(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
(GUNS FIRING)
(BOMB WHISTLING)
- 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 suddenly appeared from nowhere!
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
Doctor!
- Getting closer! - Oh, Doctor, come back!
Oh, Zoe, there's a... Lady Jennifer!
Come away from the door!
(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)
Zoe! The Doctor!
Oh, no!
THOMPSON: And just who might you be?
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 I hope... I just hope...
What?
Doctor, what are these?
(WHISPERING) Zoe, come and see.
ZOE: 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.
(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)
We're landing!
Quick, in here.
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?
Well, this thing must eventually go back to its base.
- That's where we've got to get to. - Oh, but Doctor, surely...
(WHIRRING)
(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)
It's taking off again. That settles it.
THOMPSON: Where do you come from, what are you doing here?
Well, that's, um, rather difficult to explain, actually.
- But you're English. - Oh, I'm not, I'm a Scot.
You're English!
Spies for the South!
Oh, not again! Look, we're not spies.
- We're nothing to do with your war! - We're neutral.
In a civil war, ma'am, no one's neutral.
Now, who do you support, the North or the Confederates in the South?
- What's he talking about? - American Civil War, Jamie, remember?
- Oh, aye. - Aye, they're reb spies, sure enough.
- Tie 'em up! - What are you going to do with us?
Now, that's up to the general.
But when we leave here, you're coming with us.
And the general, he doesn't take kindly to spies.
- He shoots 'em! - This is disgraceful.
- We are neutral civilians! - Okay, over there!
All right, you guys, 10 minutes rest.
Not you! You're on sentry duty.
(GUNS FIRING)
Rebs!
Try and get my knife.
- Sarge, there's too many of them! - Give me your rifle!
Okay, make a break for the woods.
I'll stay behind and give you covering fire!
- Move! - Good luck, Sarge.
(JAMIE GRUNTING)
They've forgotten all about us.
Just as well. How are we doing?
Oh. No good, Jamie. Too late.
Now, don't you worry, ma'am, you're safe now.
Oh, just like those Yankees to treat a... a lady like this.
- Thank you. - Oh, that's my pleasure, ma'am.
Happens all the time, ma'am.
Yankees, they take over your house, tie you up, steal your food...
Oh, would you excuse me, ma'am?
The Yankees had some civilian prisoners, sir.
These people are enemies of the South.
- But, Captain... - The boy is a Yankee soldier,
the woman is a spy.
- You tie 'em up. - Yes, Captain.
But the difficulties of this form of mental processing are considerable.
I'm not interested in excuses.
The process should be universally effective.
We only have a 5% failure rate.
That 5% is causing us endless trouble.
What harm can they do?
Sabotage, murder and subversion.
Pockets of resistance building up everywhere.
But 5%? So few of them cause you trouble?
Their numbers are growing all the time.
If ever they band together in one organised group,
they could cause enough trouble to upset the major plan!
The process must be improved.
It already has been.
I am hoping to give a first demonstration
to the students very shortly.
I hope for your own sake the experiment will be successful.
(ALARM BLARING)
Von Weich, American Civil War Zone to Central Control.
Two more of the escapees from the 1917 zone have been recaptured,
the woman and the boy. The older man and the girl are still free.
Soldiers are now hunting them down.
Excellent.
When you have captured the other two, send them all here.
Sir.
They will make excellent specimens for your reprocessing experiment.
(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)
- We're landing again. - Yes.
All the soldiers have been delivered, so this must be its base.
Oh, Doctor, how do we get back to Jennifer and Jamie?
It's working on remote control!
Yes, well, there are some controls here.
I daresay I could get the hang of them.
(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)
He must be the person who's controlling this thing.
Shh!
These glasses. They're both wearing them.
Yes, you're right. We'd better put them on.
Well, come on, let's explore.
How long are we gonna be kept here?
Hey, you with the blonde hair, I'm talking to you!
You're staying here until the captain finds those friends of yours.
And then we're gonna shoot all four of you together.
Yankee spies.
But we're not Yankees, we were their prisoners, don't you remember?
Aye, you found us. Look, you were gonna let us go.
Me let you go? You must be crazy!
You're dangerous Yankee spies.
It's no good, Jamie, you can't possibly get it undone, it...
HARPER: Not a sound, mister. One sound.
There's a hole in the planks over there. Get a move on.
(LAUGHS) How about that?
I'll get some water. Hey, look!
Run for it!
- Come on! - No, run on! I'll hold them off.
- Where to? - Trail, due north. Old camp.
JAMIE: Right.
What happened?
They got away, he turned them loose. They can't have got far.
Get a cavalry patrol, get after 'em. Hunt them down!
So you turned them loose?
(COCKING PISTOL)
Now, where're they making for, boy?
Look, I ain't gonna tell you nothing!
You're gonna tell me where they're making for.
Sorry, Captain, but that stuff doesn't work on me.
- 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.
Lady Jennifer!
(SOLDIER YELLS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Come on! Hya, hya! Come on!
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? - Shh!
Why didn't they take any notice of us?
- Because of the glasses? - Yes, I think so.
Come on, let's see what else we can find.
You two, in!
- Well, we were just... - GUARD: In here!
- You're late. - Oh, well, if you insist.
- The lecture's already started. - Lecture...
SCIENTIST: Should you arrive on another planet, 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.
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.
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,
which have considerably hampered the progress of our plan.
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.
(GASPING)
This 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?
(GRUNTING) 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.
(RAPID BEEPING)
- Oh, can't we help him? - No, no, not yet. Later.
This machine is, of course, only a prototype.
In due course, other machines will be built
to this pattern, capable of processing
large groups of specimens simultaneously.
(BEEPING SLOWING DOWN)
Release him.
What is your name?
- Carstairs. - I am your superior officer, you know.
- Sorry, sir. - Where are you, Carstairs?
- Well, sir, I'm, I'm... - You are in my office at headquarters.
I am your commanding general.
Yes, sir, I'm in the general's office.
As you see, whatever he sees he transforms into something
which he can understand.
Now, what is this?
- What, sir? - This.
(LAUGHS) I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing there.
Objects which are beyond his comprehension, he will not see at all.
Now, who are these people?
They're my brother officers, sir.
Except those two people.
Those are German spies!
(LADY JENNIFER PANTING)
(JAMIE YELLING)
Come on! There'll be more of them after us!
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!
SCIENTIST: 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.
(SCOFFS) Then he's obviously no use for our purposes, is he?
Oh, yes, just as I thought.
This is your trouble, you know.
Will you leave this apparatus alone?
Yes, 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.
Of course we can.
It is simply a matter of reprogramming these circuits here.
DOCTOR: There? Yeah. SCIENTIST: And here.
Who are you? Why did you help us?
You came from one of those other wars.
You know what's going on, then?
You see those guys over there?
They think they're fighting the war between the States.
- This isn't even America. - Where do you think it is, then?
Look, you came through one of those mists to get here, right?
- Right. - Well, every time you go through
one of those mists, you're in some other war,
- some other place. - How long have you realised this?
I started noticing things quite a while back.
Then I found some other guys who are the same.
You mean there's more like you?
Oh, there are gangs of us hiding in the woods, we are trying to fight...
Now, we have combed the entire area and we still haven't found your friends.
- Just a moment. - Now, you are gonna tell me
where they are!
- (GUNSHOTS FIRING) - I've seen you before.
Attack coming from the direction of the woods, sir.
Get a patrol out there! Keep 'em back.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Wait, what are you gonna do to him?
Kill him, of course. He's one of the people running things around here.
No, you mustn't, we need him!
Get out of the way, boy, or I'll have to kill you too.
You see, it's perfectly simple.
With the circuits arranged in this manner,
the machine removes all traces of any previous processing.
Oh, yes, 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.
Oh, thank you. Come along, Zoe.
(ALARM BLARING)
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've found the cause.
One of the students has been extremely helpful to me. That one over there.
Run, Zoe, run!
Stop them!
(ALARM BLARING)
WAR CHIEF: Stop them!
Emergency alert, emergency alert.
This is the War Chief to all guard posts.
Close section areas, detain two resistance members.
(PANTING)
Oh, Lieutenant Carstairs, thank goodness!
We thought that...
Well, what are you doing? It's me, Zoe!
You're a German spy... A German spy.
It's my duty to shoot you.