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How long till lunar sunrise,
Lieutenant?

- Four minutes.
- Are the Interceptors ready?

Yes, sir, we've been on red alert
since 06:00 hours.

- If we do lose contact, 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.

- Do you think they'll try anything?
- You can lay odds on it.

- Give me the surface camera.
- Yes, Lieutenant.

Fifty seconds.
Interference ratio 20:7, increasing.

Interference level critical,
Commander.

It looks like
a communication blackout.

Sound and vision breaking up.

We'll try a test signal
every 60 seconds. Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Give me the surface.

Minus ten... nine...
eight... seven... six...

five... four... three...
two... one... zero.

Radar trace bearing 184.

- Range 20 miles.
- Camera three.

Launch the Interceptors.

Interceptors immediate launch.
Immediate launch.

Fifteen miles.

Nine miles.

It's altering course.

Convey my congratulations
to the Interceptor pilots.

- '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 to Moonbase?
- Yes.

To find out why a UFO gets so close
to Moonbase then destroys itself.

Nothing.

- Mobile Two to Control.
- 'Yes, Commander?'

We've searched the area and
can find no UFO wreckage.

'How are Conroy and Dale making out?'

They've found
a possible crash location,

but nothing positive.

- They're out on the surface now.
- Roger, Control. Out.

What are you hoping to find?
If it did disintegrate in flight,

the debris would have produced
craters over a wide area.

And the Moon has been pockmarked by
millions of meteorites. I know that.

But that UFO got within
four miles of Moonbase, Paul.

Perfect position to attack,
then it explodes. Why?

That's a good question. Let's hope
Mobile One finds the answer.

- Well, what do you think?
- I don't know. It's hard to be sure.

Straker's gonna 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 base.
- Right.

- Control to Two.
- 'Go ahead, Control.'

- Mobile 1 is about to dock.
- We're on our way back, too. Out.

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

What have you got there?

Just a piece of Moon rock.
I picked it up on the surface.

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

He thought he had a genuine
Koh-i-noor diamond.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

I'll never forget his face
when he found out it was worthless.

Yeah. It'll make a nice paperweight.

Let's see. Francoise? Denise?

Sylvia. Sylvia, baby.

I'll go and see
if they've figured out those...

recordings...

Hi, baby.

What's going on here?

Hey!

Hey, you go, eh?

Hey, come on, come on...

This is Control. Internal emergency.
Internal emergency.

- What's going on?
- What have you done with Dale?

Andy...

Andy...

Conroy.

Ah!

Ah-ha!

- How are you, Nina? Sit down.
- Could've been worse.

Nothing broken.

- Do you feel like talking about it?
- Sure.

Conroy came into the Control.
He just stood there staring.

He looked bewildered and frightened,
as if he didn't know where he was.

Well, what happened then?

I asked what's wrong,
something like that.

- Then?
- Well, he struck out.

The girls tried to grab him.
But 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.

- Still at it, sir.
- Yes,

and it makes no more sense now
than it did four hours ago.

Everyone who came into contact
with Conroy reports the same thing.

Look. "Berserk." "Out of his senses."
"Didn't seem to recognise me."

"Fired at me indiscriminately
for 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's been in tight situations,
never been anywhere near cracking up.

Until now.

We leave for Earth at 14:00.
Someone else will want answers.

- General Henderson.
- How long has he been waiting?

- Long enough to work up a lather.
- Just what I need at 8:30am.

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

- Can you think of a good one?
- Fire in the studio?

It takes at least an earthquake
to get the General off my back.

Nuclear attack?

That might do it,
if it was a big one.

- Good morning, Colonel.
- Good morning.

Where is he?

Hmm. Thank you.

Er... I need moral support.

- Morning, Beaver.
- Morning, Colonel.

- General Henderson!
- Straker, I ought to kick your...

You know Colonel Lake?
Yes, of course you do.

Now where's that report?

- I don't have it yet.
- The committee meets in three days.

I need your report
and all the figures.

- I've been busy.
- Look, it takes money to run SHADO,

a lot of money, and we're asking for
even more this time.

That's your bag, General.
You get the money, I run the store.

Straker, they're 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've got a monkey
on your back. Dedication.

Think about it.

You want me to reprogram the computer
for the finance figures?

- He is right, you know.
- Yes. He's s"right“ right.

Sometimes being
"wrong" right is harder.

No, let the computer run. I have
to know what happened to Conroy.

'Captain Saunders
report to Control.'

Hi, Beaver. Oh, Beaver, did those
spares for the G6 arrive yet?

- 'Fraid not.
- They were due yesterday.

Only one shipment arrived yesterday -
stationery.

Then get it moving, eh, Beaver?

It's a joke - “stationary"...

Beaver?

How's it going, Paul?

It looks like Dale and Conroy
did find the UFO crash site

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

What's wrong?

Do you hear me? What's wrong?

- Beaver!
- Stay where you are.

Listen to me.

Put down the gun.

Who did this?

Beaver James.
He's out of his mind.

He pressed the alarm.

Control?

- 'This is Control. Go ahead.'
- This is Captain James.

Captain James. Listen.
Listen carefully.

'Stay where you are.'

- 'Do you understand?'
- Why don't they answer?

- Can you hear me, Captain?
- What the hell are they doing?

Right. We're here.
He killed the guard here.

Commander, he just called Control.

- Where from?
- Corridor 12.

Let's go.

'Captain James, can you hear me?
Captain James?'

This is Straker.
He's heading for the Control Room.

Station guards
at the end of Corridors 14 and 6.

And seal all exits.

You two, take that corridor.

- Lieutenant.
- Yes, sir.

- Have we sealed off the complex?
- Yes. sir.

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

My God...

- He must have doubled back.
- He's still heading this way.

Tell everyone not to shoot
unless necessary. I want him alive.

Control to personnel.
Do not open fire. Do not open fire.

Control, he's right outside.

He's in the corridor
right outside Control.

Paul...

Captain James!

Give me the gun.
Captain, I gave you an order!

- He's cornered. Let's rush him.
- No. Let's sit it out.

All right, you aliens.
I've got one of you.

He's got Colonel Lake.

I'm coming into Control.
Don't try and stop me.

Hold it!

That's it. Nice and easy.

Get Straker.
Come on! Someone tell Straker!

Oh, my God!

- Beaver...
- It's no use, Paul.

I don't think he can hear us.

Virginia, when I give the word, dive.

All right, Paul. We have no choice.

He's already killed twice.

Now!

What a mess.

If only I'd thought... waited...

Maybe I...
I don't know.

- How were you to know?
- That doesn't make it 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 SHADO ever had.

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

and start seeing aliens?

- Same pattern as Conroy.
- Do we have an answer there?

The autopsy found nothing but they
had located the UFO crash area.

That's no help to us. Beaver hadn't
been near a UFO in almost two years.

But it's too much of a coincidence.
There must be a connection, a link.

I need some air.

Howard Byrne is waiting to see you.

Howard Byrne?

The star of that TV series
they're filming.

Oh, yes.
Well, he's picked a bad time.

I'm sorry but he insisted.

That's all right, Miss Ealand.

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

Well, I've been tied up recently,
Howard. Sit down.

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 trouble.

Fortunately, though, I have
a solution. 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 production is lifeless and trite.

I don't think it's working for you.
I know it's not working for me.

- OK. Let's talk about it.
- I didn't come to bargain.

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?
- Mmm.

- I wonder what's causing that.
- Could be eyestrain...

or reading a lot of bad scripts.

I mean the kind of headaches
to keep me off the floor. Understand?

- Yes, I understand blackmail.
- Blackmail?

I never mentioned blackmail.
I'm talking about migraine headaches.

Why don't you leave it with me?
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,
they could be caused by a swelling,

between the ears.

Shouldn't you be looking at
yourrushes?

Have a look at rushes tomorrow,
Mr Straker.

Control to Sky Four.
Continue on present course.

- What's happening, Paul?
- Sky One's closing.

We should know any second.

'Control,
I'm in search area.'

'UFO sighting - negative.

'Returning to base.
ETA 14:00 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 a directive
for you to sign.

Replacement Interceptor for Moonbase.
I wonder how much that'll cost.

Talking of money,
Henderson's on his way.

Yes, I'm sure he is.

Oh, what's this?

Notes for a story.

Apparently, Conroy wrote Westerns
to pass the time on Moonbase.

Cowboys?
Beaver James thought he saw aliens.

The way Conroy fought...

Do you think
maybe he thought he saw...?

- Straker.
- General Henderson. slr.'

- 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 sense,
but these things happen.

But now I get one on Captain James
which makes even less.

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

The committee will want answers.
You're sending me in with nothing.

What do you expect me to do? Give
'em a few bars of Lover Come Back?

We need more time.

- If we'd taken James alive...
- What do you mean?

- I killed him.
- You what?!

With this gun,
the one he had on Colonel Lake.

- It was empty.
- Don't give me that crud.

If you can't stand the heat,
get out of the kitchen.

- You're making this personal.
- Any way you want.

All right,
General Almighty Henderson.

Every person in SHADO
is my responsibility.

- My gums bleed for you!
- They're highly trained,

dedicated, often under
tremendous stress!

Stop it! You're making me cry.

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

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

We're all under stress. Father
Straker and his bleating flock!

Don't push me, Henderson.
Somebody ought to take you...

What, you?
You haven't got the guts.

Let's get back to realities. You're
just gutless sheep, the lot of you.

Cut! And print that.

That was, uh... very, very nice.

- How was it for you?
- OK, I guess. Felt all right.

It's just when Howard says, “You're
getting personal," and I say...

- Don't go away, Howard.
- "Any way you want."

I thought that could be
a bit stronger, you know?

OK, I tell you what,
we'll play you in here

and cheat in the eye line later.

Right, we'll pick it up from
the same place. When you're ready.

Rehearsal bell. Quiet please.

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

- All right, Sylvia?
- OK.

And action, Grant.

- You're making it personal...
- Nice scene. See you later.

Paul!

My gums bleed for you.

Don't give me that crud.

If you can't stand the heat,
get out of the kitchen.

They're highly trained,
dedicated,

often under tremendous stress.

We won't need you till after lunch,
Mr Byrne, if you want to leave.

- You really don't care!
- We're all under stress!

Father Straker and his bleating flock!

Don't push me.
Someone ought to...

You haven't got the guts.
Let's get back to realities.

You're just a bunch of gutless 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 headaches recently...'

'You know these headaches
might be 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?
They're showing your rushes.

We're ready to run,
Mr Byrne.'

'...bewildered and frightened.'

'Why does a man like 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 2.'

'Minister,
this is Colonel Straker.'

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

'The Prime Minister's at Chequers.
We'll be there in 30 minutes.'

We've been in communication
with Paris, Moscow and Bonn.

The British Government's
approval will be a formality.

The evidence
is absolutely conclusive.

- If I might...
- Surely. Colonel.

It may speed things up.

'My God!'

'Keep pace
with the escort.'

'Cut.'

Do you mind if I join you?

Paul.

Mike's the name, remember? I've only
been your co-star for two years!

- 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.

147, Take 4.

Action.

How'd you make out
with that model boat?

- I finished it. Do you want to see?
- Hmm'?

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

Wait for me, Dad.

Mary.

'Hello, Mary.'

Hello, Ed. You're late.

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, Ed.

My God, what's happening?

'Dad! Dad!'

'Dad! Dad!'

No, John... John!

- Dad!
- No. look out! John! John!

'Cut. Print. 149, Take 2.'

'And action.'

Mary.

'Mary.

'I never want to see you again.'

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?
- You take my memories,

my life, my soul, and stick it up
on that screen.

What's this, the star bit?
It's make-believe.

- We're all in the same business.
- Listen, Paul...

- Mike...
- Whatever. It doesn't matter.

You're part of this nightmare.
Everything I'm seeing,

I know it's only in my own mind.

- They're trying to make me crack.

Make me believe in the unreality.

Conroy, Beaver - they must have gone
through the same thing.

- Help me!
- What are you 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!

You're crazy.

'You're crazy...

'You're crazy... You're crazy...'

'I killed him.

'Don't push me, Henderson.

'My God, what's happening?'

'You're just a bunch
of gutless sheep, the lot of you.'

'You're crazy.'

'You're crazy.'

'You're crazy...
You're crazy... You're crazy...

'You're crazy... You're crazy...

'Crazy... Crazy...'

Red light's up, Mr Byrne.

So, we'll have a nice
strong reaction

where he throws the gun away, OK?

And, what about a bit of fingers
in the corners of the eyes, Paul,

when you say, "You make me cry."

- A bit melodramatic.
- OK, drop it.

Turn over. Mark it.

147, Take One.

- And Action.
- You're making it personal.

Any way you want.

All right, out it. Will you please
keep this stage quiet, Frank?

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

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

147, Take Two.

Hi, Howard. How's everything?

Any way you want.

Every person in SHADO
is my responsibility.

My gums bleed for you.

They're highly trained...
under tremendous stress.

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.

OK, get the production manager.

Get the production manager
on the set.

How well are we keeping up
with the schedule?

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

Howard.

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

- Howard, look, come and sit down.
- We need time.

- If we'd taken James alive...
- Howard, look...

- I killed him.
- Howard...

This gun,
the one he had on Colonel Lake...

It was empty.

Don't give me that crud.

If you can't stand the heat,
get out the kitchen.

You're making this personal?

- Any way you want.
- OK, General Almighty Henderson.

Every person in SHADO
is my responsibility.

- My gums bleed for you!
- They're highly trained,

dedicated, often under
tremendous stress!

Stop it! You're making me cry.

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

You really don't care.

We're all under stress. Father
Straker and his bleating flock!

Don't push me, Henderson.
Somebody ought to...

You haven't got the guts!

Let's get back to realities. You're
just gutless sheep, the lot of you!

Hold it.

Paul...

He suddenly 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
near that UFO wreckage.

It had some kind of, er...
hallucinatory power.

It bent the mind
of whoever touched it.

- Obviously alien.
- Yes.

Planted in some way by that UFO
which crashed near Moonbase.

A booby trap.

Yes.

Aimed at the mind.