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Sighting - radius,
vector one-zero-nine-six.

Alter course,
four-decimal-three-one degrees.

Confirm bearings.

(Flicks switches)

One-zero-nine-decimal-six.

Orbital altitude
three-zero-six-decimal-two 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
one-five-two-zero.

- 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.

Now you're saying a total
clearance programme?

Right.

And I'm saying while
I'm running this commission

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

(Freeman)
Ah, 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.

- So what's the problem?
- James I 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, I admit 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 with
that junk 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 the commission would
not take a final decision

on the clearance programme until my
report had been fully considered.

And so it won't.

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

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

Look, Straker. 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?

Look. 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.'

I've only just got here.
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 otherwise.'

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

but it could make a heck of a
difference to the report.

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

'Just get it back here.'

(Woman) 'SHADO lunar module 32
cleared for takeoff at 14:21:34. Stand by.'

Roger, Moonbase. Confirm TET.

Affirmative.
Trans-Earth trajectory green.

Lift off, 32.

Check delta coordinates.

Coordinates correct, sir.

Earth orbit insertion, two hours,
13 minutes, eight 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
six-decimal fifty-eight degrees.

EOI, four minutes, 12 seconds.

(Alarm buzzing)

Sighting, sir.
At seven-zero-three-five.

That's in behind us.
Confirm sighting.

Affirmative, sir,

and it's closing fast!

Contact Moonbase.

32 reports unidentified
sighting, sir.

Signal red alert.
(Alarm buzzing)

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,
one-decimal-three. Burn!

Earth orbit insertion now.

No response! We're in trouble!

Look, Henderson,
all I need is another 48 hours.

- Another 48 hours?
- Yes!

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

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

Let me tell them that you decided
to withdraw your proposal.

That'd get you off the hook.

I'll hold you to your word

to consider my report
before deciding about the clearance.

All right, I think I'm reading you.

You want an alibi for that pilot of yours
who killed himself, and his crewman.

You want to blame it
on uncleared junk.

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

You consider your spacecraft
was in a collision with space junk.

- It's a possibility.
- Hmm.

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 in its present form

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"?

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.

(Beeping)

(Man) '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'II check it right away.'

There's no need.
It means shutdown.

What?

More specifically, a complete ban
on all orbital flights.

(Buzzer)

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

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

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

The commission will believe it's an
attempt to blame 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 a thing
like this 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.
- Maddox 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!

Colonel Foster's Orders. We weren't to
tell you until takeoff was imminent.

And irreversible.

Paul, cut your motors.
(Computer clicking)

I said out your motors.

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

Taking out a module...

if you're doing it for the reasons
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.

(Beep)

(Woman) What is it?

Two-nine calling Moonbase.

- Everything under control?'
- So far.

EOI in two 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-decimal-one-seven.

Longitude 14-decimal-five-three.

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

(Straker) 'You'll turn back
right now.'

EOI in one hour precisely.

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

- Two-nine to Moonbase.
- Go ahead, two-nine.

- 'Re-entry in six minutes
nine seconds.'

Roger.

- Moonbase.
- Receiving, two-nine.'

'EOI in four minutes, three seconds.'

Re-entry angle five-decimal-
seven-three degrees. Confirm.

'Two-nine, confirm re-entry angle.'

Stay on two-nine!

Two-nine's re-entry angle, it's...

Paul, adjust re-entry angle,
cut back to five.

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

If he doesn't adjust 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.

(Chuckling)

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

that there is alien interference
with our inter-orbital 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.

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?
- Because you need evidence.

Goon

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

The commission convenes
in two days.

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

Is that all?

I'll see you at the meeting.

Indeed you will, Commander.

Can he really do it?

- Do what?
- Ease you out.

He can try.

What about our evidence? They've
gotta take notice of that.

Evidence.

What's it gonna look like when
Henderson claims we manufactured it

just to get a space-clearance
programme?

But we're right!

Sometimes, Colonel, that's
not quite enough.

(Door opens)

The tracking data's been
processed, sir.

- Anything?
- Not that we can see.

We should've picked up something.

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

All right, send it to
SHADO headquarters.

So what do we do now?

- Any suggestions?
- No. But we can't just sit around.

I've solved quite a few problems by just
"sitting around“, Colonel. Try it sometime.

The report on Colonel Foster's
flight has arrived.

- 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 SP8 rocket
of some sort.

Like the limpet rockets used
in debris destruction.

Yeah.

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

Could be programmed to
attack Moon flights?

A blockade on Moonbase? Maybe.

Why hasn't our radar picked it up?

(Foster) Space debris.

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

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

Considering Maddox and I
flew practically identical paths...

it would have to be...

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

Four possibilities.

I think we're onto something.

That should be OK.

(Beep)

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

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

'Control will relay the
coordinates to the astronauts.'

You mean 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?

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 programmed course to Earth orbit.

'You will receive destruct 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, the red carpet
treatment. He's a very important man.

Expect him at three o'clock.

I wanna see Straker - immediately.

And before you try to fob me off with
some damned fool excuse,

I'm telling you I won't take
no for an answer.

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

- Go straight in.
- Oh.

Thank you.

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

Won't keep you a moment -
studio business.

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

There we are.

- Cleared for shooting.
- Thanks.

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

Your policy of non-interference.
Some executives crawl all over you.

Well, I can assure you
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!

(Door closes)

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 they 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.

You've blatantly and openly
defied the commission,

and left Moonbase near-defenceless.

It was my decision.
I realise the implications.

You'd better start packing, Straker!

When the commission hears about
this, you're through!

Aren't you interested in my reasons?

No. Let's be kind.

Let's put it down to a mental aberration,
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,
two-four-eight-zero-one-six red.

Contact confirmed.
UFO two-four-eight-one-three-six red.

Red alert. Get me
SHADO headquarters.

'UFO maintaining course
two-four-eight-two-oh-four green.'

Get the termination.

Request trajectory termination.

'Predicted termination
one-F-O-two-six, southern England.'

Close enough.
Its target is this studio.

- Keep visual contact on countdown.
- Yes. sir.

- Order a complete shutdown.
- Shutdown?!

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

- Strakerl
- As you said, I can still give orders.

Complete shutdown. Do it.

Termination,
eight minutes, four seconds.

Commander 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,
as of now.

You can't do it. You require the
unanimous backing of the commission.

- You think I won't get it?
- Yes, but it would take 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 was 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 us.

All this guesswork does not
explain the shutdown.

Why make it easy for them? The UFO
is probably 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?

Four minutes to termination.

Straker, if we contact the Interceptors
there may still be time.

No, they can't operate
in the Earth's atmosphere,

and the UFO's already in
the stratosphere.

Termination: one minute 20 seconds.

We're sitting ducks.

Maybe.

(Jet roaring)

(Beeping)

Yes?

'Sky One has just overflown the
studio at zero feet.'

Thank you, Ms Ealand.

- Switch everything on.
- Yes, sir.

- And get me Captain Carlin.
- Sir.

(Straker) 'Nice timing, Captain.

(Straker) 'Don't miss it.'
- Roger, Control.

Sky One 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 One to SHADO Control,
UFO destroyed.

Colonel Foster, would you
get this operation computerised

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

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

The commission will recommend
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
that you were right.

Like you?

Henderson.

I'll walk you to your car.