"Stand still." "Don't move!" "You are completely surrounded." "Doctor!" "Thank you, Doctor." "A nice, neat, little package for us to dispose of." "What's happened?" "We were idiots to trust 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." "The War Lord shall decide." "Take these prisoners to the processing room." "Hold them there under strict guard until further orders." "Get off!" "I shall be with the War Lord." "Don't worry, Doctor, the War Lord will welcome your loyalty and assistance." "Well, I hope so, but, you know," "I find it hard to understand why you need me." "We need each other." "It's something to do with the TARDIS travel machines, isn't it?" "Shall we join the War Lord?" "It doesn't do to keep him waiting." "I must congratulate you on them." "You know, you've achieved a remarkable degree of control." "Simply a variation on the old models." "My dear fellow, you're too modest." "Dimensional flexibility?" "Remote control?" "In my day, these things were impossible to achieve without shortening the life of the time-control units." "There have been many advances made in space-time technology." "Yes, there must have been." "That particular problem is impossible to solve." "How did you solve it?" "It's not a thing one can explain in a few words." "We'll discuss it later." "Now we really should join the War Lord." "You haven't solved it, have you?" "Your machines have a limited life span." "Sooner or later they're going to be useless." "Very well." "Yes, you're right." "Now I understand." "It's my TARDIS that you're after, isn't it?" "Exactly!" "When we are in control, the machines I have brought with me will have expired." "If we hold the only space-time travel machine, we can rule our galaxy without fear of opposition." "Yes, but without me and my TARDIS your ambitions are going to be rather hard to realise, aren't they?" "That's right." "And without my influence, these aliens will surely kill you." "All right." "All right." "Take it easy." "What a fine mess your friend the Doctor got us in, eh?" "I'll break his neck when I get my hands on him." "I don't believe it." "Look, he must have had a good reason." "To have us killed maybe, to save his own skin." "When I get my hands on him, I kill him, too!" "Now look, the Doctor wouldn't betray us." "No, of course he wouldn't." "Why did he get us to come here?" "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." "Our scientist is at this moment producing new machines on the home planet." "Ah yes, but that will take time." "I can make the old ones work just as well." "Probably better." "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." "The resistance groups, where are they?" "They are all now concentrated in this one area." "I have ordered the conventional troops to move in on them." "Good, when the situation returns to normal, order all the security guards to return to the control centre." "All control points on the planet are to be repaired and the war games recommenced." "Are you returning to the home planet?" "No." "I'm waiting until the emergency is over." "You will inform me immediately if there's any change in the situation." "What are they making us wait here for?" "Probably going to reprocess us again." "Eh?" "Brainwash us, send us back to fight." "No, I doubt it." "They know their processing machines don't work on us." "They will shoot us." "What else do you do with prisoners?" "Your friend the Doctor has a better idea." "He is going to adjust the machines and re-process you himself." "He wouldn't do that." "Doctor, you can't!" "You just try it!" "I don't think they like you." "Unfortunately, I cannot spare any of my guards to protect you." "So you will have to fend for yourself." "What?" "But you..." "Well, well, well." "It seems your new friends don't like you either." "Leave him to me." "I kill him first!" "No!" "Don't come any closer, no!" "How is the battle progressing?" "The resistance group were all concentrated in this one area." "We have them completely encircled." "And now you will destroy them?" "Of course." "They're falling into disorder." "Naturally enough, since we have their leaders here." "Has the Doctor started processing them?" "Not yet." "Why not?" "Where is the War Lord?" "You did take the Doctor to the processing room?" "Of course." "I don't trust you." "The feeling is mutual." "Play back the recordings." "Oh no, leave me alone!" "Leave him be!" "Now look!" "Just give him a chance to speak." "Yes, we listened to him once before and look where it got us." "He led us into a trap." "They were going to drop a neutron bomb!" "You'd all be dead now and all of your resistance friends with you, if it wasn't for me!" "He's lying." "You did a deal to save your own neck." "But your deal didn't do you no good, they turn you over to us and now we kill you!" "No, you can't just murder him!" "Is not murder, is execution!" "Have you got any explanation for your conduct?" "Yes, I am trying to save your lives!" "If you do exactly as I tell you, you'll be all right." "We don't listen to your lies no more." "I'm sorry, Doctor, there seems to have been some misunderstanding." "Yes, and it was very nearly fatal." "Doctor, this is also a matter of your own survival unless I can convince the War Lord that you will help us." "Stop!" "Wind further on." "Now!" "Try there." "...responsible for the success of the plan." "Failure will mean death for both of you." "I never promised to help you." "But you will, you have no alternative." "To help people like that gain control of the galaxy?" "Not people like that, people like us." "I will take over as supreme galactic ruler." "You can help me rule, if you will cooperate." "Enough!" "I knew it!" "Are you sure that 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." "Now get up!" "What is your name?" "Eh?" "Your name?" "James Robert McCrimmon." "Do you know where you are?" "Oh, well..." "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 a..." "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!" "Oh!" "Look, do as you're told!" "You will obey us." "It is for your own good." "What a stupid fool you are!" "You deliberately disobeyed the War Lord's orders." "Arrest him!" "Arrest him!" "You are no longer in command." "I will take over as supreme galactic ruler." "You can help me rule, if you will cooperate." "I had all discussion that took place between you and the Doctor recorded." "What a stupid fool you are." "Guards, take him to the security bay." "Collect his accomplice, the Doctor, on the way." "If they offer any resistance, shoot them both!" "There we are." "Now then, sit up." "Sit up." "Now then, you are in La Castille de la Cruz de San Antonio de la Frada Forma in Mexico." "Are you crazy?" "Your machine is no good!" "Villar is too strong for you!" "Stop!" "Get him off me!" "Can you not pretend like the rest of us, you great loon?" "It is all a trick?" "Aye." "You fix the machine so she don't work?" "Yes." "I fix her and you nearly fixed me." "And you only pretend to be loco?" "Exactly!" "But, Doctor, why did you get us here at all?" "They were going to drop the neutron bomb." "You were better alive here than dead out there." "Zoe, watch the door, will you?" "Right." "Doctor, now we're here, surely we can take over?" "Well, it depends on how many of those guards they've got." "Ah, but we've been drawing them out to the Time Zones." "Yes, very successfully from what I hear." "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, stealing scheme?" "Why not?" "You must have been a little tempted by the thought of becoming the ruler of an entire galaxy." "All this talk!" "When we fight?" "We haven't got anything to fight with." "We've no guns." "We've got those alien guns if we can work out how to use them." "I no trust those things." "I need my guns, they good guns, never miss." "Well, he knows where they're stored." "I might." "You'd better because I've got..." "I'm sure that the War Chief is going to cooperate." "He's going to help us gain control of the War Room." "That may not be so easy." "You see, our little arrangement had been discovered." "I was under arrest." "Oh, yes?" "Yes, that could be right." "He did come in here under gunpoint." "But the personnel in the landing bay are not aware of my arrest." "When the security guards return from the Time Zones, you won't stand a chance." "I can stop the arrival of the time machines." "I see." "Very well." "But first, you'll take us to the War Room." "You're the only one who can stop the fighting in the Zones." "Hey, wait a minute!" "First we get our guns, no?" "No." "I mean, yes." "Come along, Jamie, Zoe." "I want a blanket broadcast to all security guards in the War Zones." "This is the Security Chief." "The resistance groups are scattered over the Civil War Zone, they will be dealt with later." "All security guards will now proceed to the nearest control point." "There are..." "Guards!" "I told you, my guns best!" "Emergency 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 time?" "Yes, I..." "Yes, I've been thinking about that." "You realise that 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?" "But, oh my word, well that's happened rather sooner than I expected." "Doctor, does that mean that you can't do as you promised and get us all home?" "Oh, well..." "Yes." "I can still do that." "You can't." "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." "I repeat, all fighting in the War Zones will cease." "You will stand by for further orders." "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." "What's he doing?" "Don't do it, Doctor, you can't!" "You know what will happen." "Look at that!" "That's fantastic!" "Magic!" "Doctor, are you all right?" "Yes, Zoe, I'm all right." "Doctor, what's that?" "It's a box, Jamie." "I know." "I can see that." "It's a very special sort of box." "It now contains all the information about what's been going on here and an appeal for help." "Help?" "Who from?" "The Time Lords?" "Yes, Zoe." "Why haven't you ever 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." "Well, what are we gonna 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." "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!" "He tried..." "Doctor!" "Doctor, that came from the landing bay." "Yes, but they won't be expecting us." "Come on!" "Remove the traitor's carcass." "We will return to the home planet and bring back an army to quell this revolt once and for all." "Long live Villar!" "Out of the way, I shoot the dog!" "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." "Well, what are you going to do?" "Well, I cannot stay here." "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." "But I thought they were your people, your friends?" "Yes, Jamie, they are my people, but..." "Oh, it'd take too long to explain." "I have to go!" "Now look, if you're gonna be in trouble, you'll need me to look after you." "Me, too." "Aye." "But you don't understand!" "Oh, very well, but don't say I didn't warn you." "Right then, we must return to the 1917 Zone and find the TARDIS and make good our escape." "Doctor, can I come back there with you?" "I'd rather like to try and find Lady Jennifer." "Oh yes, very well." "Well, goodbye, gentlemen." "I'm sorry, but we must rush." "You leave us?" "Yes, what about us?" "The Time Lords will return you home." "Now, come along." "No!" "No one is going anywhere." "It is the Doctor, he cheat us." "He leaves here." "We rescue him and now he leaves us here to die." "Yes, it's only fair, Doctor." "If these Time Lords are friends of yours, why don't you wait for them to arrive?" "But you don't understand, Mr Russell." "I must go, please." "You stay here with us, my friend." "Look, I am not going to argue." "Jamie, Zoe, Carstairs, into the machine." "But, Doctor, look he's not joking, you know." "For once, Jamie, do as you are told!" "You move and I kill you!" "Then you will just have to kill me, Mr Villar." "Well, Mr Doctor, that is just what I will do." "Let me go." "I kill him!" "You can't shoot him in the back, he's helped us too much." "Ah 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." "Fighting's stopped." "Yes, well goodbye, Lieutenant." "Eh?" "There's the TARDIS." "We've got to get on." "Goodbye, Doctor." "Oh Doctor, wait!" "Goodbye!" "Bye, Lieutenant." "Bye." "Hey, he's..." "Come on!" "Come on!" "What is it?" "Time Lords!" "Try harder!" "We must get away!" "We must get away!"