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- Navigation circuits? - OK.

- Electrical power system? - Check.

- Inverters? - Operational.

- RCS heaters? - On.

- Oxygen flow? - Normal.

Unidentified flying object,

'bearing 428-146 Green.'

'Interceptors, immediate launch.'

'Interceptor One to Moonbase.

Course A-OK.' - Roger.

- Moonbase to SHADO Control. - 'Go ahead.'

- Interceptors spaceborne and on course. - UFO now 15 miles from GSP4.

'Will have contact with UFO in approximately 4.5 minutes.'

Roger. Maintain speed.

- Houston from GSP4. - 'Go ahead, GSP4.'

We have completed our course correction.

Everything is A-OK at minus 36:42:25 to touchdown.

'Roger. Everything looks good here. Re-entry at 1600 hours tomorrow.'

Roger, Houston. By the way, did you identify the signal?

'Negative, but it isn't influencing your flight path. Just keep scanning.'

Roger, Houston. Out.

- It's still with us. - Yeah.

Yes, that's right. I want a complete press, radio and TV clampdown

on any information relating to the signal being monitored by the GSP4.

Well, I can't make it any clearer for you.

You tell them anything you want. That's your problem.

- How far, Paul? - Twelve, and still closing.

If it gets closer, the Interceptors won't be able to attack.

UFO reducing speed. Position ten miles from GSP4.

GSP4 to Mission Control.

This signal seems to be real strong now.

Do you have any comment to make on that down there?

We're getting it, too, but it's nothing to worry about.'

- 'Maintain your flight path.' - Roger, Houston.

UFO two miles from capsule. Interceptors now in range.

Control to Interceptors. Await firing instructions.

- One mile. - Interceptors in position.

- 'Awaiting firing instructions.' - Roger, Moonbase.

- We can't attack. - No. It's too near the capsule.

Tell Moonbase to recall the Interceptors, Lieutenant,

- then alert Skydiver. - Yes, sir.

- We don't have to guess this time. - Rum,

It'll follow the space probe... right back to Earth.

Very good.

Yah!

- Come on! - Come on! Yah!

Hup!

Come on!

Good boy.

- What kept you? - You cheated.

I did not.

Idiot!

'Sky One to SHADO Control.

Have searched predicted landing area.

'No sign of UFO. It's thickly wooded. Visibility limited.'

Tell Sky One to re-dock with Skydiver. Get the mobiles there ASAP.

It can't have lifted off again. Ground radar would have picked it up.

Yeah.

It's out there somewhere.

How long will it take the Mobiles to get there?

Two or three hours.

You better get moving.

Shut up.

Pa says you're taking him to Berlin next month.

He's always there when I'm in an international event.

Who's that?

Shut up!

Maybe it's a party of Sioux - you know, Indians.

- I think I know who it is. - Look out for the arrows!

Wait for me, Custer!

Russ!

Let's get out of here.

Russ!

Russ!

What the devil's got into you?

I've told him times about trespassing on our land.

I thought I'd told you, Culley, but you still don't get the message!

Russ!

If ever I see you or that mongrel on this estate again... Get moving.

Come on.

White man, him strong.

'Mobile One to Control. Area 12, negative.'

Roger, One. Continue search in Area 14.

Search leader to SHADO control. Still no visual evidence of UFO.

You should come home more often, Anne.

It's the only time we get a decent meal.

She can't tear herself away from the bright lights.

You should get someone in. What about a kinky Swedish au pair?

- We did. - A Swedish au pair?

- Was her name Olga? - Mrs Harris from the village.

Tried it for a couple of weeks. I thought it would be all right.

She was a good cook but in the end it, er... didn't work out.

Oh?

If you lost your cool like today, I'm not surprised.

- What've you been up to, Russ? - I ran into our favourite hippy again.

- Oh. Where were the others? - I don't know.

Actually, I quite liked him. At least he was different.

Different's the word. If I had my way, I'd lock the whole bunch up.

Oh, there's no real harm in them.

- Can I have some more coffee? - Isn't there? You wait and see.

Why don't you get the fuzz to move them on.

- Fuzz? - The police.

Oh. They've tried but they always come back.

Well, this one is vicious. If the police don't do anything, I will.

Let's go.

Come on!

'Mobile Three to Control. Completed search of Area 24.

- 'Negative.' - Roger. Continue in Area 25.

- Yes? - Colonel Foster. sir.

- Hello, Paul. How's it going? - 'No luck, sir.

We've covered 70% of the area. No sign of the UFO.'

- OK, Paul. Keep at it. - 'Right.'

Lieutenant, I'm going to grab some sleep.

- If anything develops, call me. - 'Yes, sir.'

Come on, dog. Let's go.

Stay.

Oh, shut up.

Blue!

Blue boy!

Hey, hey.

Come on. What?

Come on, Bluey. What is it?

It's all right. What is it?

It's all right. It's all right.

There's nothing here - see? It's just your own stable.

What?

There's nothing.

It's all right, boy.

Oh! I wish you wouldn't do that!

- What the hell are you doing? - I heard Bluey stomping around.

He sounded frightened, so I came down.

- What's the matter with him? - He's sweating up.

There's nobody out there. I don't know what frightened him.

Well, he seems all right now.

How long are you staying, Anne?

- Who knows? - No, seriously.

- Maybe a few more days. - It's good to have you home.

You're too kind.

- How about a swim? - And what about costumes?

- I meant in ze nude. - You make some stupid suggestions.

- All right. then. Go as you are. - Hey!

Come on. Come here, Bluey. Come on. Good boy.

What on earth's the matter with him? He's sweating again.

Russ, listen.

- I can't hear anything. - That's just it. There's nothing.

Not even a bird.

Oh, come on. You're enough to scare anything away.

We've completed the search. Nothing.

'No trace at all? Burned vegetation? Broken trees? Tracks?'

Negative, and no response from the instruments.

- I'm convinced it's not here. - 'All right.

- 'We'll move on.' - In which direction?

We'll have to widen the search area. Branch out east and west

- 'from the original flight path.' - Right.

Come on, boy.

Hup!

Good boy, Bluey.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Pa?

_ Pa! - Yeah?

Where's Russ?

- Out practising. - But his horse is here.

Come on.

Russ?

Russ?

Russ?

Russ?

Pa. Over here.

You stay here.

Russ?

Russ?

Paul, SHADO Intelligence have just received a missing person report.

- 'I want you to look into it.' - What are the details?

Russell Stone. The international showjumper.

He lives close to the search area. A place called Stone Dean Farm.

- And the authorities? - Taken care of.

Now get over there right away.

Well, I think I understand the situation.

Is there anything else you can tell me?

- Er, no, I don't think so. - Miss Stone?

No, I'm sorry.

I'd like to take a look around the estate.

Of course. I appreciate your coming so quickly.

- I'll drive you. - Thanks.

There is something else.

In the wood I found a dog.

It was horribly mutilated.

Whatever did that...

I understand.

How big is the estate?

- About 200 acres. - Are there any roads?

No, but plenty of tracks. We can drive around, if you like.

About here is where we found his hat.

Right. Let's go.

Hold it.

What's over there?

Just a tumbledown shack. Some hippies were living there.

Let's take a look.

- They seem to have moved out. - They'll probably be back.

We ran into one of them yesterday. Russ chased him around.

Tried to scare him off.

His dog. Scruffy-looking thing.

Can your brother swim?

Like a fish.

Listen.

- There's nothing. - Like before.

- Before? - With Russ, earlier.

And his horse was frightened. It was sweating.

I want you to do something for me.

Go back to the house and wait for me.

Go on. Take the truck. I'll walk back.

OK, then.

What happened? What happened?

Over there... Culley.

'How long to get the Mobiles into position?'

- Should be about ten minutes. - 'Let's hope your theory's right.'

There's no other explanation.

The UFO's been here two days now. It would've started to disintegrate.

- Mobile One? -'We're in position, ready to fire.'

- Mobile Two? - 'In position and ready.'

Roger.

Set detonation for ten seconds.

Mobile One, fire.

Mobile Two... fire.

All mobiles stand by for rapid fire.

All Mobiles... fire.

Mobile Three get the skin team ready. There's something in the water.

- We'll move it out. - That could be dangerous.

Any movement could blow this place to pieces.

- You mean defuse it here? - I don't know, Paul.

I'm not saying that it is an explosive device

but we must treat it as one.

Lieutenant, sound a red alert.

Clear all non-essential personnel from the complex.

This is a red alert. This is an internal emergency.

All personnel on B Roster to evacuate area.

- Could be a long wait. - There's an old miners' saying...

the nearer you are to an explosion, the better your chances are.

It can't be much longer.

- What about the other wreckage? - Most of it disintegrated.

- And this didn't. - No.

It must be something pretty special.

Stra ker.

'The radiation tests will be through in two minutes, sir.'

We'll be right there.

Listen to this, Commander.

OK.

We're picking it up on the audio sensor from somewhere in the centre.

Well, what do you make of it?

It's regular. Mechanical.

We think we've pinpointed the mechanism here.

If we cut an exploratory hole here,

we can get an X-ray and see what makes it tick.

Once we start cutting, sir, anything can happen.

All right. Let's get on with it.

Right.

Temperature low.

Radiation negative.

- Any readings? - No, sir. Still no reaction.

- Any readings? - No, sir. Still no reaction.

It's through.

I'm going to remove the cut-out.

It's stopped.

All right. Let's get moving.

Now we'll find out what we're up against, sir.

There's no possible doubt?

No, sir. It is a human heart.

- Russell Stone. - It must be.

They slowed his metabolism and pulse by lowering body temperature.

All packed up, ready for shipment.

The doctors think they could get him out alive, but...

they'd like someone he knows to be around when he comes to.

- I'll take care of it. - Yes.

Come on. It's all right.

Miss Stone, this is Commander Straker.

It's Anne, isn't it?

Yes. But I'm so confused.

All this. Where am I?

Yes, well, if you try not to think about that for the moment.

- We've found your brother. - Russ!

- Is he all right? - We hope he will be.

Russ.

Russ.

Russ.

Russ.

Russ.

- The amnesia drug's ready. - All right.

It'll help you to forget.

Good boy, Bluey.

Come on, boy.

Hup.

Very good. He's coming on, he's coming on.

- Come on! - Oh, dear.

Come on, boy. Good boy.

- Hello. - Hello.

- This is Stone Dean Farm? - That's right.

- Nice place. - We like it.

I was interested in taking a few riding lessons.

That's what we're here for.

Oh, er... That is Russell Stone, the famous showjumper?

Yes. I'm his sister, Anne.

- And you are...? - Foster.

- Paul Foster. - Come up to the house, Mr Foster.

Come on.

Hup!

Come on! Come on!