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Zulu
Dateline. The day after tomorrow.
Unexplained extraterrestrial signals detected.
Signal source confirmed. Mars.
Spectrum agents Captain Scarlet and Captain Black assigned to investigate.
It's nothing but a wild goose chase I'm telling you.
Some 20th century Rusky Progon renegade.
That's what's making this noise.
And why can't the scientists at the Mars base find it?
I don't know, and I don't know how they expect us to either.
You know Conrad, just because Spectrum designated you Black,
doesn't mean you have to be negative all the time.
I know, but what are the odds the coffee's cold? You want some anyway?
Meteor strike.
Decompression. Decompression.
Emergency boatmen closing in five seconds.
- Four... - Scarlet, come on.
Three. Two. One.
Paul.
Decompression.
Decompression. Decompression.
Decompression.
Emergency bulkhead closing in five seconds.
Four. Three. Two. One.
You okay?
You know, I'm getting a bad feeling about this mission.
Okay, zone Alpha-Five-Two clear.
This is like fishing in a desert.
Well, something has to be sending that signal.
So we keep looking.
What a sight.
I wish Destiny could have seen this.
Hey, wait. I've got a fix.
But there's nothing out there.
Oh, yes, there is.
Some kind of hologram?
No, my instruments confirm it's there, all right.
An alien city.
But there have been people on Mars for 20 years.
How come no one has seen this before?
Maybe they didn't want to be seen.
What is it?
We're picking up a huge surge of... Oh, we're under attack.
What have we done?
It was coming straight for us.
It could have been some kind of scan.
Come on, Paul. What did you expect me to do?
Wait until we were blown to pieces before firing back?
We've destroyed the whole city.
Not yet, we haven't. Let's get out of here!
Earthmen, this is the voice of the Mysterons.
We have watched you for centuries.
Your violence disgusts us.
And now you visit it upon us.
You cannot destroy us, Earthmen.
But now we will crush your world.
Destiny Angel to Control. We're returning to base.
Skybase, this is Destiny Angel.
Approaching you from the west.
Request permission to land.
Destiny Angel, you are clear to land on runway one right.
Crosswind forty-ninth.
Destiny Angel, SIG.
Lieutenant Green, any word from Mars?
No, nothing, sir.
Destiny.
Adam.
What's wrong?
It's Conrad and Paul.
We've lost all contact.
Conrad.
Conrad!
The signals from Mars have stopped, and there's no sign of the alien city.
Nevertheless, there can be no doubt that these
Mysterons pose a deadly threat to the Earth's security.
Fighting an enemy that we can't see.
Or one that we can see, but can't recognize.
We will crush your world, Earthmen.
We will destroy you as you destroy your own kind.
You will be our instrument of destruction, Captain Scarlet.
Captain Scarlet?
What the--.
Engineering, report!
Lieutenant Green, report.
Multiple engine failure, Colonel.
I'll be right there.
It's no engine failure. It's Scarlet.
All security personnel, report to main control.
I'll fire crews to engineering.
What's happened to him?
I don't know, but we have to stop him.
No obvious signs of trauma.
His stats are down.
Scarlet's down to 78. Not looking good.
- I know that. - Switch on respiratory support.
Pulse fading. It's too late. We're losing him.
Sam, there wasn't really any hope I'm afraid.
Come on, Destiny.
Please. I need a few minutes.
Sure.
Dr. Gold! Dr. Gold! He's alive!
Impossible.
Why did you try to sabotage Skybase?
The Mysterons were in control. It was as if I didn't exist anymore.
Do you mean they hypnotized you?
No, it wasn't hypnosis.
And I thought you'd want to hear this, and I think Scarlet should hear it, too.
Go on, Doctor.
I've been running tests. The results are remarkable.
Meaning?
Well, basically, this isn't Scarlet.
What the hell is this? He's an imposter?
No.
Doc, you're not making a whole lot of sense.
Well, he has Scarlet's DNA, but he's been altered at a subatomic level.
What exactly are you saying?
This man has Scarlet's fingerprints, Iris configuration,
and even the rivets in his leg from a break suffered ten years ago.
But this isn't the man you sent to Mars.
Are you saying I'm some kind of clone?
A clone is an exact genetic copy.
You have a unique difference.
Your body is genetically retro-metabolizing.
Captain Scarlet, you are virtually indestructible.
Captain Scarlet has failed us.
But the Mysterons will not fail.
We have another instrument of destruction.
Come on, Scarlet. The Colonel wants to talk to you again.
Adam, Black is alive and under Mysteron control.
I've got to stop him.
Spectrum is red. Captain Scarlet has escaped.
Paul!
Scarlet!
You're not going anywhere, Paul.
Wrong again, Adam.
You have to stop him, Captain Blue. At all costs.
S.I.G.
Skybase, I've lost him.
But I know where he's headed.
Don't move a muscle.
Adam, come and take a look.
What on earth? Where is he?
I wish I knew.
You know, I run freight all over this planet.
Everything from space rockets to Christmas cards.
And it gets there on time.
How come I can't get a damn car when I want it?
Hey, what is this? This isn't my way home, you idiot.
This is a shortcut. I'm cutting short your life.
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