"It's an ambush!" "Oh, Jamie." "Doctor, we've got to help them." "No, there's nothing we can do." "We must get away from here." "But we can't." "Jamie..." "We..." "Do you want us all to get killed?" "Go on!" "Oh, Doctor, what about Jamie?" "Have they killed him?" "I don't know!" "Let's go this way." "No, no, this way to the processing room." "Why do you want to go to the processing room?" "Don't ask questions, just follow me." "Oh!" "I believe that amongst this resistance group that attacked the base are people who have arrived on this planet without being brought here by us." "That's impossible." "Is it?" "What about the girl Zoe?" "And this man the Doctor she spoke of?" "She said he had a space-time travel machine." "Yes, I know, but..." "Have we taken humans from later than the Earth year 1917?" "Of course not." "Greater technological knowledge would be dangerous." "Yet this man who tricked you had sufficient technological knowledge to understand the mental processing machinery." "Yes, that's true." "But how could these people get here?" "The War Chief." "His people have the secret of time travel." "Are you suggesting he's bringing in his own people, the Time Lords?" "He came to us because he wanted power." "Perhaps there are others of his people who feel the same." "Can you prove this?" "If so, you must tell the War Lord immediately." "Unfortunately, I have no proof." "You must help me find proof." "I insist." "This is a matter of security." "All right, what do you want me to do?" "These resistance people, before you reprocess them, study them carefully." "If you find anything unusual, send the prisoner concerned to me for questioning." " We've got to get in there." "Why?" "Now that room, the other side." "That must've been next door..." "Yes, come on." "Now what's he up to?" "I've no idea, but I think we'd better follow." "Come on." "Some sort of pre-formed plastic, wouldn't you say, Zoe?" "Yes, but why are you so interested in it, Doctor?" "Little bits of metal imbedded in it." "Yes, I think these, these panels must be held together by some sort of magnetic force field." "Now if I could, if I could reverse that field..." "Cut me off some pieces of tape, will you, please, Zoe?" "Oh, yes." "That's right." "One there, that's right." "And one just there." "All right, take him away." "Doctor, what on Earth are you doing?" "Well, it's no secret, boy, it's simply a question of reversing the magnetic field of this panel." "Doctor, why don't you use your sonic screwdriver as a power source?" "What a good idea, yes." "There's just one thing, though." "Yes?" "All these panels are interlinked." "Yes, well?" "Well, if you take one away, what's to stop the rest falling down like a pack of cards?" "Well, we'll just have to take that risk, won't we?" "Now then, stand well clear." "Nothing's happened." "Watch." "It's Jamie!" "He's alive." "I hoped he might be." "Oh, but how?" "They shot him down." "Well, the guns they use can be adjusted." "I think he was just stunned." "He was right!" "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." "We'd better get him out of there, then." "No, no, wait..." "Have you started the reprocessing yet?" "No, I've just been carrying out the preliminary examinations." "Why?" "Why not just reprocess them?" "I..." "Well, these people have shown considerable courage and enterprise, they may make future leaders." "Where is this prisoner being taken?" "Oh, the Security Chief." "He just wants to question one of them before reprocessing." "Really?" "Why this one in particular?" "Oh, he just seemed to be the most suitable." "For what reason?" "For what reason?" "His brain patterns are different." "Different how?" "Well, he appears not to have been processed before." "Really?" "How interesting." "All right, carry on." "But, in future, inform me of all such unusual developments." "Prepare the reprocessing machine." "We shall begin with this one." "Oh, Doctor, we're too late." "Where've they taken him?" "I don't know, but don't worry, at least we know he's alive." "Now then, we've got to get in there." "Uh, Lieutenant." "Right, sir." "I think you'll find that that piece goes in there." "Ah, thank you!" "How long do you intend keeping me here?" "Until they come back." "And supposing they don't come back?" "I'd like some water." "All right." "Sit down." "Stop!" "Try that again and I'll kill you." "But who sent you here?" "Nobody sent us." "I came with the Doctor." "Why did he decide to come to this planet?" "He didn't." "It was an accident." "Accident?" "Explain." "It's the TARDIS, you see, he can't control it." "We just arrived here." "Was the Doctor summoned here by one of us?" "No, we just arrived." "Don't let me interrupt you." "The questioning is over." "What have you learnt?" "Nothing of importance." "Really?" "Will you be questioning the others?" "They are all from the same resistance group, they will all tell the same story." "But this one is different, surely?" "Why should he be?" "This one hasn't been processed before, has he?" "It's possible." "It's a fact." "Why was I not informed?" "This is a matter of security." "Security is my responsibility, as you often remind me." "Your first responsibility is to me." "No." "My first responsibility is to the War Lord and to my people." "You don't trust me." "If you question my loyalty, tell the War Lord." "But I warn you, be absolutely sure of your suspicions, because if you accuse me without positive proof," "I shall crush you!" "Can't you hurry it up?" "What happened?" "Where am I?" "It's all right." "You're quite safe." "Who are you?" "We're your friends." "You'll have to hurry it up, Doctor." "Doctor?" "You must be the one that Jamie was talking about." "Where is he?" "Well, I'm afraid that they've taken him away." "Now, up you get." "Doctor, we're wasting time." "Come on, Doctor, we must get out of here!" "Quickly through the gap in the wall there." "Zoe, help him." "Come on, Doctor." "I'll be a minute." "Come on, Doctor!" "Just a minute." "No, now!" "Or we'll all be caught." "Come on." "What is this place?" "Ah, well, it's the headquarters of the people who are running this whole disgraceful business." "Just the people I want to get my hands on." "Yes, it's not quite as simple as that." "There are rather a lot of them." "I don't care how many of them there are." "They have rather sophisticated weapons." "You wouldn't stand a chance." "Oh." "So what do we do now?" "We're going to return to the Time Zones and organise the resistance into one big army." "If you can find them." "They're spread all over the place." "I've been trying to link them up myself, but it's finding them." "And you don't know who you can trust." "Oh, yes, we do now." "My friend Zoe has memorised an entire list of the resistance and their whereabouts." "Yes, I memorised the files when I was in the security room." "Now I must get you all back to the landing bay." "Those guards'll be all over the place." "Yes, what we need is some sort of disguise..." "British private, aren't you?" "19th century." "You can see that, can't you?" "Oh, would you mind reaching my monocle for me?" "It's in that pocket there." "Thank you." "Now sit down again." "Don't you talk to me like that." "I'm a British officer." "No, you're not." "You're my prisoner." "I'm not your prisoner, Moor." "I'm your commanding officer, do you understand?" "I'm not..." "I'm not in the Army." "The resistance I'm in!" "You're in the British Army, Private Moor, the year is 1871." "You're in the British Army and I'm your commanding officer." "Now, untie me!" "They are in here, trapped." "Right, in!" "They were seen here by my men." "Where are they now, vanished into thin air?" "There is only one way they could have escaped, by use of a space-time machine." "I'm sorry to crush your wild theories." "There's your space-time machine!" "After them." "You're too late for that." "They will be on their way to the landing bay by now, I should imagine." "Try and get there before them." "Ah!" "It's all right, Jamie, it's me." "Oh!" "All right, put on this greatcoat." "Where's Zoe?" "What's happened?" "She's waiting outside, come along." "All in by twos." "Come along, hurry up, there's no time to be lost." "Zoe." "Are you ready?" "Right!" "Quick march!" "Are you sure you can work these controls, Doctor?" "Yes, I think so, Zoe." "Now, let me see..." "There are more guards!" "Oh, my goodness!" "That should stop them." "Now I'll preset it for the 1917 zone and off we go!" "Doctor, how did you do it so easily?" "It's not very difficult, Zoe." "Now the doors..." "Come along, off you go, don't be afraid, you've gone before." "After you, Doctor." "No, I shall follow in a few moments." "You mean, you're staying here?" "No, but I must get the processing machine." "Ah, if you're staying, I'd better stay, too." "You can count on me then, Doctor." "Oh, very well." "Go on, Zoe, off you go." "We'll follow in a few minutes." "Good luck." "What are you going to do about those guards, Doctor?" "We're going to let them in." "You understand now, Moor?" "I'm your commanding officer." "You... you are my commanding officer, yes, sir." "Good." "Good." "Now, Moor, give me your gun." "Moor, shoot them." "That's an order!" "Back in there, quick." "Moor?" "Moor, it's me, Russell." "Private Moor, shoot him!" "Don't take any notice of him, Moor." "You're one of us, one of the resistance, remember?" "Resistance?" "No, I'm in the Army." "002 39 Moor!" "Private Moor!" "Shoot him!" "Stay!" "You come one step nearer and you'll die." "Good!" "Now you're both coming back with me." "Get inside the machine." "No, you'll have to shoot me first." "Very well, if you prefer to die that's your affair." "I had to shoot him, didn't I?" "Thank goodness you did, lad." "I'm not sure what happened." "You've just saved our lives, that's what happened." "So you've lost them." "They've got away." "One of them knew how to operate our space-time machines." "Are you blaming me for that?" "You knew they would head for the landing bay." "You knew one of them could operate our machines." "Of course." "That is, after all, how they got here." "Logic seems to be your weak point." "Do something about this resistance group before the War Lord arrives." "Wherever they are," "I shall find them." "Is this all right, Doctor?" "Yes, Jamie, that's splendid." "Put it in." "There we are." "That's it, right." "Come on, off we go." "Just a minute." "Hold that." "Now what?" "What are those, Doctor?" "They're gas-filled valves." "Come on!" "Did we get away all right?" "Yes, I hope so, Jamie." "There we go." "But..." "They must have stopped it from the outside." "Well, can they get in the doors?" "No, not now, I've set the emergency lock." "Will we still get away all right?" "Yes, it's only a question of overriding the master control." "Now it's a slightly different design to the TARDIS." "Open the doors and surrender." "You are trapped!" "There is no chance of escape." "Surrender and we will spare your lives." "What are we gonna do, Doctor?" "Now 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." "Are we doing all right, Doctor?" "Very nicely, Jamie." "Now, don't worry, nothing can happen to us in here." "Am I seeing things?" "The 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." "You have 30 seconds to decide." "30 seconds!"