UFO (1970–1971): Season 1, Episode 19 - Ordeal - full transcript
Following a wild night out with a girl called Sylvia, Foster is receiving a refreshing sauna bath at the SHADO health farm. Drifting into semi-consciousness, he comes to to find he has been abducted by an alien and is on a UFO, which is shot down onto the Moon's surface. He survives but has to be extremely careful how he removes the helmet he is wearing. Clumsy removal would kill him because of the breathing liquid it contains. However, as he drifts in and out of consciousness, it appears that he never left the sauna.
Here we go again.
Red alert. Red alert.
Interceptors immediate launch.
Ground Defence Control,
position rocket launchers.
Moonbase to SHADO Control.
Moonbase to SHADO Control.
Go ahead, Moonbase.
'Ground defences ready.
Interceptors spaceborne.
- 'Contact minus 47.'
- Roger.
Firing range minus 8.
UFOs retreating. Giving chase.
It smells.
Moonbase, tell your ground defences
to get nervous.
SHADO Control, 3 more UFOs
approaching, orbital reference 318.
Decoys! Moonbase, instruct the
Interceptors to return immediately.
'Ground defences out.'
That's it. They're wide open now.
Where are they?
8 UFOs destroyed in a week.
Do you think they'll take the hint?
First, two under cover
of sunspot activity,
then three at ground level.
Now six in a decoy manoeuvre.
All or nothing. Last fling.
Do you think they'll give up?
Colonel Lake, they didn't lose
all those craft just to give up.
What worries me is
what will they try next?
- Coffee?
- Yeah, black.
- Two.
- I think I'm a bit old for this.
- Steve?
- Yeah?
- 20 more hours...
- Then home to Mother Earth.
Great! 48 hours
in our natural habitat.
- Enough time just to mow the lawn.
- What?
I said I'm going to mow the lawn.
'The following personnel
report for combat training.
'Phillips, Robinson...
and Regan.'
- Never a dull moment.
- The show must go on.
- See you later.
- Give 'em hell, baby.
- Touche.
- My pleasure.
- Come on, Regan. You're half asleep.
- It's been a long day!
Oh, yes...
- Submit.
- No.
Come on, it'll break.
You should have broken it.
That was a mistake!
1, 2, 3,
4, 5, 6...
- You're coming on, Regan.
- You're still too good for me.
You nearly had me
but you lack killer instinct.
- Well, I'm a nice fella.
- Earth tomorrow?
- Give my regards to the wife.
- See you. Thank you.
You're welcome.
I think we'll stick to theory
for a little while.
Bit formal for chess.
Why are you in this gear?
Straker's orders. All astronauts
on alert until relieved.
From bed to battle in 128 seconds.
What more does he want?
With no ground defences,
he's taking no chances.
And he wants five practice alerts
a day until further notice.
He'll have us living
in that launching bay next.
Don't even suggest it.
Will the real James Regan stand up,
please? It must be me.
Morgan! Get out here!
Hello, Jim! They tell me
you had a busy time up there.
Dan Dare wasn't in it.
How are you, Earthman?
- Can't complain.
- See you Thursday?
- Sure thing.
- Cheers, Morgan.
Jim.
I was so worried about you.
We don't talk about
those things, remember?
I'm sorry. It was just that I...
Hard time?
You look exhausted.
I'm fine.
You're the nicest excuse
for an early night I can think of.
- The Thompsons...
- Thompsons? Lovely people.
- The Thompsons.
- What about the Thompsons?
- What about the Thompsons?!
- Dinner. Tonight.
The Thompsons. Remember?
Do we have to?
- It was your idea.
- That was a week ago.
- I was a young man.
- Come on.
You'll feel better after a shower
and a drink. In you go, Methuselah.
How are you?
- Would you like a drink?
- Only if you bring it in, fair lady.
- Yes, master.
- OK.
Don't forget, if they bring out those
home movies, you develop a headache.
Don't be so mean. You know how proud
your cousin is of his photography.
Yes, I know.
But the films he makes...
Take the last one: The Courting
Habits Of The British Earthworm.
- The fellow's kinky.
- Oh, Jim. You are a fool!
It's so nice
to have you home again.
We could always turn back,
tell 'em we had a puncture.
Nothing I'd like more but we can't.
We must go.
- Muriel's made your favourite meal.
- Oh, not again.
I've no idea where it came from.
There was a knock, but nobody
was there, just this package.
I thought it was
a face cream I'd ordered,
but when I unwrapped it,
it was this Ouija thing.
Help me put the cards out, darling.
Can't imagine who sent it.
I know it's all nonsense but
why look a gift horse in the mouth?
- I thought we'd try it for fun.
- What about Albert's latest film?
This'll be much more fun.
Albert doesn't mind, do you?
- We'll save yours for next time.
- It isn't actually finished yet.
Good. You sit there, Albert,
Jean there and Jim here next to me.
Come on, Jim.
Now, everyone has to put
a forefinger... Wait a minute!
I'll lower the lights.
Must have a bit of atmosphere,
in case we frighten away the spirits.
Now, right forefinger
on the top of the glass.
What happens now?
Yes. Somebody asks a question.
- Jean, you ask.
- OK. Are we having a boy or a girl?
No. You'll have to rephrase
the question.
We've got a "yes" card
and a "no" card.
So, you ask, "Is the baby
going to be a boy?"
If it says "no",
you know it's a girl.
- What if it's twins?
- That's a point!
Don't be difficult, Jim.
Are we having a boy?
It's a boy! I suspect there
was some cheating going on there.
Now, come on.
We must take it seriously.
- Albert, you ask a question.
- Yes, let me see now...
Oh, my goodness!
I'll ask one while you're thinking.
What is going to be
the fashionable colour next year?
S
E
A... Sea green?
N
C
E
S-E-A-N-C-E? Seance. How strange!
Oh, come on.
Somebody was pushing.
Not me. I didn't even know
how to spell it!
Well, Let's have a go.
Everybody hold hands.
- Really, it wasn't me.
- Never mind. Come on.
Everybody concentrate.
Is there anybody there?
Muriel!
Is there anybody there?
Albert, take that pipe
out of your mouth.
Perhaps we ought to concentrate
with our eyes closed.
Right.
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
- Are you all right, darling?
- Let me get you a brandy.
No...
No. I'm fine.
What happened? I must...
I passed out.
- Are you sure you're all right, Jim?
- Yes.
I'm fine. Must have been
more tired than I thought.
Silly damned game.
I don't know what came over me.
It must have been that
foul tobacco that Albert smokes.
It was rather frightening.
Oh, come on. Let's not make
something out of nothing.
You are the last person
to believe in that nonsense.
Course I don't.
I was just worried about you.
Just tiredness catching up with me.
I'll be fine after a night's sleep.
Jim, why are we taking
the long way home?
Sorry.
- Just wasn't thinking.
- Do you want me to drive?
Perhaps you'd better.
What on earth...?
Why did you do that, Jim?
Something in the road.
Poor thing.
It was dazzled by the lights.
Yeah. He was lucky I saw him.
Well, we can't just leave it.
We'll drop it in
at the police station.
- Jim?
- Yeah?
- If they can't trace the owner...
- Here it comes.
Can I keep him? He's so beautiful.
He'd be company when you're away.
I'll have to think about it.
I don't like competition, you know?
Who said cats were lucky?
I think we'll call this one Jonah.
Get out! Quick!
Jean...
Jean? Jean!
Jean?
Jean...
- Straker?
- Yes.
- Jim, what's the matter?
- I want to see Straker.
Regan!
- Regan!
- 'Voiceprint positive.'
...and then they gave us
what could only be a medical.
Peças de reposição
Transplante de órgãos.
- No!
- That's all it could have been.
No. It couldn't. It couldn't.
Or they would have taken me as well.
You could have been an unsuitable
donor. Wrong body tissue group.
But why leave you alive?
What puzzles me is how come
they pick on a member of SHADO?
Could be coincidence. Four other
people were taken on that road.
A woman was left behind,
apparently dead.
Before she died she told us what had
happened. She had a weak heart.
Who shall I assign to replace Jim?
No one.
You will report
for normal duty tomorrow.
That's all, Regan.
Can't you see the man's in shock?
He needs to...
We need. With all these attacks,
the Venus probe coming in soon
and that UFO still around,
we need every astronaut available.
That's all, Colonel.
Doctor Jackson.
Commander.
You heard what happened
about Regan?
Yes.
Poor man.
A tragedy.
- I've ordered him back to duty.
- Quite right.
The only thing you could do.
Well, it's nice
that somebody understands.
I'd like you to keep an eye on him,
though, Doctor, just in case.
I most certainly will.
You look a bit
under the weather, yourself.
Just a headache. If it makes you
feel better, I'll have an aspirin.
All right.
They asked me to drop this in
as I was passing.
I've got a couple of weeks' leave due,
if you want to relieve Regan.
That's nice of you, Paul, but I think
he'll be better off occupied.
I want to go through the Venus
probe escort procedure with you.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- Don't go!
This is the result of the autopsy
I carried out on the alien's body.
The one found after
the Moombase attack?
It could shatter
all our past theories.
Go on.
This is mostly conjecture.
The head was badly damaged.
I may be wrong.
Until more proof is available...
Cut the caution.
We're not likely to quote you.
All right. I'm sorry.
As you are aware, up until now,
we've believed they were humanoid.
A dying race,
keeping themselves alive
by transplanting our organs
into their bodies.
The alien I examined this morning,
I think his whole body was human.
- His brain?
- Even his brain.
You mean he was one of us?
Outwardly, yes.
- But if his brain...
- His brain may have been human
but it doesn't mea
his mind was.
- Mind, brain, they're the same.
- No, no, no. Let me try to explain.
There was so much damage,
it was almost impossible to tell
but certain sections
of the brain seemed to be missing.
The parts that
control emotion, creativity.
Only the analytical,
the logical remained.
It's possible that these creatures
are not humanoid at all.
They just use our bodies,
erase from the brain all knowledge,
wipe it clean and reprogram it with,
or transmit to it,
their own thought patterns,
their own intelligence.
But why?
That I don't know.
It could be they aren't capable
of travelling in space.
The form of life they take,
I can't begin to imagine.
They may have
no physical being at all,
and therefore need a vehicle,
a container:
our bodies.
And so, with spare-part surgery,
they're able to keep
these human computers alive
and free from senility
during their years in space.
- Exactly.
- Well, that's unbelievable.
So were UFOs.
Yes, as fantastic as it sounds,
they could be living computers.
What are you doing here?
I should report you.
This is a restricted area.
Looks like we've
got ourselves a mascot.
Red alert! Red alert!
UFO leaving earth. Area PZ-17.
Direction: Amber 4-G.
Speed: 1,500.
'Moonbase. UFO approaching.
'Area Amber 4-G.
ETA 387.'
Red alert! Red alert!
Interceptors immediate launch.
'ETA in Area Amber 4-G
minus 364.'
Instruct Interceptors,
new course.
Area Blue 12.
ETA minus 197.
The UFO will cross
their path diagonally.
- Maintain station 150 miles apart.
- Yes, sir.
Near miss. Some damage.
'UFO speed dropped
to 250,000.'
A sitting duck.
Regan must get him.
Regan?
His wife's aboard that craft.
I swear I don't know
what happened.
One moment it was right in my sights,
next it was gone.
It was unfortunate that you had
to encounter that particular UFO.
The fact that my wife was on board
made me more determined.
I wanted that UFO.
I'd rather she was dead than...
It wasn't entirely your fault.
I made a bad decision,
sending you back to duty so soon.
But now I'm resting you
for a month.
I don't want. I'm on Venus probe escort
tomorrow. There may be another chance.
Regan, I can't afford vendettas.
Colonel Foster will take your place.
- I have to go.
- You're suspended. That is an order.
- But...
- That's all.
Colonel Foster will be replacing
James Regan until further notice.
Inform all departments.
- Doctor Jackson?
- 'Jackson.'
I've just relieved Regan
from duty.
Tomorrow morning I want a full
physical and psychiatric report.
So, that's where you got to.
Oh, is it yours?
My wife's.
Well, he would have been.
We found him in the road
just before,
just before the UFO...
- Are you all right, Jim?
- Just a headache.
Well, how's show business?
There's no business.
Well, hardly.
They've finished
The Rebels of Santa Domingo
and there's a dog food
commercial on stage 4,
and a script for your approval.
It's a period piece
about World War II.
World War II? Well, I'll leave this
until Miss Ealand gets back.
- Let her handle it.
- Right.
Miss Holland,
I haven't thanked you for filling in.
No need. It makes a break
from Section 9.
How is Colonel Blake?
Oh, he's the same.
- I'll give him your regards.
- Yes, do that.
Well, I suppose I'd better show
my face. Stage 4, you say?
Yes. Sir, how's Jim Regan
taking it?
He's taking it.
Jim, what are you doing here?
It was terrible about Jean.
I don't know what to say.
If there's anything I can do.
Are you OK?
I'll take you back.
Now wait a minute. Wait...!
Hello, Jim.
- Sorry about...
- Yeah.
- You're late.
- Got held up.
Wait a minute. I thought
Colonel Foster was taking your place.
The order was cancelled.
- I should check. You know Straker.
- Straker's orders.
I should still check.
But seeing it's you...
Good luck.
'Interceptor crew change:
minus 30 minutes.'
I wonder how poor old Jim's
taking it.
Yeah, she was a nice girl.
'Interceptor pilots,
stand by to escort Venus probe in.'
- Foster's cutting it fine again.
- Probably in the gym. Don't worry.
'Interceptors, stand by.
3 minutes.'
Well, I'd better report.
Jim, I thought Paul
was taking your place.
- The order was changed.
- I wasn't informed.
- Last-minute decision.
- I'm sorry, Jim.
I don't doubt your word,
but I must follow procedure.
Hello, Operations Room?
Captain Minto here.
I'd like to speak to Major Heath.
'Interceptors, immediate launch.'
- Doctor Jackson.
- Jackson.
The medical report I asked
on Regan hasn't come through.
I haven't been able to contact him.
Nobody seems to know where he is.
Locate Regan. He is to report
to Doctor Jackson at once.
- Straker.
- 'Morgan here, sir.'
Regan went to Moonbase
this morning.
- Colonel Foster wouldn't replace him?
- Yes, but he said you'd cancelled it.
I'll see you tomorrow, Morgan.
I won't have my orders ignored.
'Yes, sir.'
Moonbase.
- Moonbase.
- 'I wanna talk to Captain Regan.'
- He's escorting Venus probe in.
- Where's Foster?
- The Colonel's not on Moonbase.
- Find out what Regan's playing at.
Yes, sir.
Regan? Come in, Regan.
'Regan. Come in...'
- Regan's flying.
- I thought you grounded him.
- I did.
- He's never disobeyed orders before.
That's what worries me.
Find Foster.
- Is he on Moonbase?
- No, he isn't. He's here somewhere.
- 'Yes, Commander? '
- The minute Captain Regan lands,
- I want him brought back here.
- 'Yes, sir.'
God Almighty!
Paul, what happened?
Regan.
He was like a madman.
Why? Why did he do it?
I don't know. I tried to reason
with him but he was like a wild animal.
- Did he say anything?
- No, nothing.
- Nothing at all?
- He just made noises,
- like a cat.
- A cat?
There is a cat. Belonged to his wife.
He said he found it near the UFO.
Something else. When he picked it up,
he suddenly developed head pains.
- Jackson?
- 'Jackson.'
That theory of yours,
could it apply to an animal?
- Well, without researching...
- Is it possible?
The brain structure is different...
- Never mind that. Yes or no?
- 'Yes. But...'
I'll get the building searched.
Let's make sure it's still here.
Get Miss Holland.
Miss Holland.
Yes, I did.
About half an hour ago.
'Commander,
Regan's broken formation.'
Trajectory?
'Interceptor 3
on collision course: Moonbase.
'I repeat, collision course:
Moonbase.'
They're using Regan
to destroy Moonbase.
Instruct Interceptors 1 and 2:
pursue and destroy Interceptor 3.
- 'Say again, sir.'
- You heard me.
Yes, sir.
Interceptors 1 and 2,
destroy Interceptor 3.
Something's wrong. No power.
Same with me, nothing.
- Find that animal.
- We haven't time.
Try!
Wait a minute... The dogs!
That's it! Get on to it.
Red alert. Red alert.
Interceptors immediate launch.
Ground Defence Control,
position rocket launchers.
Moonbase to SHADO Control.
Moonbase to SHADO Control.
Go ahead, Moonbase.
'Ground defences ready.
Interceptors spaceborne.
- 'Contact minus 47.'
- Roger.
Firing range minus 8.
UFOs retreating. Giving chase.
It smells.
Moonbase, tell your ground defences
to get nervous.
SHADO Control, 3 more UFOs
approaching, orbital reference 318.
Decoys! Moonbase, instruct the
Interceptors to return immediately.
'Ground defences out.'
That's it. They're wide open now.
Where are they?
8 UFOs destroyed in a week.
Do you think they'll take the hint?
First, two under cover
of sunspot activity,
then three at ground level.
Now six in a decoy manoeuvre.
All or nothing. Last fling.
Do you think they'll give up?
Colonel Lake, they didn't lose
all those craft just to give up.
What worries me is
what will they try next?
- Coffee?
- Yeah, black.
- Two.
- I think I'm a bit old for this.
- Steve?
- Yeah?
- 20 more hours...
- Then home to Mother Earth.
Great! 48 hours
in our natural habitat.
- Enough time just to mow the lawn.
- What?
I said I'm going to mow the lawn.
'The following personnel
report for combat training.
'Phillips, Robinson...
and Regan.'
- Never a dull moment.
- The show must go on.
- See you later.
- Give 'em hell, baby.
- Touche.
- My pleasure.
- Come on, Regan. You're half asleep.
- It's been a long day!
Oh, yes...
- Submit.
- No.
Come on, it'll break.
You should have broken it.
That was a mistake!
1, 2, 3,
4, 5, 6...
- You're coming on, Regan.
- You're still too good for me.
You nearly had me
but you lack killer instinct.
- Well, I'm a nice fella.
- Earth tomorrow?
- Give my regards to the wife.
- See you. Thank you.
You're welcome.
I think we'll stick to theory
for a little while.
Bit formal for chess.
Why are you in this gear?
Straker's orders. All astronauts
on alert until relieved.
From bed to battle in 128 seconds.
What more does he want?
With no ground defences,
he's taking no chances.
And he wants five practice alerts
a day until further notice.
He'll have us living
in that launching bay next.
Don't even suggest it.
Will the real James Regan stand up,
please? It must be me.
Morgan! Get out here!
Hello, Jim! They tell me
you had a busy time up there.
Dan Dare wasn't in it.
How are you, Earthman?
- Can't complain.
- See you Thursday?
- Sure thing.
- Cheers, Morgan.
Jim.
I was so worried about you.
We don't talk about
those things, remember?
I'm sorry. It was just that I...
Hard time?
You look exhausted.
I'm fine.
You're the nicest excuse
for an early night I can think of.
- The Thompsons...
- Thompsons? Lovely people.
- The Thompsons.
- What about the Thompsons?
- What about the Thompsons?!
- Dinner. Tonight.
The Thompsons. Remember?
Do we have to?
- It was your idea.
- That was a week ago.
- I was a young man.
- Come on.
You'll feel better after a shower
and a drink. In you go, Methuselah.
How are you?
- Would you like a drink?
- Only if you bring it in, fair lady.
- Yes, master.
- OK.
Don't forget, if they bring out those
home movies, you develop a headache.
Don't be so mean. You know how proud
your cousin is of his photography.
Yes, I know.
But the films he makes...
Take the last one: The Courting
Habits Of The British Earthworm.
- The fellow's kinky.
- Oh, Jim. You are a fool!
It's so nice
to have you home again.
We could always turn back,
tell 'em we had a puncture.
Nothing I'd like more but we can't.
We must go.
- Muriel's made your favourite meal.
- Oh, not again.
I've no idea where it came from.
There was a knock, but nobody
was there, just this package.
I thought it was
a face cream I'd ordered,
but when I unwrapped it,
it was this Ouija thing.
Help me put the cards out, darling.
Can't imagine who sent it.
I know it's all nonsense but
why look a gift horse in the mouth?
- I thought we'd try it for fun.
- What about Albert's latest film?
This'll be much more fun.
Albert doesn't mind, do you?
- We'll save yours for next time.
- It isn't actually finished yet.
Good. You sit there, Albert,
Jean there and Jim here next to me.
Come on, Jim.
Now, everyone has to put
a forefinger... Wait a minute!
I'll lower the lights.
Must have a bit of atmosphere,
in case we frighten away the spirits.
Now, right forefinger
on the top of the glass.
What happens now?
Yes. Somebody asks a question.
- Jean, you ask.
- OK. Are we having a boy or a girl?
No. You'll have to rephrase
the question.
We've got a "yes" card
and a "no" card.
So, you ask, "Is the baby
going to be a boy?"
If it says "no",
you know it's a girl.
- What if it's twins?
- That's a point!
Don't be difficult, Jim.
Are we having a boy?
It's a boy! I suspect there
was some cheating going on there.
Now, come on.
We must take it seriously.
- Albert, you ask a question.
- Yes, let me see now...
Oh, my goodness!
I'll ask one while you're thinking.
What is going to be
the fashionable colour next year?
S
E
A... Sea green?
N
C
E
S-E-A-N-C-E? Seance. How strange!
Oh, come on.
Somebody was pushing.
Not me. I didn't even know
how to spell it!
Well, Let's have a go.
Everybody hold hands.
- Really, it wasn't me.
- Never mind. Come on.
Everybody concentrate.
Is there anybody there?
Muriel!
Is there anybody there?
Albert, take that pipe
out of your mouth.
Perhaps we ought to concentrate
with our eyes closed.
Right.
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
Is there anybody there?
- Are you all right, darling?
- Let me get you a brandy.
No...
No. I'm fine.
What happened? I must...
I passed out.
- Are you sure you're all right, Jim?
- Yes.
I'm fine. Must have been
more tired than I thought.
Silly damned game.
I don't know what came over me.
It must have been that
foul tobacco that Albert smokes.
It was rather frightening.
Oh, come on. Let's not make
something out of nothing.
You are the last person
to believe in that nonsense.
Course I don't.
I was just worried about you.
Just tiredness catching up with me.
I'll be fine after a night's sleep.
Jim, why are we taking
the long way home?
Sorry.
- Just wasn't thinking.
- Do you want me to drive?
Perhaps you'd better.
What on earth...?
Why did you do that, Jim?
Something in the road.
Poor thing.
It was dazzled by the lights.
Yeah. He was lucky I saw him.
Well, we can't just leave it.
We'll drop it in
at the police station.
- Jim?
- Yeah?
- If they can't trace the owner...
- Here it comes.
Can I keep him? He's so beautiful.
He'd be company when you're away.
I'll have to think about it.
I don't like competition, you know?
Who said cats were lucky?
I think we'll call this one Jonah.
Get out! Quick!
Jean...
Jean? Jean!
Jean?
Jean...
- Straker?
- Yes.
- Jim, what's the matter?
- I want to see Straker.
Regan!
- Regan!
- 'Voiceprint positive.'
...and then they gave us
what could only be a medical.
Peças de reposição
Transplante de órgãos.
- No!
- That's all it could have been.
No. It couldn't. It couldn't.
Or they would have taken me as well.
You could have been an unsuitable
donor. Wrong body tissue group.
But why leave you alive?
What puzzles me is how come
they pick on a member of SHADO?
Could be coincidence. Four other
people were taken on that road.
A woman was left behind,
apparently dead.
Before she died she told us what had
happened. She had a weak heart.
Who shall I assign to replace Jim?
No one.
You will report
for normal duty tomorrow.
That's all, Regan.
Can't you see the man's in shock?
He needs to...
We need. With all these attacks,
the Venus probe coming in soon
and that UFO still around,
we need every astronaut available.
That's all, Colonel.
Doctor Jackson.
Commander.
You heard what happened
about Regan?
Yes.
Poor man.
A tragedy.
- I've ordered him back to duty.
- Quite right.
The only thing you could do.
Well, it's nice
that somebody understands.
I'd like you to keep an eye on him,
though, Doctor, just in case.
I most certainly will.
You look a bit
under the weather, yourself.
Just a headache. If it makes you
feel better, I'll have an aspirin.
All right.
They asked me to drop this in
as I was passing.
I've got a couple of weeks' leave due,
if you want to relieve Regan.
That's nice of you, Paul, but I think
he'll be better off occupied.
I want to go through the Venus
probe escort procedure with you.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- Don't go!
This is the result of the autopsy
I carried out on the alien's body.
The one found after
the Moombase attack?
It could shatter
all our past theories.
Go on.
This is mostly conjecture.
The head was badly damaged.
I may be wrong.
Until more proof is available...
Cut the caution.
We're not likely to quote you.
All right. I'm sorry.
As you are aware, up until now,
we've believed they were humanoid.
A dying race,
keeping themselves alive
by transplanting our organs
into their bodies.
The alien I examined this morning,
I think his whole body was human.
- His brain?
- Even his brain.
You mean he was one of us?
Outwardly, yes.
- But if his brain...
- His brain may have been human
but it doesn't mea
his mind was.
- Mind, brain, they're the same.
- No, no, no. Let me try to explain.
There was so much damage,
it was almost impossible to tell
but certain sections
of the brain seemed to be missing.
The parts that
control emotion, creativity.
Only the analytical,
the logical remained.
It's possible that these creatures
are not humanoid at all.
They just use our bodies,
erase from the brain all knowledge,
wipe it clean and reprogram it with,
or transmit to it,
their own thought patterns,
their own intelligence.
But why?
That I don't know.
It could be they aren't capable
of travelling in space.
The form of life they take,
I can't begin to imagine.
They may have
no physical being at all,
and therefore need a vehicle,
a container:
our bodies.
And so, with spare-part surgery,
they're able to keep
these human computers alive
and free from senility
during their years in space.
- Exactly.
- Well, that's unbelievable.
So were UFOs.
Yes, as fantastic as it sounds,
they could be living computers.
What are you doing here?
I should report you.
This is a restricted area.
Looks like we've
got ourselves a mascot.
Red alert! Red alert!
UFO leaving earth. Area PZ-17.
Direction: Amber 4-G.
Speed: 1,500.
'Moonbase. UFO approaching.
'Area Amber 4-G.
ETA 387.'
Red alert! Red alert!
Interceptors immediate launch.
'ETA in Area Amber 4-G
minus 364.'
Instruct Interceptors,
new course.
Area Blue 12.
ETA minus 197.
The UFO will cross
their path diagonally.
- Maintain station 150 miles apart.
- Yes, sir.
Near miss. Some damage.
'UFO speed dropped
to 250,000.'
A sitting duck.
Regan must get him.
Regan?
His wife's aboard that craft.
I swear I don't know
what happened.
One moment it was right in my sights,
next it was gone.
It was unfortunate that you had
to encounter that particular UFO.
The fact that my wife was on board
made me more determined.
I wanted that UFO.
I'd rather she was dead than...
It wasn't entirely your fault.
I made a bad decision,
sending you back to duty so soon.
But now I'm resting you
for a month.
I don't want. I'm on Venus probe escort
tomorrow. There may be another chance.
Regan, I can't afford vendettas.
Colonel Foster will take your place.
- I have to go.
- You're suspended. That is an order.
- But...
- That's all.
Colonel Foster will be replacing
James Regan until further notice.
Inform all departments.
- Doctor Jackson?
- 'Jackson.'
I've just relieved Regan
from duty.
Tomorrow morning I want a full
physical and psychiatric report.
So, that's where you got to.
Oh, is it yours?
My wife's.
Well, he would have been.
We found him in the road
just before,
just before the UFO...
- Are you all right, Jim?
- Just a headache.
Well, how's show business?
There's no business.
Well, hardly.
They've finished
The Rebels of Santa Domingo
and there's a dog food
commercial on stage 4,
and a script for your approval.
It's a period piece
about World War II.
World War II? Well, I'll leave this
until Miss Ealand gets back.
- Let her handle it.
- Right.
Miss Holland,
I haven't thanked you for filling in.
No need. It makes a break
from Section 9.
How is Colonel Blake?
Oh, he's the same.
- I'll give him your regards.
- Yes, do that.
Well, I suppose I'd better show
my face. Stage 4, you say?
Yes. Sir, how's Jim Regan
taking it?
He's taking it.
Jim, what are you doing here?
It was terrible about Jean.
I don't know what to say.
If there's anything I can do.
Are you OK?
I'll take you back.
Now wait a minute. Wait...!
Hello, Jim.
- Sorry about...
- Yeah.
- You're late.
- Got held up.
Wait a minute. I thought
Colonel Foster was taking your place.
The order was cancelled.
- I should check. You know Straker.
- Straker's orders.
I should still check.
But seeing it's you...
Good luck.
'Interceptor crew change:
minus 30 minutes.'
I wonder how poor old Jim's
taking it.
Yeah, she was a nice girl.
'Interceptor pilots,
stand by to escort Venus probe in.'
- Foster's cutting it fine again.
- Probably in the gym. Don't worry.
'Interceptors, stand by.
3 minutes.'
Well, I'd better report.
Jim, I thought Paul
was taking your place.
- The order was changed.
- I wasn't informed.
- Last-minute decision.
- I'm sorry, Jim.
I don't doubt your word,
but I must follow procedure.
Hello, Operations Room?
Captain Minto here.
I'd like to speak to Major Heath.
'Interceptors, immediate launch.'
- Doctor Jackson.
- Jackson.
The medical report I asked
on Regan hasn't come through.
I haven't been able to contact him.
Nobody seems to know where he is.
Locate Regan. He is to report
to Doctor Jackson at once.
- Straker.
- 'Morgan here, sir.'
Regan went to Moonbase
this morning.
- Colonel Foster wouldn't replace him?
- Yes, but he said you'd cancelled it.
I'll see you tomorrow, Morgan.
I won't have my orders ignored.
'Yes, sir.'
Moonbase.
- Moonbase.
- 'I wanna talk to Captain Regan.'
- He's escorting Venus probe in.
- Where's Foster?
- The Colonel's not on Moonbase.
- Find out what Regan's playing at.
Yes, sir.
Regan? Come in, Regan.
'Regan. Come in...'
- Regan's flying.
- I thought you grounded him.
- I did.
- He's never disobeyed orders before.
That's what worries me.
Find Foster.
- Is he on Moonbase?
- No, he isn't. He's here somewhere.
- 'Yes, Commander? '
- The minute Captain Regan lands,
- I want him brought back here.
- 'Yes, sir.'
God Almighty!
Paul, what happened?
Regan.
He was like a madman.
Why? Why did he do it?
I don't know. I tried to reason
with him but he was like a wild animal.
- Did he say anything?
- No, nothing.
- Nothing at all?
- He just made noises,
- like a cat.
- A cat?
There is a cat. Belonged to his wife.
He said he found it near the UFO.
Something else. When he picked it up,
he suddenly developed head pains.
- Jackson?
- 'Jackson.'
That theory of yours,
could it apply to an animal?
- Well, without researching...
- Is it possible?
The brain structure is different...
- Never mind that. Yes or no?
- 'Yes. But...'
I'll get the building searched.
Let's make sure it's still here.
Get Miss Holland.
Miss Holland.
Yes, I did.
About half an hour ago.
'Commander,
Regan's broken formation.'
Trajectory?
'Interceptor 3
on collision course: Moonbase.
'I repeat, collision course:
Moonbase.'
They're using Regan
to destroy Moonbase.
Instruct Interceptors 1 and 2:
pursue and destroy Interceptor 3.
- 'Say again, sir.'
- You heard me.
Yes, sir.
Interceptors 1 and 2,
destroy Interceptor 3.
Something's wrong. No power.
Same with me, nothing.
- Find that animal.
- We haven't time.
Try!
Wait a minute... The dogs!
That's it! Get on to it.