All language subtitles for UFO S01E04 Conflict

Sighting:
radius vector 1096.

Alter course: 4,31 degrees.

Confirm bearings.

109,6.

Orbital altitude: 306,2 miles.

Vostok II, launched June 13, '65.

Fire limpet.

Limpet attached. Moving away.

Stand by.

Activate.

- Positive, sir.
- Resume course.

Confirmed sighting
at radius vector 1520.

- There she is.
- Position and data correct.

Log and resume course.

Apollo 8,

December 21,

1968.

What we say goes no further
than this room, OK?

So let's get down
to the infighting.

You have been a thorn in my side
for years, Straker.

Consistently excessive demands

for the diversion of resources
to your organisation.

- But a total clearance programme?
- Right.

While I'm running this commission

I'll fight you on this issue
every inch of the way.

You've been practising.

What are you working on,
anyway, Alec?

One of Straker's projects.

It's a beautification campaign.

I won't deny you could use it.

No, space junk.

Straker wants it all cleared.

The Astrophysical Commission
takes care of any space junk,

anything with hazard potential.

Straker thinks it could be used
by the aliens to crack our defences.

He may be onto something.

If your report shows it's possible,
the junk gets cleared.

- What's the problem?
- James L Henderson is the problem.

Cost! Time! Personnel! Resources!

You want reasons why not?

I can give you a hundred.

Listen, Henderson, every item of
space junk could be cleared in weeks

if the commission
gave its full support.

As for cost, it would be high,

but safety factors alone
would justify it.

- Safety factors?
- Yes.

My organisation uses space
more than any other.

My pilots take more risks
in a month than...

My men do in a year?

No, we'd need facts, Straker.
Details, statistics.

- You just don't have them.
- Don't I?

- Of course not.
- I have my report.

Your report.

You promised you would not decide
until my report was fully considered.

And so it won't.

However, I confess I don't think
it will have much influence.

Then that must be because
you've swung them against it.

We've completed the annual clearance
of all dangerous space junk.

The cost was more than
double last year's.

And worth every penny.

Do you realise what a full
clearance programme would cost?

I'm not gonna swap dollar signs
with you. Lives are at stake.

I want that junk cleared.

Every last piece.

- 'So where is he? '
- On his way, sir.

Commander Straker.

Freeman.

'Alec, I want that
space clearance report.'

There's data still missing.

'I don't care what's missing.

'Looks like Henderson's commission
have already decided against it.

'We have to convince them.'

Give me 24 hours.
It can't make any difference to you.

'I want that report, Alec.
I don't care what shape it's in.'

'SHADO lunar module 32,
clear for takeoff. Stand by.'

Roger, Moonbase.
Confirm TET.

Affirmative.
Trans-Earth trajectory green.

Lift off, 32.

Check delta coordinates.

Coordinates correct, sir.

Earth orbit insertion, 2 hours,
13 minutes, 8 seconds.

Right.

Contact SHADO HQ and Moonbase.

Tell them we're going for EOI in
43 minutes, 29 seconds.

Right, sir.

32 reports Earth orbit insertion
at 13-08-21, sir.

Contact SID.
Tracking procedure green.

- Has SHADO HQ been alerted?
- Yes, sir.

- So everything's fine?
- Straker won't think so.

He's expecting you.

Re-entry angle: 6,58 degrees.

EOI: 4 min, 12 sec.

Sighting, sir. At 7035.

That's in behind us.
Confirm sighting.

Affirmative, sir,

and it's closing fast!

Contact Moonbase.

32 reports
unidentified sighting, sir.

Signal red alert.

What's happening? Angle increasing!

His angle of re-entry's too steep.

Tell him to correct
angle of re-entry!

Loss of signal, sir!

Still increasing!
Something's pulling us off course!

We've got to correct!

Pitch actuator: 1,3. Burn!

Earth orbit insertion now.

No response! We're in trouble!

Henderson, all I need
is another 48 hours.

- Another 48 hours?
- Yes!

I can have a summary of the report
on your desk by then.

Yo know I can't hold up
the commission any longer.

Why don't you let me tell them that
you decided to withdraw your proposal?

It'd get you off the hook.

I intend to hold you
to your word.

Consider my report before deciding
about the clearance programme.

All right, Strake,
I think I'm reading you.

You want an alibi for that pilot
of yours who killed himself.

You want to blame it
on uncleared junk.

- I want your word, Henderson.
- On one condition.

Are you considering your spacecraft
was in a collision with space junk?

It's a possibility.

A possibility, yes.

So suspend all lunar flights until
we've investigated the incident.

- You realise what you're doing?
- Yes, I do.

I'm proving to the commission
that your organisation at present

is an expensive
and unworkable luxury.

Ahh, Ms Ealand. Hard at it?

I'm always hard at it.
Sometimes you notice.

- How did it go, sir?
- Go?

You know the code word
"Washington Square", Miss Ealand?

Not without looking it up.
It's not a regular one.

- It's one I thought we'd never use.
- What does it mean, sir?

It means "shutdown".
Cancel lunar flights.

Virtual isolation of Moonbase.

'SHADO control to all units:
Washington Square.

'I say again, Washington Square.

'Immediate compliance,
Washington Square.'

Colonel Foster,
sorry to disturb you, sir.

'Code message from SHADO:
"Washington Square".

'I'll check it right away.'

There's no need. It means shutdown.

What?

More specifically, a complete ban
on all orbital flights.

- 'Colonel Freeman for you.'
- Put him on.

- 'Why the ban on moon flights?'
- Henderson.

- 'Why? What about the report? '
- Forget it.

The commission believe we're blaming
space junk for the crash.

- 'When you think it was... '
- Maddox. Pilot error.

Take a rest,
enjoy the scenery, Alec.

What's Straker trying to do?

I don't know.

He doesn't usually take things
lying down.

You couldn't call it typical.

Then there's Maddox. What do we do
about him? Forget all about it?

What else can we do?
Any pilot can make a mistake.

- And you're only allowed one.
- Not Steve Maddox.

- Anyone can make a mistake.
- Not Maddox! He was too experienced!

All right, all right,
what caused the re-entry error?

He reported an unidentified sighting
just before loss of signal.

But we didn't pick up anything.

It must have been something.
Space debris.

Maybe.

Maybe.

And we just sit back
and do nothing?

No. We make sure
it doesn't happen again.

Get me 32's electronic log.

- Captain Maddox's flight?
- Yes.

What's going on here?

- Who the devil's in that module?
- Colonel Foster.

Why didn't you tell me?

Any of you!

Col. Foster's orders. We weren't
to tell you until takeoff was imminent.

And irreversible.

Paul, cut your motors.

I said cut your motors.

- 'Paul, this won't help.'
- What won't?

Taking out a module. If you're
doing it why I think you are.

- I'm gonna fly Maddox's course.
- Under the same conditions.

- 'Yes.'
- You're crazy! What will it prove?

For one thing, Maddox wasn't
responsible for the loss of his ship.

'Well, if you do make it
it won't mean much.'

Depends on how I get through.

'And if you don't?'

Then I don't.

Roger.

Three. Roger.

What is it?

29 calling Moonbase.

- 'Everything under control?'
- So far.

EOI in 2 hours,
38 minutes, 22 seconds.

Roger.
Have you contacted Straker?

No. But I have a feeling
he'll be contacting me soon.

Sighting at
galactic latitude 43,17.

Longitude 14,53.

- That's Moonbase operations area.
- Right. Call Commander Straker.

'You'll turn back right now.'

EOI in 1 hour precisely.

- I've gone too far for that.
- You're right, Foster. Much too far.

- Module 29 to Moonbase.
- Go ahead, 29.

'Re-entry in 6 minutes,
9 seconds.'

Roger.

- Moonbase.
- 'Receiving, 29.'

'EOI in 4 min, 3 sec.'

Re-entry angle:
5,73 degrees. Confirm.

'29, confirm re-entry angle.'

Stay on 29!

29's re-entry angle, it's...

Paul, adjust re-entry angle.
Cut back to 5.

'Cut back to 5,
you're far too shallow.

He'll bounce off the earth's
atmosphere out into space.

Colonel Foster?

Foster here, I'm happy to say.

'Congratulations.'

Don't let my delight blind you to the
fact that we have matters to discuss.

Ooh, you've gone too far
this time, Straker.

- I don't see it that way.
- You authorised a lunar flight!

I authorised nothing.

Look, Straker,
I don't want to argue.

You are responsible
whatever the circumstances.

I agree.
But Colonel Foster has proved

there is alien interference
with our interorbital flights.

- Has he?
- Yes.

And I was almost killed doing it.

- So you say.
- Yes, I say!

My apologies.

Thank you.

It's time we laid our cards
on the table, Henderson.

All right. I'll tell you what I think
of Colonel Foster's so-called proof.

You knew we would turn down your
space junk clearance programme,

so you instructed Foster to fly.

- Why should I do that?
- You were desperate for evidence.

Go on.

You rigged this information.
But you won't get away with it.

The commission convenes
the day after tomorrow.

By the time I get through,
you'll be out of a job.

Is that all?

I'll see you
at the comission meeting.

Indeed you will, Commander.

Can he really do it?

- Do what?
- Ease you out.

He can try.

What about our evidence?

Evidence.

What's it gonna look like

if Henderson says we manufactured it
to get a space clearance programme?

But we're right!

Sometimes, Colonel,
that's not quite enough.

The tracking data's
been processed, sir.

- Anything?
- Not that we can see.

We should've picked up something.

There's nothing on the log
except a record of manoeuvres.

Send it to SHADO headquarters.

So what do we do now?

- Any suggestions?
- We can't just sit around.

I've solved many problems by
"sitting around", Colonel. Try it.

Comm., the report on Colonel Foster's
flight has come in from Moonbase.

- And?
- Nothing unusual, sir.

All right.

- So that leaves the MV3 detector.
- Yes, they're processing the data now.

We haven't had much luck so far,
maybe we're due for a break.

- The MV3 data, sir.
- Ah, thank you.

Looks like an SPS rocket
of some sort.

Like the limpet rockets used
in debris destruction.

Yes.

It doesn't make sense. Why would
the aliens put this device into orbit?

Could be programmed
to attack moon flights?

A blockade on Moonbase? Maybe.

Why hasn't our radar
picked it up?

Space debris.

It's based in one of those
burnt-out rockets over there.

Assuming you're right,
which one could it be?

Maddox and I
flew practically identical paths

it would have to be

one of these two here
or Apollo 8 here or B-47.

Four possibilities.

I think we're onto something.

That should be OK.

- Freeman.
- 'Alec, I have an assignment for you.

'Launch the Interceptors. Mission:
to destroy four pieces of space junk.

'Control will relay the coordinates
directly to the astronauts.'

Space junk in earth orbit?

'Right. And I mean
use all three interceptors.'

- All three?
- 'I know,

'it'll leave Moonbase undefended.
Nevertheless, do it, Alec, at once.'

You know what's gonna happen
when Henderson finds out this?

Ah, yes. Henderson.

Go over and tell him, Colonel.

What?

He'll go berserk.

Yes.

Take a nice, slow drive.
Give me about half an hour.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Control to Interceptor Leader,
steer course to earth orbit.

'You will receive details
from Earth Control. Out.'

Ms Ealand, when James Henderson
calls tell him I'm unavailable.

And when he arrives, sir?

Show him right in. Red carpet.
He's a very important man.

Expect him at 3 o'clock.

I wanna see Straker.
Immediately.

And before you have some excuse, I'm
telling you I won't take no for an answer.

Of course you may see him,
Mr Henderson, he's expecting you.

Go straight in.

Thank you.

- Straker!
- Ah, Henderson. You're late.

Won't keep you a moment.
Studio business.

I think it's a great script,
Mr Steiner.

There we are.

- Cleared for shooting.
- Thanks.

- I like the way you operate.
- Thank you.

Some executives crawl all over you.

Well, I can assure you, Mr Stanley,
you'll see very little of me.

And I'll give you a film the studio
will be proud of. Thanks again.

Nice guy. Goodbye!

Bye.

All right, Straker!
You know I never touch them.

Voice identification.

- James Henderson.
- 'Identification positive.

- 'Henderson, James L.'
- Thank you.

I tried to call you, Commander.
I was told you were not available.

- Were these your instructions?
- Yes.

I see. A very high-handed attitude.
However, one more question.

Is it true you ordered all three
Moonbase Interceptors

to destroy certain items
of space junk?

Correct.

Do you realise what you've done?

- You tell me.
- Defied the commission

and left Moonbase defenceless.

It was my decision.
I realise the implications.

You had better start packing, Straker!
When the commission know
you're through!

Aren't you interested in my reasons?

Let's be kind. Let put it down a mental
elaboration to the strain of command.

Get those Interceptors
back on Moonbase, Commander,

while you can still give orders.

- Sorry, Henderson.
- Don't push your luck, Straker!

- If Moonbase reports...
- A UFO sighting?

Stick around!
I'm expecting it.

Possible contact: 248-016 red.

Contact confirmed.
UFO 248-136 red.

Red alert!
Get me SHADO HQ.

'UFO maintaining course:
248-204 green.'

Get the termination.

Request trajectory termination.

'Predicted termination:
1FO26, southern England.'

Close enough.
Its target is this studio.

Keep visual contact
on countdown.

Yes, sir.

- And order complete shutdown.
- Shutdown?!

Everything! VHF, radar, computers,
complete radio silence.

- Straker!
- As you said, I give the orders.

Complete shutdown. Do it.

Termination:
8 minutes, 4 seconds.

Com. Straker, I'd like
to talk to you in your office.

You too, Colonel.

Straker, I'm relieving you
of your command.

Colonel Foster will take over.

You can't, Henderson. You require
the backing of the commission.

- You think I won't get it?
- I think you can. But it takes time.

And this base is due to be attacked.
Colonel Foster, assume command!

Colonel.

I take my orders
from Commander Straker.

Now, for the first time in your life,
Henderson, you're going to listen!

The aliens put a satellite into earth
orbit using space junk to cover.

Why? A blockade on Moonbase?

A logical reason, but obvious.
Too obvious.

In time, we would have located
and destroyed it.

So the satellite is a decoy,
a red herring for something bigger.

An attack on this headquarters.

They hoped the satellite would draw
the Interceptors from Moonbase.

And you fell
right into the trap.

I acted as if
the plan had worked, yes!

It would take a UFO of great power
to destroy this underground base.

I didn't want that hanging
over our heads.

All these guesses
does not explain the shutdown.

Why make it easy for them? The UFO
is programmed onto our signals.

I don't buy it, Straker.
I just hope you've guessed wrong.

Because if you're right
we're about to be killed.

There's still time
for you to leave.

All right, we all just
sit here and wait.

- For what?
- A voice.

Moonbase to SHADO Control.
Come in Control.

It's no use, sir,
it's complete radio shutdown.

What the hell
is Straker playing at?

4 minutes to termination.

Straker, contact the Interceptors,
there may be time.

No good, they can't operate
in the earth atmosphere

and the UFO's in the stratosphere.

Termination:
1 minute 20 seconds.

We're sitting ducks.

Maybe.

- Yes?
- 'Sky 1 has overflown the studio.'

Thank you, Ms Ealand.

- Switch everything on.
- Yes, sir.

- And get me Captain Carlin.
- Sir.

- 'Nice timing, Captain.'
- Roger, Control.

Sky 1 to Moonbase, request UFO fix
and attack coordinates.

Will relay direct
to outward computer.

- Straker, the sly old...
- Fox?

45 seconds.

40 seconds.

35 seconds.

30 seconds.

Have visual contact.
Going in for attack.

Sky 1 to SHADO Control,
UFO destroyed.

Colonel Foster, would you
get this operation computerised

and we'll prepare it
for the commission in my office.

Straker, I guess I owe you
an apology. You were right.

I'll recommend to Commission
a complete clearance of space junk.

Thank you.

Of course, it'll take time.
The money has to be raised.

Call it the Maddox fund.

- Maddox?
- The pilot who was killed.

Ah, yes, Maddox.

Well...

If only you hadn't been
so positive you were right.

Like you?

Henderson.

I'll walk you to your car.