Original subtitles

And now we join Doctor Who and his best friends, Jamie and Zoe,

as they fight for their lives in The War Games.

Oh!

What a place!

Where are we? Earth?

Well, it looks like it, Zoe.

Come on.

What's this stuff?

Aye, wee spikes.

Oh!

Barbed wire, Jamie. It's filthy stuff.

- I thought so. - Eh?

Where are we?

Back in history, Jamie.

One of the most terrible times on the planet Earth.

Quick, down there!

Jamie!

I say! Are you all right?

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

I shouldn't stay around here.

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!

Out you come!

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

Well done.

Hold your fire! Hold it!

Come on. Get down!

Get down.

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?

Patrolling in no-man's land. I got cut off from my own lot.

Why were you 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 for?

Well, it's trench warfare, Jamie.

These trenches stretch right across the continent of Europe.

What are they fighting for?

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.

Oh!

What do you think you're doing?

Our transportation is over there.

- 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.

I understand you picked these people up in no-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 is here on duty.

Look, Major, we don't want to trouble you.

- 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!

Oh!

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! Whereabouts, 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.

Smythe, 1917 Zone.

British sector.

Reinforcements urgently required.

At least 5,000 specimens.

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. - 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.

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. - 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.

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 him 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!

- 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!

Zoe!

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

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

Oh, what a nice and clever girl you are! We must find Jamie.

They said something about a military prison. Come on.

Quite right, Doctor. It is time to go.

Squad!

Attenshun!

Present!

Aim!

Well done, Zoe. Can you undo it?

Oh, Doctor... Oh!

Come on!

General Smythe, the prisoners have...

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

There is nothing there.

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.

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?

Don't know. 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?

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? - Civilians, sir.

Civilians?

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

- Very good, sir.

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 complain directly to the Minister himself!

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.

There must be some mistake. Can I see your identification papers?

How dare you!

You send no car to meet us on our arrival

and now 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?

Redcoat?

- What are you doing here? - Highlander!

Keep away from me, you!

Easy now! 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?

It's 1745.

- Any luck? - Not a sign.

The patrol posts have nothing to report.

Poor old Ransom.

He'll have a sticky time when the General gets back.

Wasn't there 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 around 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've seen those too. Now go on, go on.

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. - 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.

- Look, 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?

Perhaps the Germans have invented a new type of poison gas,

one that affects our minds. 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? - Telephoning General Smythe.

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

Where are your identity papers?

- My identity papers? - I thought so.

I thought there was a fishy story all along.

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.

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. - Perhaps he knew they were guilty.

- Oh, you don't really believe that! - No, I don't, but...

We've got them. You'll 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 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? - You know that chap,

he'd convinced old Gorton he was a Minister from Whitehall.

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.

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.

Like the telecommunications unit

- in the General's room that I told you about. - Eh?

Both these things are in the wrong time.

Oh, just like us, eh?

But we are time travellers, Jamie.

What are they doing here in 1917?

Sh!

Close the door.

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

- 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!

- Can you see it yet? - Yes!

But...what's it for?

Well, it's like a telephone,

only you see people as well as hear them.

What's on the other end?

Good heavens! That 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? - Anywhere 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 believe you.

I'll get the ambulance.

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

So what do you want us to do?

Clamber into the back of the ambulance and keep quiet.

I'll have to bluff our way past the sentries.

Right. Zoe, up you go.

OK. Right.

There we are.

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

Perhaps it's not German artillery!

- Our chaps wouldn't fire at us. - General Smythe might!

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... 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 force field.

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

Yes, the guns have stopped, too.

Yes, it's odd, Jamie.

- Feeling better? - Yes, thank you.

Ah, that's better!

- What was that? - Huh?

- Who are they? - Romans!

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

Oh, my word!

- Start the engine! - Quick!

Switch on.

We're being attacked by Romans!

Come on! They're after us!

That was a close shave. 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. - That's impossible!

Lots of impossible things happen when you pass through time.

Time? But no-one can alter time.

Look, it is 1917 where we are now on this map.

Where we were attacked by the Romans,

it is 2,000 years ago.

- 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? - That's easy.

You will take us.

No trace of them?

Well, keep searching!

Lieutenant Carstairs reporting, sir. I 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. - What? 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.

Look, Zoe.

1917 Zone,

Roman Zone,

American Civil War Zone.

This whole place is divided into time zones.

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.

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.

Those prisoners, they've escaped from the British sector.

They claim to be time travellers.

They will probably go back to your lines.

How did that happen?

They tricked your human lieutenant.

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.

'Time travellers?

'I wonder...'

- Where do you think we are, Doctor? - I think we're about there.

The American Civil War zone!

Get down!

Oh, Doctor, be careful!

Zoe, we were right. That was an American Civil War soldier.

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!

- Get that tree moved! - What?

Lady Jennifer, drive on!

- 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,

machinegun 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.

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. - It was the way he wanted it.

Now what do we do? We've lost Lieutenant Carstairs,

the ambulance has broken down, we're miles from the TARDIS.

We carry on. We've got no alternative.

Are we still heading for that blank space in your map?

Yes, that is where we'll find the answer.

We'd better rest. We have to start early in the morning.

Quick, hide!

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.

Doctor!

- Doctor, come back! - Now, Zoe, don't!

Lady Jennifer! Keep away from the door!

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?

Zoe! Come and see.

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.

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?

It's taking off again.

That settles it.

Von Weich, American Civil War Zone to Central Control.

Two more 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.

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.

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

Sh!

These glasses... They're both wearing them.

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

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? - Sh!

- 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!

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.

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!

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

is only a prototype. In due course, other machines will be built

to this pattern, cable of processing

large groups of specimens simultaneously.

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 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.

- 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!

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?

I was so interested in your demonstration,

I felt I had to come along and see how you were getting along.

- There's a security alarm out for you. - Oh, no, no, no, not me,

- the girl. - Then why did you run?

Well, I 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'm about to de-process him.

- I see, yes, this is intriguing. - Just as you suggested at my lecture.

Is the de-processing complete?

Yes.

Oh... Oh, where am I?

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!

Hoist with his own petard.

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

Better leave him on simmer.

It must be the security room.

Zoe, what have they done to you?

Don't 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.

He appears not to have been processed before.

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

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.

- What happened? Where am I? - 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?

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.

Put on this great coat.

- Where's Zoe? What's happened? - She's waiting outside.

Are we ready? Right. Quick, march!

Are you sure you can work these controls, Doctor?

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

Now pre-set it for the 1917 Zone and off we go.

- Come along. Don't be afraid, you've gone before. - After you, Doctor.

No, no. I shall follow you in a few minutes.

You mean you're staying here?

- No, but I must get the processing machine. - 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.

- Is this is 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.

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

There you go.

Open the doors and surrender.

- They must have stopped it from the outside. - You are trapped.

Surrender and we will spare your lives.

- 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.

- Doing all right, Doctor? - Very nicely, Jamie.

Don't worry. Nothing can happen to us in here.

Am I seeing things?

Walls.

- Look! - And the ceiling, too! - Oh, no!

Oh, what have they done?

You must surrender, Doctor.

Or you will all be crushed to death.

What are we going to do, Doctor?

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

Wait.

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.

Oh, well done.

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.

- Are we not going back to Zoe in the TARDIS? - Not just now.

- That's where they'll be looking for us. - What are we going to do?

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 their 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?

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! - 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.

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 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.

Russell, the Doctor, what happened to him?

I don't know, we just attacked the building.

Smythe, 1917 Zone.

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

What? 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.

Deactivate the area control.

Stand back.

Deactivate the area control. Deactivate the area control.

In here. Look.

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.

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?

Are those machines?

Quick lads, in here!

This Doctor will die.

Stop! Take him!

Don't shoot, you might hit the Doctor!

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.

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?

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.

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. 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. - 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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

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.

Are you sure this new process will be completely effective?

Oh, yes. Quite sure. I think that will do.

There we are.

Now, then, when this young man comes to, he will believe himself

to be fighting the English Redcoats in 1745.

- Get up! - Eh?! Oh!

- What is your name? - Eh? - Your name?

Uh, James Robert McCrimmon.

- Do you know where you are? - Uh... - You are in my castle.

I am the McCrimmon of McCrimmon, your hereditary chieftain.

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.

It is for your own good.

Play back the recordings.

- We can bring peace to the galaxy... - Wind further on.

- I am not the cold-hearted villain... - Now!

Try there.

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.

Enough.

I knew it.

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.

Are you crazy?

Your machine is no good!

Villa 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.

- 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.

- Watch the door. - 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.

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...

Sound the alarm!

It's all right. It was a personal debt I had to settle.

Will somebody please turn off that hideous noise? I cannot think!

There's one thing I don't understand, Doctor - how are you

going to get all these people back to their own times?

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!

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.

Don't do it, Doctor! You can't! You know what will happen.

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!

- 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. - 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!

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.

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 are my people. But...

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. - 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.

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.

You move and I kill you!

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

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

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.

Don't worry.

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

They're coming.

The fighting's stopped.

Yes. Well, goodbye, Lieutenant.

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!

Come on!

- - What is it?

Time Lords!

We must get away!

- SLOWED DOWN: - What's happening, Doctor?

- - I can hardly move!

It's a force field!

Concentrate!

We may be able to break through it!

Will we get away all right, Doctor?

If I can boost it high enough,

the TARDIS may be able to break through the force field.

What was happening? Why was it so difficult to move?

It was the Time Lords.

- 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, 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 consent simply to observe and gather knowledge.

- And that wasn't enough for you? - No, of course not,

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 that's no excuse, in their eyes.

- What are you going to do? - We're going to run away.

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

on the outermost fringes of the galaxy.

In that case, we'll probably end up right in their lap.

We'll just stop here for a while.

There's a chance we may have given them the slip.

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 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! It's shaking itself to pieces! - We could all be killed.

- Doctor, can't you induce a power drive? - I'll try!

Oh, the controls...

Well, they're moving by themselves!

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.

- 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, 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.

Argh! Argh!

Stop it! Stop the light!

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.

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

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.

No!

Well, that's put an end to them.

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

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.

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.

Don't go blundering into too much trouble, will you?

Oh, you're a fine one to talk.

- Goodbye, Zoe. - Goodbye, Doctor.

Will we ever meet again?

Again?

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.

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.

Try to murder a McCrimmon, would you?

Well, I'll show you!

Creag an tuire!

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 non-interference

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!

I'll show you some of the evils I've been fighting against.

The Quarks.

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, 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.

And 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 one primitive planet

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.

That'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.

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 very great deal of importance...

Ah! What's happening?

- What's happ... What's happened? - The time has come

for you to change your appearance, Doctor, and begin your exile.

Is this some sort of joke?

No, 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!

It's over.

- Doctor? - Doctor! - Doctor.

He's a very kind man.

I shall never forget him. Never.

Where am I?

What?