All language subtitles for 046 s06e03p07 The Invasion.eng

Oh, are you all right, Doctor?

Oh, what... Oh. Oh, my!

Doctor! The invasion, it's begun.

Yes, Jamie, I rather gathered that.

-Is everyone else all right?
Yes.

Yes, we're fine.

Oh, what about the Brigadier
and the rest of the men?

I'll check.

Are you all right to stand up now, eh?

Captain Turner calling UNIT Control.
Captain Turner calling UNIT Control.

Are you receiving me? Over.

Are you receiving me? Over.

UNIT Control receiving you. Over.

Sergeant, is the Brigadier there?

Hold on a moment, sir.

Here,Jimmy. Are you all right?
-Yes, sir.

Well, chaos here.
Only half the crew recovered so far.

Er, Brigadier,
what about the rest of the UNIT men?

Well, hard to say. Reports still coming in.

Look, I'll send transport for you.
You'll be safer here with us.

-Oh, thank you.
-Jimmy?

-Jamie...
-Yes, sir, I heard.

Right. Now stay put.

As far as I can gather,
the streets are packed with Cybermen.

Sergeant Walters will try
to get through with a Jeep.

Right, sir. Over and out.

Well, sounds like total success
for Vaughn and the Cybermen.

Yes. We appear to be sitting
right in the middle of the hornet's nest.

All areas are now covered
by our transmission.

A full invasion force is preparing for flight.

Transmit the radio beam
for the transporter ships to home on.

It will be prepared.

Control and supervision of Cybermen

in all key positions will be arranged.

Prepare your communication network.

Wait.

My organisation will now take over.

The Cyberman army must stay under my control.

Why do you oppose us?

I don't oppose you. We're allies!

But you do not understand the world
and its organisation.

I do.

This is not necessary.

Humans are now under Cyber-control.

I must control them!

Look, let's understand one another.

You will not get what you want
unless I, too, achieve my object.

Is this agreed?

-It has been agreed.
-Good.

Then the invasion will continue
under my direction.

Discussion terminated.

Packer.

Yes, sir.

-Have you discovered where the Professor is?
-Yes, Mr Vaughn.

Go and collect him.

But, sir, the UNITpeople...

You won't meet with any resistance.

They're all under Cyber-control.

Right, Mr Vaughn.

I want work started on the production
of the machines immediately.

Go and recapture Watkins.

Don't let anything or anyone stop you.

-Oh, thanks!
-Thank goodness you made it.

-Any trouble?
-Hundreds of Cybermen about, sir.

The sooner we get out of here, the better.
Everybody ready?

Yes!
Yes, we're ready, we're coming.

Listen!

We'd better get out of here,
out of the back way as quickly as possible.

-Right!
-Come on, move, everybody. Quickly!

Out of the back door. Hurry it up.

Come on, Jamie. Professor, all right? Good.

My leg!

-Come on, Jamie. Get the radio out of here.
-Right.

-Leave the Professor to me.
-Okay. Have you got him?

-Yup. Right, I've got him.
Right.

-Yes, Jimmy, where are you?
In bother, sir. We need help.

-Can you give us a chopper?
-Yes.

-Can you make sector five?
-We can try, sir.

Right, I'll get the chopper there. Out.

UNIT Control, calling sector five chopper. Over.

Receiving you. Over.
-This is the Brigadier. Are you airborne?

-Yes, sir.
-Right.

Proceed to sector five and pick up
Captain Turner and party, and bring them here.

Wilco. Out.

How could they escape the Cyber-control?

It's that Doctor, something to do with him.

You should've got rid of him
when you had the chance.

Shut up, Packer!

I must go on with the invasion.

But what about the Professor?

Without him, we can't make any more machines.
Without machines, we can't control the Cybermen.

Let me worry about that.

For the moment,
I have the Cybermen exactly where I want them.

Yeah, but for how long?

Now, can you honestly say
that everything's going according to plan?

That nothing's been overlooked? Well, can you?

Just obey my orders!

Now, get in touch with the compound
and have the radio beam projected.

The invasion fleet must be brought in.

New York's off the air, sir.
Moscow dead and Peking.

In fact, nothing. No radio communication at all.

-Right, Sergeant, keep trying all frequencies.
-Yes, sir.

It seems to be a total blanket all over the world.

Look, couldn't we make hundreds of
these neuristor things, sir, and distribute them?

I doubt there's time for that, Jimmy.

-What do you think, Doctor?
-I agree.

The Cybermen will attack in force now.

There must be thousands of them in outer space.

Is there nothing we can do?

Not unless we can stop the Cyber-control signals.

Yes, but if your theory's right,
they'll be coming from somewhere near the Moon.

That means we're going to need
a missile of some sort.

-Yes, I'm afraid it does.
-That would need an orbital launch vehicle.

I mean, we simply haven't got
anything of that size.

No, only the Americans and the Russians...

Wait a minute.

I seem to remember reading...

Ah, yes, yes, here we are.

The Russians were planning a countdown
at the time we were attacked.

-For the Moon, sir?
-Yes, a manned orbital survey.

That means they'll have a launching vehicle
almost ready to go.

You mean we could put a warhead on it,
in place of the astronaut capsule?

-It's a possibility.
-How long would all this take?

Well, we could get a small party there
in about two hours.

Of course, we'll have to revive
the rocket personnel from Cyber-control.

After that...

-Well, that'd be up to the Russians.
-It means it's all a question of time.

-How long do you think we have, Doctor?
-Oh, I'm surprised they're not here already.

Jimmy, here's the gen
on the Russian rocket base. You deal with that.

-All right, sir. Yes, sir.
-And get your skates on.

Now, Doctor, we must deal with
this invasion you say is coming.

Yes, at least we know where they'll land.
They'll home in on Vaughn's radio signal.

Would we be able to pick them off
with anti-missile missiles?

Yes, that's a good idea. We might have a try.

Right. There's a base near Henlow Downs.
Er, just a minute.

-Sergeant Walters?
-Oh, Zoe, sit down, dear. It's a bit bumpy.

-Now, how's Jamie's leg?
-Oh, it's just a slight flesh wound.

But he's furious, because the Army doctor
won't let him walk on it.

Well, he would be, wouldn't he?
How's the Professor?

Oh, he'll be all right. Isobel's with him.

-Anything I can do, Doctor?
-Well, I...

I suggest that you... you go with the Brigadier.

As much as I detest computers, I...

I think that remarkable brain of yours
will come in very handy.

Right. What are you going to do?

I think it's about time I had a serious talk
with our Mr Vaughn.

What, go back?
But he'd kill you as soon as look at you.

No, we need time
if we're going to stop this attack,

and I think I can get us that time.

No, this is madness.
I can't afford to let you take that risk.

You can't afford not to, Brigadier.

If you're going to attack
the Cybermen with missiles,

they're going to retaliate,
and we want to know how and with what.

But how can you find that out?

I'll leave my radio on and then you'll hear
every word that passes between me and Vaughn.

But you'll never get near the place.
The whole area will be crawling with Cybermen.

Oh, there's one place
where there'll be no Cybermen.

-Where's that?
-In the sewers.

We're coming in to land, sir.

Bye-bye.

-All set, Jimmy?
-Yes, sir, I've got a hypersonic jet laid on.

-We'll be in Russia in no time.
-Splendid.

-Good luck!
-Thank you.

All sections prepare for takeoff.

Secure loading bay
and stand by in flight positions.

All UNIT ground section leaders
stand by on full-alert readiness.

Sergeant Walters, ask Wing Commander Robbins
to bring us down at the nearest airstrip

-to Henlow Downs Defence Base.
-Yes, sir.

Oh, and, Sergeant, make sure that a chopper stays
in red sector 1 area.

The Doctor might need it in a hurry.

UNIT Control. This is the Doctor.

-Is Brigadier there, please?
Hold on a moment, sir, I'll get him.

Yes, Doctor, go ahead.

Er, Brigadier, I've just entered the sewers.

I'm going to make my way
to Vaughn's headquarters.

I'll give you a call when I get there.

Right. We'll have a chopper in the area
in case you get in trouble.

Thank you.

But your helicopter isn't going to be
much use to the Doctor

if he does meet any Cybermen
down in those sewers.

If you've got any better suggestions,
I'd be pleased to hear them.

-Excuse me, sir.
-Yes.

Captain Turner's airborne ETA over Russia,
two hours seven minutes from takeoff.

Good. Keep the Doctor's channel open
and let me know the moment he contacts you.

Yes, sir.

Well, don't look so worried. Fancy a cup of tea?

With particularly heavy concentrations,
here, here, here, and here.

And all the main communication centres
are now manned by our forces?

Yes, but, um...

What? But what, Packer?

Well, we can't make a complete takeover
without a full invasion force.

They'll arrive, Packer, they'll arrive.

And when they do,

there won't be one city in the entire world
that we don't control.

Think of it, Packer, the entire world!

It's the security alarm,
the UNIT forces must have...

Packer.

There you are. Uh, can you hear me, Mr Vaughn?

Yes.

I hope I haven't called
at an inconvenient moment, but I...

I would rather like a word with you.

Clever of you to avoid our Cyber-control beam.

Oh, it was nothing.

I'll... I'll come up, I know the way.

He must be out of his mind!

Far from it, Packer.

Have the guards search the building,
just in case he's brought any friends with him.

Why not just kill him?
He's caused enough trouble already.

You forget, Packer.

He's our insurance.

Approaching Henlow airstrip now, sir.
Two minutes to touchdown.

Fine. Tell the raiding party to stand by.

-Yes, sir.
Ah, Brigadier. Brigadier.

-Yes, Doctor, go ahead.
-I am just about to enter the lion's den.

I will leave the radio on as of now.

-Right. Good luck.
-Thank you.

Keep that channel open
and get the whole thing on tape.

-Yes, sir.
-If he yells for help while I'm away,

-send in everything we've got to get him out.
-Right.

Ah, Doctor,
what an unexpected pleasure.

Do come in.

And you trust them?

Doctor, I've worked with the Cybermen
for five years, preparing this invasion.

I know them, the way they think,
the single-mindedness of their purpose.

Then you must know what ruthless
and inhuman killers they are.

Of course.

But then, they are my allies, not my enemies.

Do you really think they'll honour
any bargain that you make with them?

Oh, I've planned this whole operation
in great detail, allowing for every possible factor.

It was I who contacted them in deep space,

provided the means by which
they travelled to Earth.

And masterminded the whole operation
from A to Z.

They have merely provided their advanced
scientific skills, their might and strength.

And what do they get out of all this?

What they want and what they're going to get
are two entirely different things.

Oh, you're a fool, Vaughn.

When they get here, they'll take over.

All Cybermen here are conditioned
to obey my orders.

They are directly under my command.

Oh, possibly.
But what about the others, out there in space?

Are they conditioned to obey your commands?

If they're not, I'll destroy them.

-With the Professor's machine?
-Yes.

With one machine?

I'll have more made.

But you'll have to have
the Professor's help to do that, won't you?

We've got the Professor.

They'll be under my command,
exactly like the others.

But you can't be sure of that, can you?

Get all these men fitted with neuristors
and put the radio over there.

UNIT Control. UNIT Control.
How do you read me? Over.

Loud and clear, sir, over.

Any trouble?

No, sir, Captain Turner reports
they're over the Russian border now, sir. Over.

-How about the Doctor?
-Sergeant, how about the Doctor?

-So far, so good, sir. Over.
-Right. Out.

Take it easy, Major.

What happened?

Were we... Were we attacked?

Now just try and clear your head.
There's a great deal to be done.

But you daren't take the risk!

Once the Cybermen take over,
they'll destroy the Earth as we know it!

You're just playing for time, aren't you?

I'm trying to stop you
from destroying the human race!

Your UNIT friends...

You presumably managed to protect them
from the Cyber-control as well?

What are they planning?

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

Packer?

Yes, sir.

-Is the radio beam in the compound aligned yet?
-Yes, sir, it's all ready.

Good. Then link the beam to the invasion fleet.

Right, Mr Vaughn.

Now whatever it is
your UNIT friends are trying to do...

it's too late.

But this is fantastic. Unbelievable.

Nevertheless true.

We believe they'll be sending
their full invasion fleet at any time.

If they get here, we've had it.

I see, sir.

-Sergeant Peters?
-Sir.

Anything on the scope?

Not a glimmer, sir.

Well, sir?

I suppose we could be too late.

What's the maximum range of your radar?

Accurate up to 50,000 miles, miss.
Dodgy after that.

Well, that means we're not likely to pick them up
until they're almost on top of us.

Yes, that's true.

Well, let's be prepared
in case they do appear on the screens.

Sergeant Peters, prepare all launch pads, begin
fuel-priming and start preliminary countdown.

Sir.

The transporters will be launched.

It's all arranged.

The invasion fleet will arrive in two parts.

You must stop them!
This is madness! You can't trust them!

Don't you understand yet? I have no alternative.

I can't see all these years of work destroyed.
I must go on, I must!

That's what we hear, sir.
The rest of them are on their way. Over.

Something coming in now, sir.

Anything from Captain Turner?
Have they landed in Russia yet?

They've landed, sir,
but we've heard nothing more. Over.

I see. Out.

Sir, it's just on range limits now, sir.
Faint yet, but moving in fast.

-Is this it?
-It looks like it, sir.

More now, sir, look.
They're on a ballistic trajectory.

How long before they'll be
in range of your missiles?

At this rate,
a couple of minutes at the most, miss.

-Sergeant Peters?
-Sir!

Where are we on countdown?

-T minus 45 seconds, sir.
-Hold.

Launch crew, hear this.
45 seconds to liftoff. Prepare fuse locks.

Fuse locks in preparation.
Arming code running.

-Run coordinates programme A-theta.
-Sir!

-There are more of them!
-Sir.

-Sky range probes active. Yes, what is it?
-More of them, sir!

Arming code run.

All warheads ready for liftoff activation.

Well, we can't get them all.
Let's take as many as we can.

-Lift off the activation check.
-Coordinate programme running, sir.

-Link programme to telemeter guidance.
Roger.

Major, I think we stand a good chance of getting
at least 90 percent of them.

-How? We haven't got enough missiles.
-Oh, please, Major.

Just knocking out half a dozen of them will do
very little good at all.

Let's try for them all.

Look, miss, I know my business and
I'm telling you we haven't got enough missiles.

Yes, you have.

These things are coming in in a formation pattern.

Now if you set your missiles carefully,
you can set up a chain reaction of explosions.

No, there isn't time to compute
all the relevant information.

-They'd be on top of us by then.
-Give me 30 seconds.

Give her what she asks, Major. 30 seconds.

-But, sir, this is ridiculous!
-Just 30 seconds.

-Hold for 30 seconds!
-Sir, that doesn't give us much time.

All right, Sergeant, I know.
Countdown to begin at T minus 45 seconds.

Here. Feed this into your computer.

Do as she says. Now. I'll take over.

Sir.

-You'd better be right.
-I am.

T minus 45 seconds from... now.

Information computed, sir. Thank you, miss.

-Align to telemeter guidance.
-Sir.

T minus 32 seconds.

Launch crew clear, sir.
-Automatic.

Yes, all guidance now to computer control check.

T minus 28 seconds.

T minus 22 seconds.

1 8 seconds.

No hold-ups, please.

T minus 1 4 seconds... 1 3, 1 2.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one, zero.

The first transporter fleet
is being attacked and destroyed.

-You have betrayed us.
-No!

The failure of this mission is due to you.

We will now take over the invasion.

No! Wait! Give me time!

I can stop this opposition!

There is no more time.

I won't allow this invasion to...

We no longer need you.

The Cyber-Megatron bomb will be delivered.

We must destroy life on Earth completely.

Every living being.

Is this what you wanted?

To be the ruler of a dead world?