All language subtitles for Doctor Who 1963-1996 Season 6 - 07 The War Games in Colour_Track03

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?