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(Inaudible)

(Choking noises)

(Director) All right, cut!

- 80, John, what did you think? - Great, Dad, great.

Come on, let's take a look around.

- (Director) Stay quiet! - Sorry about that.

(John laughing)

(John laughing)

(Bell rings)

(Bell ringing, John laughing)

(Switches on radio)

(Switches radio off)

(SID) Unidentified flying objects, bearing zero-one-two-four-eight...'

- Still maintaining course. - Termination?

Should be through any second.

- What happened to the Interceptors? - They didn't make contact.

- They what? - They're coming in too fast.

Nearly home, John.

How'd you make out with that model boat I sent?

- I finished it. - You finished it?

(Phone buzzes)

Stra ker.

All right, Alec. Thanks, um... I'll be in about six o'clock.

Right.

- Do you want to see it? - Hmm?

- The boat, Dad. - Oh, sure. You bet I do.

Moonbase to SHADO Control. Speed SOL one-decimal-four.

- SOL one-decimal-four? That's crazy! - They're changing course.

A correction. One maintaining flight path.

The second, new course zero-four-two... one-eight-three!

I don't get it.

One's veered off, the other's coming in so fast it can't possibly land.

Wait for me, Dad.

Hello, Mary.

Hello, Ed. You're late.

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

(Man) Mary!

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

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

Listen, I'd... like to talk to you about John. Is he...?

No, no, he's fine.

- We're both fine. - (Man) Mary!

We're all perfectly all right.

Oh. uh... Johnny wanted to show me something.

I... think you'd better go. I'll explain to Johnny.

Right.

Goodbye, Ed.

Dad! Dad!

(Horn)

Dad, Dad!

Dad!

(Horn)

(Squealing tyres)

Johnny!

Johnny!

I couldn't do a thing, he just came running out.

Johnny! Ed!

Well, do something!

(Siren)

(Radio) 'Green alert, St Mary's Hospital.

'Patient suffering head injuries, over.'

(Radio continues, indistinct)

(Engine starts)

(Siren)

(Siren continues)

(Tyres squealing)

(Radio, indistinct)

PA: 'Dr Avery, please. Dr Avery, please.'

(Phone ringing)

(Phone continues ringing)

The doctor will see you soon. They came out of surgery ten minutes ago.

(Nurse) He's as well as can be expected.

Thank you.

(Ford) Termination coming through.

Ireland, west coast.

- It's still coming in too fast. - Range seven million.

Confirm. One-decimal-four.

Moonbase to SHADO Control. We still have UFO on positive track.

Confirm speed SOL one-decimal-four.

It must slow soon.

75,000.

- (Woman) Reducing speed. - Alert ground radar.

All radar stations, areas B-one-four-two and one-four-four, red alert.

Sky One airborne.

Proceeding to search area. ETA 21 minutes.

Mrs Rutland? I'm Dr Segal.

No, please don't get up.

How is he?

Well, the boy has a fractured right femur.

He's also got a compound fracture of the tibia and fibula.

There's serious internal haemorrhage. We've given him a transfusion.

- May we see him? - Notjust now, I'm afraid.

As you probably realise, your son has an allergy to antibiotics.

- Yes, when he was a baby, he was... - When he was three months old,

he was critically ill from a Terramycin injection.

- I'm the boy's father. - I see.

Well, the problem is one of elimination.

We have to find a suitable antibiotic. It takes time.

There must be something.

Well, there's the new American anti-allergeretic drug.

- Will it do the job? - Well, it's been tested.

(Segal) Its supply is very limited still. (Straker) But available...?

(Segal) In America, yes. But we need it urgently. Within the next few hours.

(Mr Rutland) We'll fly some over. I'll charter a plane.

(Segal) I'm afraid there won't be time.

I'll take care of it.

What are you talking about? How can you?

I said I'll take care of it.

He's still my son.

If you'll let me have the details, Doctor.

Yes, naturally.

(Beeper)

I... I have to leave.

You always had to leave.

We'll stay and see the boy through.

Tell your contact to ask for Dr Ashley.

Miss Ealand, contact our people in New York.

I want a special courier to pick up a drug from the Westmoor Hospital.

Take down these details.

4,800 miles from impact.

Speed?

- 24,000 knots. - He'll never make it.

We have it on ground radar.

(Whirring engine passes)

(Bird squawking)

Impact confirmed.

- Do we have a grid reference? - Yes. sir.

IGR area B-one-four-two-zero-eight. Just off the west coast of Ireland.

- Tell Captain Carlin to overtly. - Yes. sir.

Crazy coming in at that speed.

- Could it have been damaged? - I don't see how.

The Interceptors didn't get anywhere near it.

The aliens don't usually make that kind of mistake.

At least they're fallible.

- Miss Ealand. - Yes, sir.

Has that drug been picked up yet?

Yes, sir. They're taking it straight to the airport.

Fine, fine. I'll arrange for the Transporter myself.

Yes, sir.

Stra ker.

'Voiceprint positive. Commander Straker.'

(Lift machinery whirrs)

Keep in contact with Carlin. Though I doubt if he can tell us much.

- Yes, sir. - What's the situation?

Two UFOs. One veered off 10 million miles away, the other crashed, Western Ireland.

Its entry speed was too high.

Right.

Sky One is on its way now to look for wreckage,

but I don't suppose there'll be much left to see.

Fine.

- Is everything all right? - Is it ever?

I was going to grab a bite to eat. Care to join me?

It's all right, Alec, I've got a few things to clear up here.

You go ahead.

All right.

See you later.

Tell the New York Transporter to stand by for immediate takeoff.

(Ford) 'But it doesn't leave for seven hours, sir.'

- I believe I said "immediate take-of “! - 'Yes, sir.'

No calls, Miss Ealand.

And would you get me zero-one-two-four-one-four, please?

(Phone buzzes)

Intensive Care Unit, please.

Hello, I'm enquiring about a patient, a young boy.

John Straker.

Well, there must be.

John Rutland?

Yes, he could be under that name.

No change?

Thank you.

Well, Mrs O'Connor. There's not a lot wrong with you.

I could've told you that myself, Doctor.

I'll bet you could. I'll drop in next time I'm passing.

Won't you stay for a cup of tea?

No, thanks, it's getting late and I have to go over to the Regan farm.

- Say goodbye to the doctor, Billy. - (Billy) Don't be daft.

(O'Connor) Oh, you're a naughty boy.

I'll see you to the door, Doctor.

I have to treat my gentlemen callers with great respect

or else they won't come back.

Sky One to Skydiver Control, it crashed about 100 yards offshore.

I'm going around once more before the light fades.

(Billy squawking)

(Rustling outside)

(Bottle falls to pavement)

Did you hear that?

(Squawks)

What was it, Billy?

I'm sure I heard a noise.

Didn't you hear it, Billy?

Is anyone there?

I know someone's there.

(Rustling)

Oh. You must excuse me.

You see... I'm blind.

(Squawking)

What are you doing?

What are you looking for?

(O'Connor) There's nothing of value here.

(Squawking)

Please. Please don't touch the bird.

(Door closes)

- Where's that Transporter? - 'Just taken off. ETA London 23:30.'

Fine. I want a car and an escort at the airport to meet it.

'Yes, sir.'

Great steak.

(Freeman) Medium rare, side order of salad.

Sounds very appetising.

Yeah, it was. It certainly was.

Look, it's pretty quiet here. There's nothing you can do.

Why don't you go home?

What home?

Who are you?

(Freeman) What's the position, Peter? (Peter) 'Sky One has re-docked.

'Skydiver proceeding to crash area. ETA 15 minutes.'

Fine. Contact us the moment you have anything.

'Roger, Control.'

I still can't figure out why it came in so fast.

To avoid the Moonbase Interceptors.

It's possible.

The moment it passed Moonbase it had plenty of time to decelerate.

- That the Transporter? - (Ford) Yes, sir.

23:30 hours confirmed as ETA.

Have my car outside in 30 minutes.

- I'm going home. - Yes, sir.

Oh, Alec.

Maybe that UFO tried to decelerate but couldn't, because it'd been hit.

The Interceptors were way out. What else could've caused it?

The second UFO. The one that veered off.

Tell Carlin to look out for wreckage

with signs of damage not consistent with the crash.

Right, sir.

(Woman) Right. Thank you, SHADO Control, we'll do that. Out.

- Anything? - Not a sign.

- Steer zero-four-two. - Yes, sir.

(Ringing)

A Block, night nurse speaking.

Yes, she's still here.

It's for you.

(PA) 'Dr Jones. Dr Jones.'

Yes?

Oh, it's you, Ed. No, there's no news.

The drug is on its way.

Everything will be all right, Mary.

Yes... Yes.

Yes, I will.

No, no, I'm fine. I want to stay here.

Don't let Johnny down this time, Ed.

Don't let us down.

All right.

That could be it. About 50 yards ahead. Couple of degrees to port.

Stop engines.

I'll take a look. Release a marker buoy and inform Control.

Yes, sir.

Tell me. Who are you?

Why don't you answer me?

Why won't you speak to me?

(High-pitched beeping)

What's that noise? What are you doing?

Why don't you go away? Why don't you leave my house?

I want you to hear something. It's important.

- Play it back. - 'Yes, sir.'

(O'Connor) 'Why don't you go away? Why don't you leave my house?'

It cut in about three minutes ago on our waveband.

- Cut in? - Clear as a bell.

Estimated signal strength 1500 megawatts.

That's as powerful as a medium-sized commercial transmitter.

- Do we have any bearings? - Ireland, the west coast.

(Beeping continues)

What is that noise?

What is it?

I'm only trying to feel your face.

'Don't you understand? I'm blind.

'Why, you're trembling. Why don't you answer me?

'Why don't you tell me who you are and what it is you want?

Because then I might be able to help you.'

UFO crashes off the west coast of Ireland.

And an old lady broadcasts from the same area

with a transmitter powerful enough to break in on our wavebands.

It can't be coincidence.

- Cancel my car. - Yes, sir.

Did you get closer bearings?

No. We'd have to triangulate from ground vehicles.

And there aren't any. Where's the nearest Transporter?

Just over the Atlantic. 200 miles out.

- Coming In from New York? - Yes. sir.

I thought that wasn't supposed to take off until 14:00 hours.

Correct, but it's been en route for 50 minutes. Straker's orders.

He must be psychic.

Close outer hatch.

- Outer hatch closed. - Evacuate.

Open inner hatch.

Opening inner hatch. Inner hatch open.

I want these shots developed and sent to Control ASAP.

How'd it look?

Part of the metallic structure had practically been vaporised.

I'll tell you one thing.

It had been fired on by something before it crashed.

(Irregular heartbeats on monitor)

Captain Carlin just radioed these in.

There's no doubt. That UFO was damaged before it crashed.

But by what?

Two UFOs are sighted. One veers off, the other crashes off western Ireland.

From the same area, someone breaks in on our waveband.

Let's make a couple of guesses.

An alien survives the crash, goes into a house,

the occupant is an old lady.

She said she was blind.

Yes, so she thinks he's a man. An intruder possibly.

The alien sets up a transmitter and beams in on our waveband.

- We'll know when we track him down.

Well, that won't be easy, Alec.

With Mobiles in the area, we can pinpoint his exact position.

So that'll take time.

Less than an hour. Transporter will be there within minutes.

Mobiles can be in the area immediately.

Once they're in position, we can get exact bearings from his next transmission.

A Transporter?

The one from New York. You ordered an early take-off.

- What have you done? - I diverted it, what else?

Is something wrong?

I'll tell Captain Carlin to go ashore as Field Commander.

- I thought you'd like some coffee. - Thank you.

- What time is it? - That clock is right.

It hasn't arrived yet.

(Phone)

A Block. Mrs Rutland, it's for you.

No. I'll take it.

Hello? Yes, it's me.

No, no. Just the same.

There's been a delay.

The drug will be here as soon as possible.

Yes, I know. I know!

I'd like to explain to Mary.

It's been delayed.

Yes?

But--!

Important?!

What... What can be more important than your own son's life?

Listen, Mary, please. It's not like that. You don't understand.

No! No, I don't understand, I'll never understand!

(Phone clatters)

Mary, listen to me... Mary!

(Sobbing)

- Where's the Transporter? - Just landed in Ireland, sir.

The second it's unloaded I want it back in the air for London.

Yes, sir.

Look, I'm sorry about the Transporter. Was it important?

These things are always a question of priorities.

Tell the Mobiles not to move in till I give the word.

Get me a large-scale map of the area.

- And get me Captain Carlin. - Sir.

(Irregular heartbeat on monitor)

(Mary sobbing)

(High-pitched beeping)

(Squawking)

It's all right, Billy. Our visitor's a nice man.

He doesn't want to hurt us. It's all right, Billy.

- Mobile One in position. - Roger, One.

All Mobiles in position, sir.

All we can do now is wait for the next transmission.

An alien who wants to cooperate. To help.

Why else would he transmit on our waveband?

Why won't you speak to me?

Get a bearing.

(Beeping)

Why don't you tell me who you are? 'It's better to tell someone.'

(Static)

What the devil's jamming that signal?

(SID) 'Second UFO re-sighted. Moonbase red alert.'

Interceptors, immediate launch.

Missile firing minus six-decimal-four.

(SID) 'Interception negative. UFO proceeding to Earth.

'Red alert. Replacement Sky One.'

(O'Connor, above static) 'I know I can't do very much, but...

I'll try and help you.'

Got it.

Mobile One to Control. Signal vector one-three-eight-decimal-three.

- Tell the Mobiles to move In. - Yes. sir.

(Beeping continues)

Mobile One to Control. Eight miles from target.

(Irregular heartbeat continues)

(Beeping continues)

Four miles.

(Beeping continues)

(Beeping fades into distance)

(Beeping continues)

(Whirring approaches)

(Whirring gets louder)

We'll never know. He might have told us everything.

(John) 'Dad!'

Dad! Dad!

(Horn)

(Tyres squealing)

Ed! Well, do something!

(Violent sobbing)

Mary.

I never want to see you again.

(Sobbing)

(Sobbing echoes and fades)