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Lunar sunrise, Lieutenant.

Four minutes.

Right. Are the interceptors ready?

Yes, sir. We've been on red alert since 0600 hours.

If we do lose contact, you'll have to play it by ear.

Yes, sir.

Three minutes, Lieutenant.

It's the feeling of helplessness I can't take.

Sunspot activity is the perfect cover for UFOs.

But do you think they'll try anything?

I think you can lay odds on it.

Give me the surface camera.

Yes, Lieutenant.

Fifty seconds.

Interference ratio 207 increasing.

Interference level rising to critical, Commander.

Rising. Well, it looks like we're going to have a communication blackout.

Sound and vision breaking up.

We'll keep flying open and test signal every 60 seconds. Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Give me the surface.

Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

1, 0.

Radar trace bearing 184, range 20 miles, camera 3.

Launch the interceptors.

Interceptors, immediate launch.

15 miles.

Nine miles.

Congratulations to the interceptor pilot.

They didn't get near it.

What? It disintegrated. No apparent reason.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Contact Paul Foster and check on the next available lunar flight.

You're going up to moon base?

Yes. I want to know why a UFO gets within four miles of moon base and

itself.

Mobile 2 to Control.

Yes, Commander.

We've completed the search in this area and can find no UFO wreckage, nor Conroy

and Dale making out.

Well, they found a possible crash location, but nothing positive.

They're out on the surface now, taking a closer look.

Roger, Control, out.

What are you hoping to find?

If it did disintegrate in flight, the debris would have produced a large

of small craters over a wide area.

Yes, and the moon's surface has been pockmarked by millions of years of

meteorites. Yes, I know that.

But that UFO got within four miles of moon base, Paul.

Perfect position to attack, and then it explodes.

Why?

That's a good question.

Let's hope Mobile One comes up with the answer.

Well, what do you think?

I don't know. It's hard to be sure.

Straker's going to want to know.

You're in charge of this buggy, old son.

Thank you.

Maybe the instrument recordings will tell us more.

Let's get back to Peck. Right.

Control to two.

Go ahead, Control.

Mobile one is about to dock. All right. We're on our way back, too.

Out.

Home, James, and don't spare the horses.

Ah, just a piece of moon rock.

Picked it up when we were out there on the surface.

Hey, you remember Harrison?

I thought he'd go crazy when he found one of these.

He thought he'd found a genuine Koh -i -Noor diamond.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

And I'll never forget that look on his face when he found out it was worthless.

Yeah, well, it'd make a nice paperweight.

Let's see.

Francoise, Denis, Sylvia.

Sylvia, baby.

Look, I think I'll get down to control and see if they figured out those...

recordings.

Hi, baby.

What's going on here?

Hey!

Come on. You go ahead.

Right.

This is control.

Internal emergency.

Internal emergency.

What's going on?

Where's Dale?

What the hell have you done with Dale?

Conroy.

How are you, Nina?

Sit down.

Could have been worse.

Nothing broken.

Do you feel like talking about it?

Well, sure.

Conroy came into the control.

He just stood there, staring.

He looked bewildered and frightened.

If he didn't know where he was... What happened then?

Well, I asked him what's the matter, what's wrong, something like that.

Then? Well, he struck out and the girls tried to grab him.

Everything happened so fast.

He was very strong.

Out of his mind.

I'm sure he didn't know.

Didn't know what?

Who he was hitting.

He just didn't know who we were.

Is that it, sir?

Yes, and it doesn't make any more sense now than it did four hours ago.

Everyone who came into contact with Conroy reports more or less the same

Look at this.

Berserk. Out of his senses.

Didn't seem to recognize me.

Fired at me indiscriminately with no reason at all.

Conroy's medical report of three weeks ago.

And? Full clearance.

What about his stress factor?

98%, the near -perfect astronaut.

He'd been in a couple of tight situations over the years, always kept

never been anywhere near cracking up.

Until now.

We'll leave Earth at 1400 hours, Paul. I think I know someone else who wants

some answers.

General Henderson.

How long has he been waiting?

Long enough to work up a lava.

Just what I need at 8 .30 in the morning. Thank you.

I could always phone down with some excuse to get you off the hook.

Well, can you think of a good one that might do the trick?

Fire in the studio?

No. It would take at least an earthquake to get one angry general off my back.

Nuclear attack?

That might do it if it was a big one.

Where is he?

Thank you.

I need moral support.

Morning, Beaver. Morning, Colonel.

General Henderson.

Baker, I'm going to kick your ass. Do you know Colonel Lake?

Oh, yes, of course you do.

Now, where's that report?

I don't have it ready yet.

Straker, the committee meets in three days' time. I need your report and all

figures. I've been busy.

Look, it takes money to run Shadow.

A hell of a lot of money. And we're asking the committee for even more this

time. Oh, that's your bag, General. You get the money, I run the store.

Straker, they are after blood. My job is on the line.

Not that that's important.

But if I go, you won't win any popularity polls up here.

That sounds like a threat, General. Not from me.

We could both walk out tomorrow and don't think I haven't considered it.

But you, you got a monkey on your back.

Dedication.

Think about it.

You want me to reprogram the computer to get out the finance figures?

He is right, you know.

Yes, he's right, right.

Sometimes being wrong right is harder.

Now, let the computer run. I have to know what happened to Conroy.

Hi, Beaver.

Oh, Beaver.

Did those spares for the G6 arrive yet? Afraid not.

They were due yesterday.

Only one shipment arrived yesterday stationary.

Then get it moving, eh, Beaver?

It's a joke.

Stationary.

Due to a power failure... There will be no more fuel available for the next two

hours.

How's it going, Paul?

Well, it looked like the area Damon Conroy investigated was the UFO crash

location, but we're still waiting for the computer to confirm.

What's wrong?

Peter?

Do you hear me? What's wrong?

Peter! Hey, where you at?

Put down the gun.

Captain James.

He's out of his mind.

Pass the alarm.

Control.

This is Control.

Go ahead.

Go ahead. This is Captain James.

Captain James.

Listen. Listen carefully.

I want you to stay where you are.

Do you understand?

Just stay where you are. Can you hear me, Captain?

What the hell are they doing?

Right. We are here.

He killed the guard here.

Commander.

You just called up control.

Where from?

Corridor 12.

Let's go.

This is Straker. It looks like he's heading for the control room. Give me

map. I want you to station guards at the end of corridors 14 and 6 and seal all

exits.

You two, take that corridor.

Lieutenant. Have we sealed off the complex?

Yes, sir.

But he's just killed a guard near the medical center.

Well,

he must have doubled back.

Yeah, but he's still heading this way.

Tell everyone not to shoot unless absolutely necessary.

I want to take them alive.

Control?

He's right outside.

He's in the corridor, right outside control.

Captain James.

Give me the gun.

Captain, I gave you an order.

Let's call it. Let's rush it.

No, Paul.

Let's sit it out.

Get Straker!

Well, come on! Someone tell Straker!

Beaver, it's no use, Paul.

I don't think he can hear us. Virginia, I give the word.

Die.

All right, Paul.

You have no choice.

He's already killed twice.

Now!

What a mess.

If only I'd thought.

Waited.

Maybe I...

You weren't to know. How could you?

Well, that doesn't make it any easier.

Half a million miles in Navy jets before he was 25.

Ten years as a top astronaut.

He brought a space capsule down with a shattered hip.

Saved the crew.

Best command pilot Shadow ever had.

Why does a man like that suddenly lose all sense of reality and start seeing

aliens?

Same pattern as Conroy.

Are we any nearer to finding an answer there?

Well, the autopsy found nothing.

But the computer confirms that they had located the UFO crash area.

Well, that's no help to us.

Beaver hadn't been near a UFO in almost two years.

It's too much of a coincidence.

There must be a connection.

A link.

I need some air.

He's the star of that new TV series they're filming on 5 and 6.

Oh, yes.

Well, he's picked a bad time.

I'm sorry, but he insisted.

That's all right, Miss Elin.

Well, I finally get to see you. You're a hard man to pin down at, Straker. Well,

I've been pretty tied up just recently, Howard. Sit down, sit down. Thank you.

Yes, haven't we all?

Well, what's your problem?

You're the one with the problem.

Am I?

The series.

You have seen it, of course.

Well, yes, but not as often as I would have liked.

Well, unless something's done, it's heading for big trouble.

Fortunately, though, I have a solution.

Oh? I want script approval.

Now, Howard, you know we can't do that.

Mr. Straker, the series is going to pot.

The scripts are old and hackneyed. The entire production is lifeless and trite.

I don't think it's doing anything for you.

I know it's not doing anything for me.

All right, let's talk about it. I didn't come here to bargain, Ed. I want script

approval.

It's not in your contract.

Ah, well, of course you could hold me to my contract, but you know, I'm getting

these terrible bad headaches recently.

Headaches?

I wonder what could be causing that.

Well, it could be eye strain or reading a lot of bad scripts.

I mean the kind of headaches that keep me off the floor a couple of mornings a

week. Understand?

Yes, I understand blackmail.

Blackmail? I never said anything about blackmail.

I'm talking about migraine headaches.

Well, why don't you leave it with me, Howard? I'm sure I understand.

I'm not sure you do.

If you think I'm bluffing, try me.

All right, I'm calling.

No script approval, Howard.

You know, these headaches that you've been suffering from, they could be

by a swelling between the ears.

Shouldn't you be in Theater 7 looking at your rushes?

Have a look at rushes tomorrow, Mr. Straker.

Control to Sky 4, continue on present course.

What's happening, Paul?

Sky 1's closing. We should know any second.

Control, I'm in search area.

UFO sighting negative.

Returning to base, ETA 1400 hours.

Thank you, Sky One.

Conroy's personal effects.

Have they been checked?

One of the last things Beaver James did.

Oh, and here's the directive for you to sign.

Yeah.

Replacement interceptor for moon base.

I wonder how much that's going to cost.

Talking of money, General Henderson's on his way to see you. Yes, I'm sure he

is.

What's this?

Notes for a story?

Oh, apparently Conroy used to write westerns.

I suppose it helped him pass the time on Moonbase.

Cowboys.

Beaver James thought he saw aliens.

Say, the way Conroy fought, do you think that maybe in his mind he thought he

saw...

Thank you. Send him in.

I'll leave this one to you.

Thank you.

General.

Commander.

General. Close the door.

I had a report on astronaut Conroy.

It didn't make a lot of sense, but these things happen.

Now I get one on Captain James, but it makes even less.

Well, if you're looking for an explanation, I don't know.

The committee just won't buy that, Straker.

They're going to want some answers.

You're sending me up there with nothing.

What do you expect me to do? Stand up and give them a couple of choruses? I'd

love a comeback.

We need more time.

If we had managed to take James alive... What do you mean?

I killed him.

You what?

This gun.

The one he had on Colonel Lake.

It was empty.

Oh, don't give me that unkind of Straker crud. If you can't stand the heat, you

shouldn't be in the kitchen. You're making this personal.

Any way you want.

All right, General Almighty Henderson.

Every man and woman in shadow is my responsibility.

My gems bleed for you. They're highly trained, dedicated, often under

stress. Oh, stop it, stop it. You make me cry.

My God.

I'm really seeing you for the first time.

You don't care, do you? You really don't care.

Stress, we're all under stress.

Father's strength in his bleeding flock.

Don't push me, Henderson.

Tim! Look, somebody ought to take you. What, you?

You haven't got the guts.

Let's get back to realities.

You're nothing but a bunch of spineless, gutless sheep. Get out of here.

Nah. Nah.

Nah. Cut. Unprint that.

That was very,

very nice.

How was it for you?

Okay, I guess.

Felt all right anyway.

There's just one small point.

I was thinking, you know when Howard says, you're making this personal.

And I say... Don't go away, Howard. You know,

any way you want.

Yeah. Well, I thought maybe I'd give that a bit stronger, you know?

Okay.

I tell you what, we'll play in here and cheat in the island later.

Fair enough.

Okay.

We'll try that.

All right, we'll pick it up from the same place, but keep the pace up. Mm

When you're ready.

Rehearsal, pal.

Quiet, please.

Right, keep the eye lines straight ahead as we're cheating it.

All right, Sylvia?

Okay.

And action, bruv.

You make it as personal as possible. Any way you want. See you later. Pull up,

General Martin.

Paul!

My gum is bleeding for you.

Oh, don't give me that unkindest, straighter crud. If you can't stand the

you shouldn't be in the kitchen.

He's often under tremendous stress. Oh, stop it, stop it. You won't need to

laugh a lot, Mr. Burton, if you want to leave the stage before the red light

goes off. I've seen you for the first time. You don't care. You really don't

care. Stress, stress. We're all under stress.

Father's straightening his bleating flock.

Don't push me. Sheep.

Someone ought to. But you, you haven't got the guts.

Look, let's get back to reality.

You're nothing but a bunch of spineless, gluttonous sheep. The lot of you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Byrne. Who are you?

What? Who are you?

Joe. I'm your stand -in, Mr. Byrne.

I'm getting these terrible bad headaches recently.

You know these headaches you've been suffering from? I think it's caused by a

swelling.

Hello?

Yes, Mr. Byrne?

I'm afraid Mr. Straker is engaged.

I want to see him.

I'll call you back.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Shouldn't you be in Theatre 7, Mr. Byrne? They're showing your rushes.

that suddenly lose all sense of reality.

Cowboys?

Beaver James thought he saw aliens.

We'll have to start, sir. Second unit rushes are due at 12.

139, take two.

Minister, this is Colonel Stryker.

How do you do, sir? A shattering business, Colonel.

The Prime Minister's already at Chequers.

We'll be there in 30 minutes.

I've been in constant communication with Paris, Moscow and Bonn during your

visits. I think the British government's approval will be a formality.

The evidence is absolutely conclusive.

If I might... Sure, Colonel.

It may speed things up.

Keep pace with the escort.

Jack? Do you mind if I join you?

Paul.

Oh, Mike's the name, remember?

I've only been your co -star for two years. One more, two, three, one.

John.

Don't you like it?

I think it'll make a great episode.

Are you all right?

That's me up there.

That's my life.

That was my son.

Oh, the juvenile.

Nice little actor.

As I was saying, I think it'll make a great episode.

One, four, seven, take four, and action. How'd you make out with that model boat

I sent you?

I finished it. Do you want to see it?

Hmm? The boat, Dad.

Oh, sure.

Bet I do.

Wait for me, Dad.

You're late.

Yes, we were having such a great time, I thought an extra half hour.

Could you make it a week later next month, say the 18th?

The 18th, yes, that'll be fine.

Mary!

Johnny wanted to show me something.

I think you'd better go.

I'll explain to Johnny.

Right.

Goodbye.

My God, what's happening?

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Oh, John.

John!

Now look out, John, John!

Cut, ready.

On it. One, four, nine, take two.

Action.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

All right, cut it.

Well, I've heard of method acting, but you take the coconut.

What's got into you?

Hugh, you take my memories, my life, my soul, and stick it up on that screen.

Well, so it's the star bit.

It's make -believe. We're all in the same business. Pretty pictures for the

masses, right? Listen, Paul.

Mike. Mike, whatever your name is, it doesn't matter.

You're part of a nightmare. This nightmare.

All this.

Everything I'm seeing, I know it's only in my own mind.

What?

Trying to make me crack.

Make me believe in the unreality.

Conroy. Beaver James.

They must have gone through the same thing. You've got to help me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about you in my nightmare.

I have to get back.

I need your help. I need Paul Foster's help.

crazy you're crazy

You're crazy.

You're crazy.

You're crazy.

Lights up, Mr. Brown.

So, uh, we'll have a nice, strong reaction on where he throws the gun

okay? Uh -huh.

And, uh, what about a bit of fingers in the corners of the eyes for when you

say, you make me cry?

Bit full hand, listen.

Okay, drop it.

Right. Turn over.

Mark it.

One, four, seven, take one.

And action.

You making this person?

Any way you want.

All right, cut it.

Will you please keep this stage quiet, Frank?

Now we want absolute quiet, Mr. Byrne. The red light's up.

All right, let's take it from the top.

Mark it.

One, four, seven, take two.

Bye, Hart.

Any way you want.

Oh, my gums bleed for you.

Oh, stop it, stop it. You're making me cry.

What the devil's going on here?

Frank? What can I do about it? The guy's crazy.

Okay, get the production manager.

Get the production manager on the set.

whether we're keeping up with his schedule.

We won't be off the set today at this rate.

All right.

Howard!

If you're looking for explanations, I don't know.

Howard, look, come and sit down.

We need time.

If we manage to take James alive... Howard, look, I... I killed him.

Howard.

This gun.

The one he had on Colonel Lake.

It was empty.

Don't give me that study for streaker crud.

If you can't stand the heat, you shouldn't be in the kitchen.

You're making this personal?

Any way you want.

All right, General Almighty Henderson.

Every man and woman in shadow is my responsibility.

My gums bleed for you.

They're highly trained, dedicated, often under tremendous stress. No, stop it,

stop it. You make me cry.

My God, I'm really seeing you for the first time.

You don't care, do you? You really don't care.

Stress, we're all under stress.

Father Straker and his bleating flock.

Don't push me, Henderson.

Sheep. You know, somebody ought to take you.

You haven't got the guts.

Let's get back to reality.

You're looking for a bunch of spineless, gutless sheep to lie to you. Meh!

Meh!

Meh!

He seemed to regain control.

I thought he was going to finish me.

How do you feel?

Tired.

Did I cause all this?

Well, nothing too serious.

The link.

The link was a rock.

Conroy must have found it somewhere near that UFO wreckage.

It had some kind of hallucinatory power.

It bent the mind of whoever touched it.

Obviously alien.

Yes. Planted in some way by that UFO which crashed near moon base.

A booby trap.

Yes.

Aimed at the mind.

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