All language subtitles for 050 s06e07p02 The War Games.eng

Aim!

Divert!

- Well done, Zoe! Can you undo it?
- Oh, Doctor!

Come on!

I am leaving for the conference now.

General Smythe, the prisoners have...

- Ransom, get out!
- Sir, what...

There is nothing there.
You can see nothing!

No, sir, there's nothing there.

You have not seen me.

I have been called away
to an important meeting.

Important meeting... Yes.

General Smythe? Oh...
Of course, he's gone to that meeting!

Hey! Do I not get any breakfast?

- Redcoat? What are you doing here?
- Highlander!

- Keep away from me, you!
- Hey, easy now.

I'm a prisoner, too, you know.
How'd you get here?

Well, come on, how did you get here?

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

I got lost, I think.

- What year do you think it is?
- Year?

Why, it's 1745.

Oh, yes. Yes. Yes, that's it.

That's the military prison, all right.

That's where Jamie'll 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?

Eh?

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

Now, don't argue! Take us to the prison!
Hmm. In you get, Miss Heriot.

Well, drive on.

- 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...
- Uh-huh.

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!

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

Well, then these fellows
in the funny uniforms, they came along,

and they caught me and brought me here.

Where are we?

I don't know.
But I've got to get to the Doctor.

- Look, and you're gonna help me.
- Oh, no!

Oh, no, I don't trust you.
You're one of them rebels!

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

Who? Civilians?

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

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!

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

I'm the examiner from the War Office,

I'm here to inspect
the military prisons!

This young lady is my secretary. What...

Well, you were expecting us, surely?

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?

Well, I'm terribly sorry and all that.

It's probably my adjutant's fault.
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!

Not a trace of them.
General Smythe will be furious.

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

Now, you've got to help me, both of you.

Get a party from my sergeant
and search this building.

Yes, sir.

I'll take a patrol towards
the German lines.

What shall I do?

I'd like you to stay here
and man the telephone.

I've put out an alert and someone might
phone in some information.

- All right, Carstairs?
- Yes, sir!

Lady Jennifer, if the general returns,
perhaps you'd explain what's happened.

Certainly. Where's he gone?

He's... been called away
to an urgent meeting.

I know it's an awful thing to say
but I can't help hoping they get away.

I know just how you feel. Still...

Carstairs!
- Excuse me.

- Help me, guard!
- You're right, I'll kill you!

- He's trying to kill me! Stop it!
- Get off him!

Now!

You fight very well for a redcoat.

All right, Corporal,
I'll tell the captain.

- Any luck?
- Not a sign.

That was one of the partrol posts,
nothing to report.

Poor old Ransom. He's in for a sticky
time when the general gets back.

Didn't you think that there was
something rather strange

about that court-martial?

Ah, 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?
- Well, 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.

Fog.

And then I was
in the field dressing station

- looking after some wounded soldiers.
- Hmm. Loss of memory...

No, but isn't it strange that you
should to be suffering from it, too?

- Mist!
- What about it?

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

If perhaps the Germans have invented
a new type of poison gas,

one that affects our mind... minds.

And finally on the outer perimeter,
there are the concealed tripwires

- and the patrols.
- Ah.

Certainly does look escape-proof.

- I'd like to see your records.
- What? Oh, yes, they're over here.

- You won't find anything wrong there.
- I sincerely hope not.

- There you are.
- Oh, yes.

Arrivals. Lengths of sentences.
Discharges.

Yes, arrivals... Latest arrival.
"Scottish deserter,

"awaiting return to his regiment. "
Possible to talk to a prisoner?

Well, it's, uh, very irregular...

However, for you I'm sure
that I can arrange...

Excuse me. Gorton here.

What?

Escaped! Well, get on to it
right away, man.

Let me know as soon as you've got them!

- Is something the matter, Commandant?
- Er, nothing important.

Did I hear you say
that someone had escaped?

Oh, well, as a matter of fact, yes.
Two chaps. Ah, one of them was

the Scotsman that you were
talking about.

Halt or we fire!

Come on!

Shot? Both of them?

I see, right. Keep me informed.

That's one of them.
Shot while trying to escape.

Shot? Well, which one was it,
the Highlander?

No, but does it matter?

Matter? Why, of course it matters!

Shooting down prisoners,
why it's barbaric!

But they were trying to escape!

Well, that's no excuse for murder!

- I want the other man brought here.
- Well, what for?

I'm not satisfied. I'd like to hear
the prisoner's side of the story.

Doctor!

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

Right, let him go.

Uh, Commandant, dismiss your man.

Carry on.

- Eh, what are you doing?
- Speak when you're spoken to!

Now, then. What's all this about
trying to escape?

- What are you up to?
- I'm not concerned with that!

What about the other man
you escaped with?

Oh, he was shot in the leg,
and they were going to shoot me, too!

I see. This is very serious,
I shall have to make a full report.

But they were trying to escape!
My men had no alternative but to shoot!

We'll see what General Smythe
has to say about that.

Indeed we will!

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to telephone General Smythe.

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

- General Smythe.
- You'll regret this.

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?

I thought so. I thought there was
a fishy story all along. Ha.

Hello, is that...

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

Oh, well done, Zoe!

Yes, I think he'll survive.
Right, come on.

Let's see if we can bluff
our way out of here.

Yeah, but 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.

Well, we've got them.

You'll never believe where
we found them.

Where were they?

Well, I was on the way back here,
I'd given up the search.

Suddenly occurred to me I'd better 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?

Do 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!

I don't know...
I must say I admire his, uh, gall.

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

Sir, I'd like to speak to you, sir.

The court-martial wasn't
in accordance with King's Regulations.

- What?
- I'm not satisfied.

Oh, don't be ridiculous, man
it's perfectly fair.

The general's a great stickler
for that kind of thing.

Sentence will be carried out
as soon as he returns.

Lady Jennifer, notify Command Post,
will you?

- Let them know the hunt's over.
- Yes, certainly.

Do you see? He didn't remember
what happened at the court-martial!

He really seems to believe
they had a fair trial.

The general wanted that man
to be shot. Why?

I don't know.

I think I'd better have
a word with those civilians

and try and find out.

If Ransom comes back,

- keep him occupied, will you?
- Right.

- A redcoat, Jamie?
- Aye, and he thinks he's in 1745.

- But that's a complete anachronism!
- Aye... Eh, it's a what?

- It's something out of its own time.
- Yes, like the telecommunications unit

in the general's room
that I told you about.

- Eh?
- I found it

when I was looking for the keys.

Both these things are in the wrong time.

But what are they doing here in 1917?

Close the door!

Yes, Major, they were recaptured
half an hour ago.

Captain Ransom wanted me
to let you know. Goodbye.

- I've notified all the command posts.
- That's awfully kind of you.

Has the general not returned yet?

No. Er, does he often
disappear like this?

I mean, surely he ought
to keep you informed?

Well, he's a very busy man,
you know. Where's young Carstairs?

Oh, he's gone
to look for some transport.

Oh, good.

I think I'd better go
and make certain those prisoners

are safely under lock and key.

Oh, it, um...

It must be very difficult
working for someone like General Smythe.

Yes, I suppose he is
a bit of a martinet.

He has a great deal
of responsibility, you know.

Oh, yes, but a great deal
falls on your shoulders, Captain.

Yes, I suppose it is a job,
running a place like this, you know.

Quite a problem.

People don't understand.
It's the paperwork, you see?

It's quite fantastic how many forms
we have to fill in. Just look at that.

What is a video screen?
Is it some kind of kinematograph?

Oh, well, it's a bit more complicated
than that.

If only I could show it to you.

If you'll take us to the General's room,
we'll prove this thing exists!

All right, you show it to me
and I'll believe you.

But you'd better be right.

I see. But how do you keep a track
of all the equipment?

Ah, well, now that's the problem.

I keep sending the subalterns
the forms, and they...

- They just don't fill them in.
- But if they're at the front fighting...

There's no excuse for mislaying
valuable military equipment.

Do you know, in the last push
we lost over 100 shovels?

Hello, Lady Jennifer? Carstairs.
Look, I...

What, there with you now?
Well, get rid of him, quickly!

- Yes, all right. I will.
- That for me?

Yes, all right.

- Who was there?
- The general.

The general?

He's at, um, Number 17 Command Post,

and he'd like you
to join him there immediately.

Oh, right. Well, what's he doing there?
That's the farthest point of the sector.

Mmm, I better join him, I suppose.

Jolly nice talking to you.

You know, not many women take
an interest in the problems of supply.

Goodbye.

Yes? Yes, he's just gone.

Oh. All right.

- What on earth are you doing?
- There's no time to explain now.

- Now, where is this thing, Zoe?
- It's over there.

But that's the general's private room!

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?

Well, I still can't see anything.

Look at the wall! Concentrate!

It is there. I can see it!

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.

What do you want us to do?

Just clamber into the back of
the ambulance and keep quiet,

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

Now, just wait here, I'll get some maps.

Are we going back to the TARDIS now?

No, no, no, no, we must stay here
and see what is happening!

We can't leave these people now, anyway.

No, I suppose not.

Right, you ready? Come on!

Carstairs, what's going on?

Orders from the general, sir. He wants
the prisoners taken to HQ immediately.

Are you sure your message is genuine?

Well, yes, sir,
I spoke to the general personally.

Well, I dunno, I had a message
to meet him at Command Post 17.

That was a fake.

Well, the general
was most insistent, sir

but, of course, it is up to you, sir.

- Oh, you, you'd better carry on.
- Very good, sir.

All right, move off. Any trouble, mind,
I won't hesitate to fire.

- Just a minute. Carstairs...
- Sir?

- Where's Lady Jennifer?
- She's somewhere around, sir.

Right.

I want a word with her.

Right. Zoe, up you go.

Okay, right.

Where are the prisoners?

Everything's all right, sir.

They're on their way to headquarters
just as you ordered.

I gave no such order!

Well... They've just left
with Lieutenant Carstairs, sir.

Ransom, you're a fool!
Where's Lady Jennifer?

I don't know, sir.

She gave me a message to meet you
at Command Post 17.

The ambulance, sir, it's gone.

Now we know what to look for.
Well, issue a general order at once!

Yes, sir.

Good, thank you.

- Ambulance spotted, sir.
Where?

Sector four, heading east,
travelling very fast.

- I'll send out a motorcycle patrol.
- No need for that.

- Well, sector four could cut them off.
- Mmm.

Concentration of artillery there.
Yes, that should reach them.

We'll use artillery
on an ambulance, sir?

That ambulance is in enemy hands,
Ransom!

But there are two women on board.

I want a creeping barrage laid
along that road. Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Good.

Well, order the artillery to fire, then.

A very good idea, sir.
Creeping barrage. Stop 'em dead.

That's just how we want them. Dead.

The maps!

Artillery barrage and we're still
seven miles from the German lines!

Well, perhaps it's not,
perhaps it's not German artillery!

Our chaps wouldn't fire at us!

No, but General Smythe might!

Whoever it is, his aim's getting better!

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

Righto!
Stay here, keep under cover.

Right!

Oh!

What is it?

Fog... Can't see...
The mist... 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.
- That mist, Doctor, what was it?

I don't know, Zoe,
some sort of force field.

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!

- What's that?
- Mmm?

Oh, come on!

- Start the engine!
- Quick! Look!

Switch on!