to pieces!

JAMIE: We could all be killed!

ZOE: Doctor, can't you induce
a power drive?

I'll try!

- Oh, the controls...
- (TWANGING)

Well, they're moving
by themselves!

Oh... Oh...!

Now...now where are we"?

You have returned to us,
Doctor.

Your travels are over.

It's my own planet.

They have brought us here.

Can't we get away again?

No.

Not this time.

Come along.

(DOOR WHIRS)

- Come with me.
- Now, just a moment.

What's going on around here?

Jamie, do as he says.

The witnesses have arrived.

Let them stand aside
until they are needed.

Continue with the trial.

In every one
of these time zones,

thousands of human beings
fought and died

in the belief that
they were on their own planet.

The survivors have now
all been returned

to their own times
on the planet Earth.

But the death roll
is beyond counting.

These lives were squandered

in the course of a vicious
and diabolical scheme

to gain control
of the entire galaxy,

a scheme originated and devised

by a race of which the accused
is the leader.

It was a highly organised
scheme

with an utterly callous
disregard for the lives

of the humans involved
and for the liberties

of all the other species
in the galaxy,

which the accused would have
dominated with his tyranny.

Brutal methods
of mental processing were used

which entirely contravened
all the galactic laws.

The Time Lords holding a trial
is a very rare event.

- Why?
- Well, normally

they don't interfere with
the affairs of other planets,

but they had to
when I called for help.

Well, look, can't we get away?

Well, you and Zoe may,
but I don't think I will.

Will you step forward, please?

Oh! Oh, I beg your pardon.

We have received
your statement.

Do you swear to the truth
of your report?

Everything in that report

is the result of my direct
personal observation.

Does the accused
have anything to say?

Do not make us force you
to speak.

We would not cause you
unnecessary pain.

Very well.

(HIGH-PITCHED BUZZING)

(SCREAMS)

Stop it! Stop the light!

TIME LORD: You must speak.

Do you admit the charges

with which
you have been accused?

I do not even admit
the authority of this court.

Have you anything to say
in your defence?

The humans who died
in our war games

would have killed each other
anyway.

And members of your own race
agreed with me.

My War Chief was himself
a Time Lord,

and the knowledge he brought me
made the whole scheme possible.

And another of your Time Lords
gave me his support.

I never supported your scheme
for one moment!

You collaborated
with my War Chief.

If I am guilty,
then you are guilty, too.

Your attempt to incriminate
others is an obvious fraud.

(CHUCKLES) Good!

I'm glad to see your sense
of justice still prevails.

(QUIETLY) Even though they have
lost their sense of humour.

We find you guilty
of all the charges against you.

A force field
has been placed around you

and around your planet,

so that your warlike people
will remain prisoners forever.

You have been found guilty
of all charges,

and you
and your murderous associates

will be dematerialised.

It will be as though
you had never existed.

No... No...

No!

No!

(ECHOES) No!

Well,
that's put an end to them.

Er, well, we'll be on our way.
Come on, Doctor. Cheerio.

Oh!

Oh, switch this thing off!

Jamie, they are not going
to let us go.

What?
After all you've done for them?

What are you going to do
to him?!

He must stand his trial.

TIME LORD: It's time to say
goodbye to your friends.

There must be something
we can do.

No, Zoe.

Not this time.

Well...

Goodbye, Jamie.

But, Doctor, surely we can...

Goodbye, Jamie.

I won't forget you, you know.

I won't forget you.

Now, don't go blundering
into too much trouble,

will you?

Oh, you're a fine one to talk.

(DOCTOR CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Goodbye, Zoe.
- Goodbye, Doctor.

Will we ever meet again?

Again?

Ah, Zoe, you and I know

time is relative, isn't it?

They'll forget me, won't they?

Not entirely.

They will be returned
to a moment in time

just before they went away
with you.

They will remember their first
adventure with you,

but nothing more.

(ELECTRONIC CHIRPING)

Oh, Zoe!

Zoe, are you all right?

Oh, yes.

Are the Doctor and Jamie gone?

Yes, I've just seen them off.

Well, we better get back to
work, you know,

there's a lot to be done

if we're going to get the Wheel
back to normal.

Are you sure you're all right?

Oh, yes.

I thought I'd forgotten
something important,

but it's nothing.

- All right, come along, then.
- All right, I'm coming.

She'll be all right, won't she?

Of course.

- What about Jamie?
- Look.

(BIRD CHIRPS)

(BAGPIPES IN DISTANCE)

(GUNSHOT)

Try to murder a McCrimmon,
would you?!

Well, I'll show you!

Creag an tuire!

(JAMIE YELLS)

(DOCTOR CHUCKLES)

They will both continue
their lives

as if nothing had happened.

What about me?

You have heard the charge
against you,

that you have repeatedly
broken our most important law

of noninterference
in the affairs

of other planets.
What have you to say?

Do you admit these actions?

I not only admit them,

I am proud of them.

While you have been content

merely to observe the evil
in the galaxy,

I have been fighting
against it.

It is not we who are on trial
here, Doctor. It is you.

No, no, of course, you're above
criticism, aren't you?

Do you admit that these actions
were justified?

Yes, of course I do!
Give me a thought channel,

and I'll show you
some of the evils

I've been fighting against.

The Quarks.

(BEEPING)

Deadly robot servants
of the cruel Dominators.

They tried to enslave
a peace-loving race.

Then there were the Yeti.
More robot killers.

Instruments
of an alien intelligence

trying to take over
the planet Earth.

All this is
entirely irrelevant.

You asked me to justify
my actions.

I am doing so.

Let me show you
the Ice Warriors.

Cruel Martian invaders.

They tried
to conquer the Earth, too.

So did the Cybermen.

Half-creature, half-machine.

But worst of all were
the Daleks -

a pitiless race of conquerors

exterminating
all who came up against them.

Exterminate all humans!

All these evils I have fought,

while you have done nothing
but observe.

True,
I am guilty of interference -

just as you are guilty

of failing to use
your great powers

to help those in need!

Is that all you have to say?

Well, isn't it enough?

We accept your plea

that there is evil
in the universe

that must be fought

and that you still have
a part to play in that battle.

What...what, you mean that
you're going to let me go free?

Not entirely.

We have noted your particular
interest in the planet Earth.

The frequency of your visits
must have given you

special knowledge of that world
and its problems.

Yeah, yes,
I suppose that's true.

Earth seems more vulnerable
than others, yes.

For that reason, you will be
sent back to that planet.

Oh. Good.

In exile.

In exile?

You will be sent to Earth
in the 20th century

and will remain there
for as long as we deem proper.

And for that period,

the secret of the TARDIS
will be taken from you.

But you...you can't condemn me
to exile

on...on one primitive planet

in...in one century in time!

Besides,
I'm known on the Earth.

It might be very awkward
for me.

Your appearance has changed
before. It will change again.

That is part of the sentence.

You can't just change
what I look like

without consulting me!

You will have an opportunity
to choose your appearance.

Oh...!

Oh, well, that's not so bad.

But I warn you,
I'm very particular.

Here is your first choice.

Oh, he's too old!

Well, he's too thin.

Yes, that one's too young.

Oh, no, that won't do at all.

It's ridiculous.

You're wasting time, Doctor.

It's not my fault, is it?
Is this the best you can do?

I've never seen
such an incredible bunch.

Since you refuse
to take the decision,

the decision will be taken
for you.

N-No, no, I never said that.

But I maintain I have the right
to decide what I look like.

It could be very important
on the Earth. I...

People on Earth attach a...

(DISTORTS) ...very great deal
of importance...

Ah! What's happening?!

What's happ... What's happened?

TIME LORD: The time has come

for you to change
your appearance, Doctor,

and begin your exile.

Is this some sort of joke?

No, I-I refuse to be treated...

What are you doing?

Oh, stop!

You're making me giddy!

No, you can't do this to me!

No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

(VWORP! VWORP!)

It's over.

- JAMIE: Doctor?
- ZOE: Doctor!

- JAMIE: Doctor.
- ZOE: He's a very kind man.

I shall never forget him.
Never.

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

(WHOOSHING)

(METALLIC THRUMMING)

(WHIRRING SLOWS AND STOPS)

(ALARM BEEPS)

Where am I?

(ELECTRONIC WHOOSH)

What?

(BIRDS CHIRP)