"Thirty seconds before you are crushed to death!" "What are we gonna do, Doctor?" "We've got no choice!" "We... we have to do what they say!" "Twenty seconds!" "Oh!" "What are you doing now?" "Reducing the dimensions further." "Wait!" "Bring out the others." "What are you going to do with us?" "Bring out the others!" "I won't have my friends ill-treated, you know!" "You are in no position to make terms!" "I am here under a flag of truce!" "I demand to know what you are going to do with us!" "For the last time, tell your friends to come out." "Or would you sooner they were crushed to death?" "Oh, I think that's a perfectly horrid idea!" "Oh, well done, Doctor!" "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!" "I suggest we pay particular attention to the 1917 Zone." "Is that where they are going?" "I can't tell for sure, these master circuit rods could guide the machine to any one of the Time Zones." "Well, where are we going, Doctor?" "Anywhere but the 1917 zone, Jamie." "Are we not going back to Zoe and the TARDIS?" "Yes, eventually, but not just now." "That's where they'd be looking for us." "What are we going to do then, Doctor?" "Well, we'll go into 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 when the SIDRAT is still moving." "I'll pinpoint their position the moment it lands." "All time zones are ready to hunt them down as soon as you provide the necessary information." "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." "The War Lord will expect me!" "The War Lord will expect everything to be running smoothly and under control, which, at the moment, it isn't." "Keep your eyes on the operations maps." "I want to know the moment that machine arrives in a Time Zone." "It's taking its time, isn't it?" "Yes, Jamie, I..." "I probably confused the controls readjusting them in space, in..." "You've no idea which zone we're going to land in, Doctor?" "Well, no, not really, no." "Oh, Just like the TARDIS, eh?" "Come on, here we go." "Help me on with the 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." "Oh." "Alert the Roman Zone commanders in sector five!" "Transmit map references and order troops to surround the area." "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 have been overcome?" "Almost!" "War Chief." "The defective processing machinery, has it been rectified?" "Your scientists did get effective machines, but..." "But what?" "Unfortunately, it was removed by an intruding party of resistance men." "They penetrated the control area?" "They just walked in?" "How?" "I have the situation under control, War Lord." "It is only a matter of time before they are recaptured." "Then I hope that time is on your side." "Report from the Roman Zone." "Are you sure this is the right way, sir?" "Well, I don't know, it is rather difficult to tell, isn't it?" "I think it is, Doctor, I seem to remember that hill." "Isn't this where we were attacked by the Romans?" "Uh?" "Come on!" "Back to the Time Zone barrier!" "They're escaping again!" "Moving towards the Time Zone barrier." "Our processed Roman legions won't be able to follow them there." "Then we shall send in my security guards from the control centre." "No, not again." "We are carrying out a delicately-controlled operation." "The presence of guards in the Time Zones could stretch the credulity of the processed humans." "It would be most dangerous!" "It will be even more dangerous if we allow this Doctor to remain alive." "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!" "Indeed?" "Then perhaps you'd like to share them with us?" "This Doctor arrived here on this planet we have chosen for the war games." "He brought with him companions who have not been subjected to our mental processing." "A fact you tried to conceal." "They came in a space-time machine." "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!" "The accumulation of evidence is overwhelming!" "That's enough!" "That's enough from both of you." "Now, I am tired of this eternal bickering." "Your inability to work together is endangering our whole plan." "You have a choice, cooperate or be replaced." "Are we safe in here, Doctor?" "Yes, yes, they can't follow us into a Time Zone barrier." "Oh." "Lieutenant Carstairs, do you feel all right?" "Perfectly, why?" "Oh, good!" "That means the processing machine is working all right." "Oh, where do we go from now, Doctor?" "Just follow me, Jamie." "I'll tell General Smythe immediately, sir." "Excuse me, sir." "What is it?" "Report from number three observation point, sir." "Three persons spotted answering to the descriptions of the two spies and the officer what deserted, sir." "Map?" "They'd be just about here, sir." "How very convenient." "Right next to a machine-gun emplacement." "Come on, Doctor." "Take cover!" "They've got us pinned down." "No, don't shoot, you'll hit my friends!" "We'll follow them." "You've caused me a great deal of trouble." "Good, I'm very glad to hear it!" "I suppose you're going to subject us to another one of your farcical courts-martial?" "In your case, that won't be necessary." "You have already been condemned to death." "What about my friends?" "They will be given a chance to redeem themselves, in the most dangerous sector of the front line." "After some more of your mental processing, I suppose?" "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 even on our own planet." "Do you realise that, Sergeant Major?" "This general of yours isn't even a human being." "The prisoner is delirious, Sergeant Major, he's talking nonsense." "Prisoner is delirious, sir." "Talking nonsense, sir." "Listen to me, Sergeant Major!" "It's no use, Carstairs, nothing you say will have any effect." "Sergeant Major, prepare a firing squad!" "Sir!" "Do you have the authority to have me killed?" "I don't need any authority." "Your alien superiors will want to question me!" "You've caused me a great deal of trouble and embarrassment." "Now I'm afraid you're going to pay for it, with your life!" "So, you're simply being malicious!" "Revenge can be very satisfying." "Firing party ready, sir!" "Take him away!" "Look, leave him alone!" "Come along!" "Keep these other two here." "Smythe, 1917 Zone." "I have recaptured three of the escaped prisoners." "Excellent!" "I want them sent here immediately!" "Unfortunately, one of them is already dead." "Which one?" "The one that calls himself the Doctor." "He was shot trying to escape." "Did you recover the machine?" "Machine?" "Didn't you receive your instructions?" "They took with them the new processing machine, it must be recovered." "Yes, of course I will." "Don't fail us, Smythe." "The War Lord is here and he doesn't like failures." "Will you try and save the Doctor?" "I wouldn't get anywhere near him." "How about if I..." "That machine you took, where is it?" "Where is it?" "The Doctor's got it." "Firing squad, attention!" "Load!" "Only the Doctor knows where it is." "You kill him, you'll never get it back." "Squad, aim." "Squad..." "Stop!" "Jesus!" "Jesus!" "Hold it right there." "Russell!" "The Doctor, what happened to him?" "I don't know, we've just attacked the front of the building." "Doctor!" "I thought they'd shot you!" "Fortunately, Zoe arrived in time." " Oh!" "Where's General Smythe?" "He's in there." "What?" "But he'll be calling for help, you've got to stop him!" "Quick, lads, over here!" "It's the resistance, they're attacking in force!" "You must send help!" "Did you recover the machine?" "I haven't had a chance!" "You must send help!" "New master circuit rods for the travel machines are being prepared." "You must send help now!" "Smythe, deactivate the area control." "Right, lads, stand back." "Deactivate the area control, deactivate the area control, deactivate the area control!" "Quick, Doctor, in here." "Look." "I think he was trying to destroy it." "Why would he want to do that?" "They have taken over the chateau." "And 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 the ability to use it?" "Yes." "I think he has." "Then the situation's urgent, isn't it?" "Fortunately, they're in a very vulnerable position now." "If they've made a mass attack, then all their forces are concentrated in one position, the chateau." "This time we must use the guards." "No, we will invalidate the experiment." "If they are concentrated in this one place, it would be simple enough to wipe them out with an artillery barrage." "Simple, but just as foolish as using the security guards." "A violent attack on the chateau would almost certainly destroy the control units there." "The Time Zone barriers would disappear." "No, use the conventional forces." "Could be quite amusing." "A mass attack on the chateau." "A pincer movement with our little band of heroes caught in its jaws." "What do you make of it, Doctor?" "I'm not sure, Zoe." "I think they've got something to do with the time zone barriers." "Doctor." "Huh?" "There's troops moving in from all sides." "Oh, no!" "Oh, my word!" "How many resistance did you bring?" "Well, not enough to stand up against an army." "Hadn't we better try and get away?" "Look, it's too late for that, we're surrounded!" "We could try and break out through here, some of us might get away." "Not a chance, we'd be caught between two armies." "Yeah." "Mr Russell, how long can you" "hold on here?" "Well, not long, Doctor." "Our forward position is about to fall back already." "But you must hold on as long as you can," "I think I've got the answer!" "You see, we've got to have a safe base from which to fight these people, I..." "I must go and get on with my work, uh..." "What does he mean?" "What's he up to?" "I don't know." "But we'll do as he says and stick it out here for as long as we can." "Well, that won't be long, sir, listen to that lot." "Yeah." "Give me some help, Zoe, I want to dismantle this." "What for?" "To find out how it works, of course." "Uh, don't ask questions, just do what I say." "Well, what can I do?" "Uh, you go and ask..." "You go and help Mr Russell." "Right." "Now then." "British troops are advancing from here and here, converging with French troops advancing from here." "Germans are advancing from this side together with the Austro-Hungarians." "It is taking longer than it should, these resistance people are putting up a good fight." "They will be crushed." "They have escaped before, they could do it again." "Not this time, I am in control." "And the Doctor?" "Will he die with the rest?" "Why shouldn't he?" "He seems to have a charmed life." "Only when you have a hand in his fate." "This Doctor will die." "It's no good." "This is only the vanguard, there's only more to come." "Grenade!" "Look out!" "Duck!" "It's no good, Russell, we must get away from here." "Doctor, you and Zoe must try and get away from here." "No, I don't think that will be necessary." "But, Doctor..." "Um, shall we try it, Zoe?" "Right, here we go." "Doctor, now what..." "Shh!" "Listen." "Stopped." "Stopped." "Not a sound." "Some sort of trick." "No, Mr Russell, look out of the window." "Aye, a mist." "Yes!" "I've set up a Time Zone barrier all around the chateau." "So none of the processed people will be able to get at us." "Exactly, but your people can come and go just as they please." "At last we've got a secure base from which to fight them!" "We can carry out the next step in complete safety." "What next step, Doctor?" "Is this one of yours, Mr Russell?" "Uh, no, Doctor, I pulled him through the window." "He's just the man we need." "So much for your armies of processed humans." "Smythe should have destroyed the machine." "We should have sent in my security guards." "And ruin the entire experiment?" "The Security Chief is right, you have failed." "And your leadership of the security forces has hardly been spectacularly successful!" "I will take charge of the whole situation." "Now listen carefully, this is what I plan to do." "I think that will do, Jamie." "Ah!" "I think it's worked." "He seems pretty confused." "Oh, I think it has worked, Doctor." "At least he can see we're not Germans." "Oh, dear." "I wonder whether he's completely back to normal." "I think he's all right." "He just wants to know what we're doing here." "Resistance?" "Do you speak English?" "English?" "You English?" "We're all sorts here, lad." "Um..." "Sorry, my French isn't up to it." "Look, try." "Try to explain to him what's been happening." "So, you can bring people back to normal with that thing?" "Yes, yes, yes." "Everyone we capture, we can convert to our side." "You'll soon have all the men you need." "Yes, but if you're going to do them all one by one, it'll take until doomsday!" "No, Mr Russell, I'm doing my best!" "If you can capture some more equipment," "I might be able to rig up something that will do dozens at a time!" "But..." "Well, now you're talking, and..." "One of those machines." "Quick lads, in here!" "Stop, take him!" "Don't shoot, you might hit the Doctor!"