(Gasps for breath)
(Mumbles)
Dawson, Medical Technician, SHADO HQ.
I'll be on duty in an hour.
(mouthing)
Earth blast-off, 15 minutes precisely.
All personnel for leave report to Control Sphere immediately.
(Ellis) 'Will Paul Roper report to Control Sphere immediately?
'Countdown is proceeding.'
(Pilot) 'Liftoff complete. All read-outs are go.'
(Rings)
- (Man) 'Have yo made your decision?' - The answer's no. I won't do it.
- 'you're being stupid.' - I can't go through with it.
Do what you want to.
- 'Temper, temper.' - I won't tell yo anything!
- 'There's always Carol.' - My wife? Leave her out of it.
(Click)
(Car door shuts)
Paul?
Paul, is that you?
(Latch clicks)
Paul?
(Gasps)
- Carol! - Oh, Paul!
- What happened? - Oh, it was horrible.
When yo came in the door, I thought he'd come back.
It's all right, darling. Come on. It's all right.
Come on. Come on. It's all right, darling.
It's all right.
- Sit down. - I'm sorry...
Now, calm down, darling. It's all right. I'm here.
Look. Look. .. Take one of these.
Yes.
Sh-shouldn't we phone the police or something?
The police? Yes, yes, I'll er...
I'll phone them right away. All right, darling?
(Carol) Leave the door open.
(Rings)
(Man) 'Hello, Roper. How's your wife?'
You swine!
All right. All right. You've convinced me.
- I can't talk now. - 'I'll call again.'
No. Tomorrow night. Twelve o'clock. My car.
I'll give you all you want then. But if you come near my wife again,
I--- (Click)
Carol?
Hello, darling. How do you feel?
Oh, fine.
Ooh, that pill certainly did the trick.
Yes. Listen. You mustn't worry about last night. It's all right now.
Thank you, darling.
- Tea? - Mmm.
- You phoned the police? - Yes.
They came round. You were asleep.
They think your scream frightened him off.
You did scream?
- Oh, yes. - Well, yo can forget it.
They caught him a few miles along the road.
- What did he want? - Oh, just an intruder.
- They've been after him for some time. - Will they want a statement?
I don't know. Maybe not. It's an open-and-shut case.
Look, darling, I've got to go. I'll ring yo.
- Are yo sure you'll be all right? - Yes, really.
Bye.
Bye, darling.
Drink your tea.
Eight-zero-seven Roper for debriefing tests, Doctor.
Thank you. This way, Roper.
(Shroeder) I assume you're familiar with this test?
It measures how much strain goes into your decisions.
Yes. It's amazing how hard we work, even on simple decisions,
like whether or not to have a cup of coffee.
This is your monitor here.
On big decisions, the stress can render a man Useless.
Right. All set? Start the test.
Stop.
Thank you, Roper.
Oh, Paul! Just the man I was looking for.
- Me? - To ask you to come for a drink.
Oh, no, I , er.. . I'll take a rain check on that.
- Something on your mind? - Oh, nothing. It's these kids' games.
- The debriefing tests? That's not like yo . - Maybe I'm getting old.
- They're just not for amusement. - Forget it. I've got to ring Carol.
- I'm taking her out this evening. - Sure. How is she?
She's fine.
Fine...
Look, I'll see you later for that drink, Alec. OK?
Sure. See yo.
Oh, Doctor, how did Roper make out in the decision stress?
Too early to say for certain, but he seemed...
Well, he seemed a bit strung out.
Indications of supernumerary stress factors during his last tour of duty.
- Any ideas? - Not yet.
Could be anything - boredom, misses his wife...
See yo.
- Ready? - Ready.
Hold it. I can't take yo out looking like that!
What do yo mean?!
People might say "What's that beautiful girl doing with a broken-down old wreck?"
Well, don't worry. I can tell them I married yo for your money.
- They didn't ring. - Who?
The police.
Come on, cradle-snatcher. I'm hungry.
Well, what do they say?
Not good. The stress decision tests are positive.
Signs of anxiety, traces of tension
and traces of neurosis.
The observers report similar findings.
Decision-making below par,
reflexes bad, impetuosity, nervousness.
- I don't believe it. - It's all down here.
He's an out-and-out risk, Alec. We can't take chances.
- I've known Paul Roper for years. - Look at the facts, Alec.
The man's a mess. I don't know why.
Check him.
Lovely evening, darling. Thank yo.
- Hey, I'm not Cinderella, you know. - What?
Well, don't drive so fast. I don't have to be home by midnight.
Sorry.
Don't be long.
- I thought I saw someone. - What?
It's nothing. We're both tired.
It's nothing. Come on, I'll see you into the house.
All right?
Come on.
All right now?
Yes, fine.
Thanks, darling.
I'll put the car away.
- All right to close the door? - Oh. .!
(Car phone rings)
- (Man) 'Roper?' - Yes.
- 'The calculations?' - All right.
But you must never contact me or my wife again.
OK, on those conditions.
Ready? Begin.
4? degrees, two minutes...
angle eight-four...
56 degrees, seven minutes, angle 65...
Go down two...
(Roper) '66 degrees, seven minutes...
'Position, 33 degrees...
'Down two...
'Alternate coordinates two-seven-four-two...
'now down three...'
'For the last time, Roper, I want answers.
'Who are they? What did yo tell them?
'What do they want?
'Come on, come on.'
You're pushing him too hard.
We've got to make him talk, Alec.
Let's try another angle. Money?
- No. - Blackmail?
- I don't see it. - Well, threats, violence?
- His wife, maybe. - All right.
- Tell me about her. - Carol? She's young, attractive.
Roper's crazy about her.
- I could understand if--- - Understand it?!
- Can't yo accept--? -That he's a traitor?
I know that. But it's also a matter of degree.
Degree nothing. It's what he's told them that matters, not why.
Well, yo say he's crazy about his wife.
We'll see just how crazy.
(Shroeder) 'OK, Roper, let's take it from the beginning.'
(Straker) Just a moment, Doctor.
'All right, Roper, so it's your wife.
'Naturally, you don't want to see her get hurt.
'You think by keeping quiet, you'll be able to protect her.
'You tell Us what we want to know,
'that's the best way to give her protection.'
(Roper's voice) '.. .seven minutes.. . Position, 33 degrees...
'Down two...
'Alternate coordinates, two-seven-four-two...
'now down three...'
numbers, angles...
What do they mean, Roper?
I was given programme numbers for SlD,
told to feed in certain information, memorise the results.
So, we've got a batch of data, but how do we apply it?
I can give you the data, not the significance.
You didn't know what you were doing when yo gave those figures?!
No.
Then we're going to have to put everything into finding out.
- Get me Commander Straker. - Yes, Lieutenant.
Keep working on it, Lieutenant. Is there any deal from SID?
So far, we've got a series of 3-D direction indicators.
What does that mean?
It's a navigation course, but in three dimensions,
so it's a course for some sort of space vehicle to steer.
- (Straker) 'A UFO?' - Could be.
Well, as yo say, Lieutenant, it's not much, but maybe it's a start.
Let me know the moment you have anything.
Flight path. .. but to where?
Now, let's see what we've got.
Some sort of a flight path...
And the fact that they chose Roper to do their dirty work. Why?
One, because he had access to SID and Understood its operation.
Two, they knew he was vulnerable where his wife was concerned.
He's told us all he knows.
Except who his contact was.
Who was on the other end of that phone?
I want an immediate yellow alert on all SHADO installations.
- (Ford) 'Yes, sir.' - Let him go, Alec.
- What? - Let Roper go in one hour's time.
- (Ford) 'Your key is still down.' - Oh, thank you.
Neat. You've let the whole base know we're releasing Roper in an hour.
Yes. I've been thinking about Roper's contact, Alec.
Whoever he is, he would have to be able to radio Moonbase.
He'd know Roper's movements on Earth, have access to his records.
There's only one answer.
You mean someone on this base?
Yes. Someone on this base.
Let him go, Alec. We must draw them out into the open.
OK.
Roger, I've got that.
One moment, Moonbase. lieutenant Ellis for you, sir.
- Straker. - I've had Joan work on Roper's figures.
'What does she make of them?'
- They're planetary positions. - 'For which planets?'
Considering the Urgency, we had to make an educated guess.
All right, educate me.
The relative position of the Sun, Moon and Earth fits Roper's figures.
One snag - the last set of information is a time reference,
but it still doesn't make sense.
Well, you've come up with enough to scare the daylights out of me.
Keep working on that last sequence. Out.
Did yo swing this? It seems suspect to me.
If Straker says yo can go, don't ask questions.
- But he's not the forgiving type. - Don't push your luck. Just go.
Sir, yo wanted to know when Roper left.
- Do you mean he's gone already? - Yes, sir.
My orders were to release him in one hour's time.
- Yes, sir, but Colonel Freeman--- - I see.
Signal a maximum security alert and get Carlin on Skydiver.
Right, sir.
Attention, all defence systems. This is a maximum security alert.
Attention, all defence systems.
'This is a maximum security alert, condition red.'
(SID) 'Instructions received and Understood. Standing by.'
(Alarm)
(PA) 'This is Straker. We are faced with a probable UFO attack
'Until we've further information, all SHADO defensive vehicles remain on alert.'
Maximum security alert operational. Captain Carlin is standing by.
- Captain Carlin? Straker. - Carlin. Reading you.
'I want you to Launch Sky One for possible interception.'
- Area? - 'Green, zero B.
Sounds close to home, sir. What's going on?
'That's our problem, Captain. Concentrate on being ready. Out.'
- Launch stations. - Yes, sir. Clear one.
- (Woman) One clear. - Clear two. Check boosters.
(Whirring overhead)
(SID) 'Have relocated UFO in area four-two-seven blue.
- Get me Captain Carlin immediately. - Yes, sir.
SHADO Control to Sky One.
- 'This is Straker.' - Receiving yo.
'Suspect driving east on Route Four in SHADO car. Follow and observe.'
Roger. Out.
(Brakes screeching)
Sky One to SHADO Control. I'm positioned over target area.
'Building below destroyed. Can see no sign of life.'
Request UFO fix and attack coordinates.
(Ford) 'Roger, Sky One.'
Right... Right.
They're bringing him in now, sir.
Thank you.
Hold it a moment.
All right, Paul?
Yeah. I'm fine.
(Straker) 'Maintain surveillance for SHADO medic Dawson.'
This is a war, Alec. People have to be at risk.
I don't buy that and I never will.
It's too complicated for people like me.
And too simple for people like yo.
Well, how is Roper?
Conscious. He'll be all right.
- He gave Us two wrong figures. - Two wrong figures?
Yes. must've been a memory lapse due to the strain he was under.
But we got our figures from the tape.
That means the aliens have the same false information.
Yes. We finally managed to sort it out about an hour ago.
Would have taken them about five minutes.
I realise that, but they obviously thought he did it on purpose.
- It could have cost him his life. - Wait a minute.
- It could cost him his wife. - Carol.
Stay here. I'll send guards to his house.
We've just passed the Rampton Flyover.
ETA Roper's house, six minutes.
(Bird screeches outside)
(Lock rattles)
(Lock continues rattling)
(Clicks)
(Yells)
(Gasps)
(gunshot)
(SID) 'Data from flight plan
'passed to aliens by Roper have been analysed.
'Input information incorrect.
'Result negative.'
- What do you make of it, Joan? - Nothing.
Straker won't buy that. Re-run it.
It won't alter the result, lieutenant.
(Ellis) it will if you permutate it differently.
If you insist, lieutenant.
Dawson died ten minutes ago.
Yes. shotgun makes quite a mess.
The doctors found this.
It's some sort of electronic probe.
It had been inserted into his temple.
Hmm...
Well, I think the picture is almost complete.
Come over here, Alec.
Watch this.
Here.
There!
- Sunrise on the Moon. - Exactly.
That's how they plan to make the attack.
Flying across the lunar horizon at sunrise,
eeping between Moonbase and the Sun.
- visually undetectable. - Totally.
But it would be picked Up by radar as soon as it crossed the horizon.
No. Not if the attack coincided with heavy sunspot activity,
like that predicted in two days' time...
and with Roper's flight plan to guide the attacker.
- Moonbase wouldn't stand a chance. - Chance?
Well, we have Roper's flight plan, too, remember?
- I don't see how we can stop it. - One man on his own,
at a pre-determined position on the Moon's surface,
a rocket launcher, polarised visor...
It'd be suicide.
- Possibly. - You can't expect a man to---
- I don't need a volunteer, Alec. - You mean Roper?
And I suppose yo used this to twist his arm.
I didn't have to.
He's doing it to try and even the score.
- When are you going to tell him? - Maybe he'll never need to know.
Right.
One hour. now, once you're outside, maintain radio silence.
One favour. I couldn't tell Carol, my wife.
If you could book an Earth call, either way... You know what I mean.
I'll sort things out... when yo get back.
- 'All set?' - All set.
'Good. Begin stage one. Oh, Roper - good luck.'
Safety check one.
Prepare for exit procedure.
Good luck, Paul.
(Whirring)
(Buzzer)
depressurised.
Open outer doors. 'Stand by for exit.'
Is there any chance of the radar trackers operating?
Not with this sunspot activity.
(Static crackles)
(Ellis) 'The time is now zero-seven-five-decimal-four-nine.
'Sunrise is in ten minutes.
'This is Moonbase time check at zero-seven-decimal-six precisely.'
(Static crackles)
Roper's on his own.
23 seconds since sun up.
UFO destroyed.
He's done it. Get a Moon Hopper out there fast.
(Gasps) Losing a little air.
(Roper) 'Damage... only slight.'
(Roper gasping)
(Coughs)
Paul, is everything all right?
(Gasping) 'Yeah. .. Sure.'
Listen. A Moon Hopper is on its way. It'll be with yo in minutes.
'Fine.'
Tell. .. (Fighting for breath)
Tell Straker...
(Gasping) Tell--- Tell him...
I hope... this evens things up.
- Paul.. . - 'Tell.. .'
(Gasps) Car... Car...
Carol...
- 'Carol. ..' - Paul?
Roper? Roper?!
(Exhales)