FROM A STORY BY
first broadcast - 14th December 1968
running time - 24 minutes 44 seconds
(A storm of electronic noise floods London. Cybermen fling open manhole covers and climb from the sewers. A phalanx of Cybermen advance down the steps in front of Saint Paul's Cathedral.)
(The DOCTOR lies on the floor, just coming around from the unconsciousness induced by the Cybermen's hypnotic signal. ZOE and ISOBEL are by his side whilst JAMIE gently slaps the side of his face. Professor WATKINS and Captain TURNER are also gathered around, looking on.)
ISOBEL: Oh, are you all right Doctor?
DOCTOR: (painfully coming to) Oh... Oh... Oh, wha... Oh! Oh, my!
(The DOCTOR is helped to a sitting position, and still in pain, puts his fingers to his ears.)
JAMIE: Doctor! The invasion, it's begun.
DOCTOR: Yes Jamie, I rather gathered that, I... is everyone else all right?
TURNER: (together) Yes.
ISOBEL: (together) Yes, we're fine.
DOCTOR: Oh, what about the Brigadier, and... and the rest of the men?
TURNER: I'll check.
(TURNER stands and goes into the next room to the R/T unit.)
DOCTOR: (oov, still in discomfort) Oh! Oh!
(JAMIE and ZOE mutter something, out of sight, as TURNER goes over to the radio.)
TURNER: (into the R/T microphone) Captain Turner calling UNIT control, Captain Turner calling UNIT control. Are you receiving me, over?
(There is no response. ZOE, JAMIE, and the others gather around where TURNER is seated.)
Are you receiving me, over?
(Sergeant WALTERS' voice crackles over the radio set.)
WALTERS: (oov) UNIT control receiving you, over.
TURNER: Sergeant, is the Brigadier there?
WALTERS: (oov) Hold on a moment sir.
BRIGADIER: (oov) Yes Jimmy. Are you all right?
TURNER: Yes, sir.
BRIGADIER: (oov) Well, chaos here. Only half the crew recovered so far.
DOCTOR: (taking the microphone) Ah, Brigadier. What about the rest of the UNIT men.
BRIGADIER: (oov) Oh, hard to say, reports still coming in. Look I'll send transport for you, you'll be safer here with us.
DOCTOR: Oh, thank you.
BRIGADIER: (oov) Ah, Jimmy?
(TURNER takes back the microphone.)
TURNER: Yes, sir, I heard.
BRIGADIER: (oov) 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.
TURNER: Right, sir. Over and out.
(TURNER switches off the radio.)
Well, sounds like total success for Vaughn and the Cybermen.
DOCTOR: Yes. We appear to be sitting right in the middle of the hornet's nest.
(VAUGHN is seated by his desk. He is facing the CYBER-PLANNER in the hidden compartment and checking off items on a clipboard.)
CYBER-PLANNER: All areas are now covered by our transmission. The full invasion force is preparing for flight. Transmit the radio beam for the transporter ships to home on.
VAUGHN: It will be prepared.
CYBER-PLANNER: Control and supervision of Cybermen in all key positions will be arranged. Prepare your communication network.
My organisation will now take over. The Cyberman army must stay under my control.
(The central sphere rotates as the CYBER-PLANNER considers this.)
CYBER-PLANNER: Why do you oppose us.
VAUGHN: I don't oppose you, we're allies! But you do not understand the world, and it's organisation. I do.
CYBER-PLANNER: This is not necessary. Humans are now under Cyber-control.
VAUGHN: (standing and shouting) I MUST CONTROL THEM!
(VAUGHN approaches the CYBER-PLANNER.)
Look, let's understand one another. You will not get what you want unless I too achieve my object. Is this agreed?
CYBER-PLANNER: (again considering) It has been agreed.
VAUGHN: Good! Then the invasion will continue under my direction.
(The wall pivots back to conceal the alcove containing the CYBER-PLANNER. VAUGHN returns to his desk and activates the Communicator.)
PACKER: (immediately appearing on screen) Yes sir.
VAUGHN: Have you discovered where the Professor is?
PACKER: Yes, Mister Vaughn.
VAUGHN: Go and collect him.
PACKER: But sir, the... the UNIT people.
VAUGHN: You won't meet with any resistance. They're all under Cyber-control.
PACKER: Right Mister Vaughn.
VAUGHN: I want work started on the production of the machines immediately. Go and recapture Watkins. Don't let anything or anyone stop you.
(Sergeant WALTERS drives up in a Land Rover and parks outside Professor Travers' house. He leaps out with a rifle and runs up the stairs to the front door.)
(Bearing his pistol Captain TURNER comes to the front door and lets in Sergeant WALTERS.)
WALTERS: What's up?
TURNER: Thank goodness you made it. Any trouble?
WALTERS: Hundreds of Cybermen about sir.
TURNER: Well the sooner we get out of here the better. (raising his voice) Everybody ready?
ZOE, JAMIE: (oov, upstairs) Yes!
ISOBEL: (oov) Ready, we're coming.
(TURNER opens the front door and peers outside.)
(Another Jeep arrives, driven by PACKER and carrying GUARDS with rifles. PACKER parks on the opposite side of the street to Travers' house and the GUARDS leap out and run to the door.)
(TURNER shuts and locks the front door, and turns to Sergeant WALTERS.)
TURNER: We have been seen. We'd better get out of here, out of the back as quickly as possible.
(WALTERS goes out to the back door. TURNER waits for the rest coming down from the lab upstairs: first ISOBEL, then ZOE, then the DOCTOR.)
TURNER: Come on, move everybody. Quickly!
(TURNER shepherds ISOBEL, ZOE and the DOCTOR through to the back door. JAMIE and Professor WATKINS come down next, the Professor carrying the radio.)
Out of the back door. Hurry it up. Come on Jamie. Professor, alright? Good.
(A rifle butt is shoved through the front door and a shot rings out. WATKINS clutches his leg.)
WATKINS: My leg!
(WATKINS falls to the floor and drops the radio. TURNER turns and shoots two shots back before his pistol jams, killing the GUARD.)
TURNER: Come on Jamie, get the radio out of here.
TURNER: Leave the Professor to me.
JAMIE: Right. Come on.
(TURNER picks up WATKINS and carries him out.)
TURNER: Right, I've got him.
(JAMIE picks up the radio and follows TURNER. Another shot rings out and JAMIE is hit. He writhes in pain and there is a volloy of gun fire as he retreats out to the back door.)
(The BRIGADIER stands at the R/T console. Sergeant TURNER reports in.)
BRIGADIER: (into microphone) Yes Jimmy, where are you?
TURNER: (oov) In bother sir. We need help. Can you give us a chopper.
(The BRIGADIER pulls down a chart from the top of the console and consults it.)
Can you make... sector five?
TURNER: (oov) We can try sir.
BRIGADIER: Right, I'll get the chopper there. Out.
(The BRIGADIER calls up another channel on the R/T and sits.)
(into microphone) UNIT control, calling sector five chopper, over?
PILOT: (oov) Receiving you, over.
BRIGADIER: This is the Brigadier, are you airborne?
PILOT: (oov) Yessir.
BRIGADIER: Right. Proceed to sector five and pick up Captain Turner and party, and bring them here.
PILOT: (oov) Wilco. Out.
(VAUGHN is pacing up and down, and fulminating at PACKER.)
VAUGHN: How could they escape the Cyber-control?
PACKER: It's that Doctor, something to do with him. We should have got rid of him when we had the chance.
VAUGHN: Shut up, Packer!
(VAUGHN sighs in annoyance and sits in his chair.)
I must go on with the invasion.
PACKER: But what about the Professor? Without him we can't make any more machines; without machines we can't control the Cybermen.
VAUGHN: Let me worry about that. For the moment, I have the Cybermen exactly where I want them.
PACKER: 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?
(VAUGHN snaps and pounds the desk with his fist.)
VAUGHN: JUST OBEY MY ORDERS! Now get in touch with the compound, and have the radio beam projected. The invasion fleet must be brought in.
(Sergeant WALTERS reports to the BRIGADIER, who is seated at the conference table with the DOCTOR and Captain TURNER.)
WALTERS: New York's off the air sir, Moscow's dead and Peking. In fact nothing, no radio communication at all.
BRIGADIER: Right Sergeant, keep trying all frequencies.
WALTERS: Yes sir.
(Sergeant WALTERS leaves to return to the R/T console.)
BRIGADIER: It seems to be a total blanket all over the world.
TURNER: Look, couldn't we make hundreds of these neuristor things sir, and distribute them.
BRIGADIER: I doubt there's time for that Jimmy. What do you think, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I agree. The Cybermen will attack in force now. There must be thousands of them in outer space.
BRIGADIER: (impatiently bangs the table) There's nothing we can do?
DOCTOR: Unless we can stop the Cyber-control signal.
BRIGADIER: 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.
DOCTOR: Yes, I'm afraid it does.
TURNER: That would need an orbital launch vehicle. We simply haven't got anything of that size.
BRIGADIER: No, only the Americans and the Russians. Oh... wait a minute.
(The BRIGADIER goes to the safe at the bulkhead wall and inserts the key to open it. He opens the door and retrieves a spiral ring binder.)
I remember reading... Ah, yes, yes, here we are. The Russians were planning a countdown at the time we were attacked.
TURNER: For the moon, sir?
BRIGADIER: Yes, a manned orbital survey. That means they'll have a launching bay almost ready to go.
TURNER: You mean we could put a warhead on it, in place of the astronaut capsule?
BRIGADIER: A possibility.
TURNER: How long would all this take?
BRIGADIER: Well, we could get a small party there in about two hours... [of] course we'd have to revive the rocket personnel from Cyber-control; after that... well, that would be up to the Russians.
TURNER: It means it's all a question of time. How long do you think we have, Doctor?
DOCTOR: (standing) Oh, I'm surprised they're not here already.
BRIGADIER: (handing the file to TURNER) Jimmy. Here's the general on the Russian rocket base. You deal with that, now get your skates on.
TURNER: Yes sir.
BRIGADIER: Now Doctor, we must deal with this invasion you say is coming.
DOCTOR: Yes - at least we know where they'll land - they'll home in on Vaughn's radio signal.
BRIGADIER: Would we be able to pick them off with anti-missile missiles?
DOCTOR: Yes, that's a good idea, we might have a try.
BRIGADIER: Right - there's a base near Henlow Downs. Err, just a minute. Sergeant Walters?
(As the BRIGADIER turns to the R/T console, ZOE comes in.)
DOCTOR: Oh, Zoe, sit down. [...] Now, how's Jamie's leg?
ZOE: Oh, it's just a slight flesh wound. But he's furious, because the Army doctor won't let him walk on it.
DOCTOR: Well he won't be able to, would he? How's the Professor?
ZOE: Oh, he'll be all right, Isobel's looking after him. Anything I can do, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well I... I suggest you... you go with the Brigadier. Much as I detest computers I... I think that remarkable brain of yours will come in very handy.
ZOE: Right. What are you going to do?
DOCTOR: I think it's about time I had a serious talk with our Mister Vaughn.
ZOE: What, go back? But he'd kill you as soon as look at you.
DOCTOR: No, we need time if we're going to ahh, stop this attack, and I think I can get us that time.
(Overhearing the DOCTOR's intentions the BRIGADIER returns.)
BRIGADIER: No, this is madness, I can't afford to let you take that risk.
DOCTOR: Can't afford not to, Brigadier. If you're going to attack the Cybermen with missiles, they're going to retaliate, and we've got to know how and with what.
ZOE: But how can you find that out?
DOCTOR: I'll leave my radio on, then you'll hear every word that passes between me and Vaughn.
BRIGADIER: But you'll never get near the place, the whole area will be crawling with Cybermen.
DOCTOR: Oh, there's one particular place where there'll be no Cybermen.
BRIGADIER: Where's that?
DOCTOR: In the sewers.
(Sergeant WALTERS calls from the R/T console.)
WALTERS: We're coming in to land, sir.
(The UNIT aeroplane has landed and the cargo ramp is lowered fully to the ground. The BRIGADIER and ZOE watch as the DOCTOR drives a Land Rover down the ramp and pauses at the bottom.)
DOCTOR: (to the BRIGADIER) Bye-bye.
(He drives off. Another Land Rover, driven by Captain TURNER, is the next to arrive at the bottom of the ramp.)
BRIGADIER: All set Jimmy?
TURNER: Yes sir, I've got a supersonic jet laid on, we'll be in Russia in no time.
ZOE: Good luck!
(He drives off also.)
(Sergeant WALTERS is seated at the R/T console. The BRIGADIER and ZOE are just returning inside the aeroplane.)
WALTERS: (into microphone) All sections prepare for take-off. Secure loading bay and standby for flight position. All UNIT ground section-leaders standby on full alert readiness.
BRIGADIER: Sergeant Walters, ask Wing Commander Robbins to bring us down at the nearest airstrip to Henlow Downs Defence base.
WALTERS: Yes sir.
BRIGADIER: Oh, and Sergeant, make sure that a chopper stays in Red sector one area, the Doctor might need it in a hurry.
(The DOCTOR cautiously climbs down a ladder into a long, dark sewer corridor and switches on the TM45 radio to call the BRIGADIER.)
DOCTOR: (under his breath) Hello UNIT control. This is the Doctor. Is the Brigadier there, please?
(After a moment, the crackly voice of Sergeant WALTERS is heard.)
WALTERS: (oov) Hold on a moment sir, I'll get him.
As he waits he peers in each direction. The sewer appears to be empty.
BRIGADIER: (oov) Yes Doctor, go ahead.
DOCTOR: Ah 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.
BRIGADIER: (oov) Right. We'll have a chopper in the area in case you get in trouble.
DOCTOR: Thank you.
(The DOCTOR switches off and puts away the radio. After deliberating about which way to proceed, and finally deciding to toss a coin, he gingerly starts towards Vaughn's headquarters.)
(The BRIGADIER and ZOE talk at the conference table.)
ZOE: But your helicopter isn't going to be much use to the Doctor if he does meet any Cybermen down in those sewers.
BRIGADIER: If you've got any better suggestions I'll be pleased to hear them.
(Sergeant WALTERS approaches from the R/T console.)
WALTERS: `Scuse me sir.
WALTERS: Captain Turner's airborne ETA over Russia, two hours seven minutes from takeoff.
BRIGADIER: Good. Keep the Doctor's channel open and let me know the moment he contacts you.
WALTERS: Yes sir.
(Sergeant WALTERS exits.)
BRIGADIER: (to ZOE) Well, don't look so worried. Fancy a cup of tea?
(PACKER and VAUGHN are poring over a map showing the partial invasion force.)
PACKER: There's particularly heavy concentrations here, here, here, and here.
VAUGHN: And all the main communication centers are now manned by our forces?
PACKER: (suddenly nervous) Yes, but um...
VAUGHN: What, but what, Packer?
PACKER: Well, we can't make a complete takeover without the full invasion force.
VAUGHN: They'll arrive, Packer, they'll arrive. And when they do... (sotto voce) there won't be one city in the entire world that we don't control. (full voice) Think of it, Packer, the entire world!
(The security alarm suddenly goes off and PACKER jumps to the control panel.)
PACKER: The security alarm, the... the UNIT forces must have...
(They cycle through the security camera displays. The last one displays the face of the DOCTOR, who addresses the camera.)
DOCTOR: (on screen) There you are. Ah, can you hear me, Mister Vaughn?
VAUGHN: (with suspicion) Yes?
DOCTOR: (on screen) I hope I haven't called at an inconvenient moment, but I... I would rather like a word with you.
VAUGHN: Clever of you to avoid our Cyber-control.
DOCTOR: (on screen) Ah, it was nothing. I'll... I'll come up, I know the way.
(The DOCTOR moves out of sight of the camera.)
PACKER: He must be out of his mind!
VAUGHN: (sotto voce) Far from it Packer. (full voice) Have the guards search the building, just in case he's brought any friends with him.
PACKER: Why not just kill him? He's caused enough trouble already.
VAUGHN: You forget, Packer. He's our insurance.
(The BRIGADIER and WALTERS are by the R/T console.)
WALTERS: Approaching Henlow airstrip now, sir, two minutes to touchdown.
BRIGADIER: Fine. Tell the raiding party to standby.
WALTERS: Yes sir.
(The DOCTOR's voice whispers from the communications channel.)
DOCTOR: (oov) Ah, Brigadier. Brigadier.
BRIGADIER: Yes Doctor, go ahead.
DOCTOR: (oov) Ah, I am just about to enter the lion's den. I will leave the radio on as of now.
BRIGADIER: Right. Good luck.
DOCTOR: (oov) Thank you.
BRIGADIER: (to WALTERS) Keep that channel open and get the whole thing on tape.
WALTERS: Yes sir.
BRIGADIER: If he yells for help while I'm away, send in everything we've got to get him out.
(WALTERS sets the radio channel up to be recorded. The DOCTOR's radio continues to broadcast from the communications equipment. There is a sound of his hand rapping on the door to VAUGHN's office, and the door being opened.)
VAUGHN: (oov) Ah Doctor, what an unexpected pleasure. Do come in.
(Cut away to VAUGHN's office continuing the previous conversation. The DOCTOR is seated whilst VAUGHN paces in front of the large windows.)
DOCTOR: Can you trust them?
VAUGHN: 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.
DOCTOR: You must know what ruthless and inhuman killers they are.
VAUGHN: Of course. But then they are my allies, not my enemies.
DOCTOR: Do you really think they'll honour any bargain that you make with them.
VAUGHN: Oh, I've planned this 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. I masterminded the whole operation from A to Z.
(VAUGHN harrumphs in satisfaction and continues)
They have merely provided their advanced scientific skills, their might and strength.
DOCTOR: What do they get out of all this?
VAUGHN: What they want, and ah... what they're going to get, are two entirely different things.
DOCTOR: Oh, you're a fool Vaughn. When they get here, they'll take over.
VAUGHN: All Cybermen here are conditioned to obey my orders. They are directly under my command.
DOCTOR: Oh, possibly. But what about the others, out there in space. Are they conditioned to obey your commands?
VAUGHN: If they are not, I'll destroy them.
DOCTOR: With the Professor's machine?
DOCTOR: With one machine?
VAUGHN: I'll have more made.
DOCTOR: But you'll have to have the Professor's help to do that, won't you? We've got the Professor.
VAUGHN: (irritated) They'll be under my command, exactly like the others.
DOCTOR: But you can't be sure of that, can you?
(The personnel of Henlow Downs are unconscious under the effects of the Cyber-control. Some are slumped at their desks clutching telephones, instruments, whilst others are out cold on the floor. The BRIGADIER, ZOE, and UNIT soldiers rush in and take control.)
BRIGADIER: Fit these men with neuristors, and put the radio over there.
(The radio is set up by the UNIT soldiers).
BRIGADIER: UNIT control, UNIT control, how do you read me, over.
WALTERS: (oov) Loud and clear sir, over.
BRIGADIER: Any trouble?
WALTERS: (oov) No sir, Captain Turner reports they're over the Russian border now sir, over.
BRIGADIER: (to the BRIGADIER) How about the Doctor?
BRIGADIER: Sergeant, how about the Doctor?
WALTERS: (oov) So far, so good sir, over.
BRIGADIER: Right. Out.
(The men of the base are beginning to come round, among them Major BRANWELL and Sergeant PETERS).
BRIGADIER: Take it easy, Major.
BRANWELL: (groggy) What happened? Oh... were we attacked?
BRIGADIER: Now just try and clear your head, there's a great deal to be done.
(The DOCTOR isn't getting anywhere with VAUGHN, and now it is he who is rattled instead of VAUGHN.)
DOCTOR: (impatiently) But you daren't take the risk! Once the Cybermen take over, they'll destroy the world as we know it!
VAUGHN: You're just playing for time, aren't you?
DOCTOR: I'm trying to stop you from destroying the human race!
VAUGHN: Your UNIT friends... you presumably managed to protect them from the Cyber-control as well? What are they planning?
DOCTOR: I don't know what you're talking about.
VAUGHN: (laughs to himself) Packer?
PACKER: (appearing on the monitor) Yes sir.
VAUGHN: Is the radio beam in the compound aligned yet?
PACKER: (on monitor) Yes sir, it's all ready.
VAUGHN: Good. Then link the beam to the invasion fleet.
PACKER: (on monitor) Right Mister Vaughn.
VAUGHN: Whatever it is your UNIT friends are trying to do... it's too late.
(BRANWELL is having a hard time believing the BRIGADIER's story.)
BRANWELL: But this is fantastic. Unbelievable.
BRIGADIER: Nevertheless true. We believe they'll be sending their full invasion fleet at any time. If they get here, we've had it.
BRANWELL: I see sir.
(They cross to the radar console.)
BRANWELL: Sergeant Peters?
BRANWELL: Anything on the scope?
(The full circle described by the radar beam reveals nothing.)
PETERS: Not a glimmer sir.
BRANWELL: Well sir?
BRIGADIER: I suppose we could be too late.
ZOE: What's the maximum range of your radar?
PETERS: Accurate up to fifty thousand miles, miss. Not so good after that.
ZOE: Well that means we're not likely to pick them up until they're almost on top of us.
BRANWELL: 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.
(As PETERS activates the missile countdown, a series of STANDBY signs on the main wall are illuminated, one after the other.)
1 3 5 7 STANDBY STANDBY STANDBY STANDBY 2 4 6 8
(Near to the base, the missile launching pads are activated, each holding several multiple-stage rockets. With a whirr of machinery, the pads are elevated and then the missiles raised to firing angle.)
(VAUGHN is talking to the CYBER-PLANNER while the DOCTOR looks on.)
CYBER-PLANNER: The transporters will be launched.
VAUGHN: All agreed.
CYBER-PLANNER: The invasion fleet will arrive in two parts.
DOCTOR: (rushing up to VAUGHN) You must stop them! This is madness! You can't trust them!
VAUGHN: Don't you understand yet? I have no alternative. (whispering to himself) I can't stop now to have the work destroyed! (louder) I must go on, I must!
(The BRIGADIER is talking to Sergeant WALTERS on the radio set.)
WALTERS: (oov) That's what we hear sir. The rest of them are on their way. Over.
(From the opposite side of the room at the radar console BRANWELL calls out.)
BRANWELL: Something coming in now sir.
BRIGADIER: (into microphone) Anything from Captain Turner. Have they landed in Russia yet?
WALTERS: (oov) They've landed sir, but we've heard nothing more. Over.
BRIGADIER: I see. Out.
(The BRIGADIER joins BRANWELL and PETERS. The radar scope is now beginning to show several objects at the maximum extent of it's range.)
PETERS: Sir, it's just on range limits now, sir. Faint yet, but moving in fast.
BRIGADIER: Is it.
BRANWELL: It looks like it, sir.
PETERS: More sir now, look. They're on a ballistic trajectory.
(As the radar sweeps across the direction of the Moon successively more and more objects are revealed in apparent formation.)
ZOE: How long before they appear within range of your missiles?
PETERS: At this rate, a couple of minutes at the moment, miss.
BRANWELL: Sergeant Peters?
BRANWELL: Where are we on countdown?
PETERS: T minus forty-five seconds sir.
(BRANWELL crosses to the public address system for the base.)
BRANWELL: Launch crew hear this. Forty-five seconds to lift-off. Prepare fuse locks.
LAUNCH CREW: (oov) Fuse locks in preparation. Arming code running.
(Behind BRANWELL the display on the main board has progressed to display the status of the countdown.)
1 3 5 7 PHASING PHASING PHASING PHASING 2 4 6 8 1 3 5 7 READINESS READINESS READINESS READINESS 2 4 6 8
BRANWELL: Run co-ordinate program A theta.
PETERS: (calling BRANWELL) Sir!
(BRANWELL crosses to PETERS and ZOE at the radar. The scope is now teeming with ships.)
ZOE: There are more of them!
BRANWELL: Sky range probes active. Yes, what is it.
PETERS: More of them sir!
LAUNCH CREW: (oov) Arming code run. All warheads ready for lift-off activation.
BRANWELL: Oh we can't get them all, let's take as many as we can. Lift-off activation check.
PETERS: Co-ordinate program running sir.
BRANWELL: Set program A theta to guidance.
(ZOE has been thinking about an idea for a while, and crosses to BRANWELL to mention it.)
ZOE: Major, I think we stand a good chance of getting at least ninety percent of them.
BRANWELL: How, we haven't got enough missiles.
ZOE: Oh please Major. Just knocking out half a dozen of them would do very little good at all. Let's try for them all.
BRANWELL: Look Miss, I know my business and I'm telling you we haven't got enough missiles.
ZOE: 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.
BRANWELL: No there isn't time to compute all the relevant information - they'd be on top of us by then.
ZOE: Give me thirty seconds.
(The BRIGADIER, who has been listening with interest, intervenes.)
BRIGADIER: Give her what she asks, Major. Thirty seconds.
BRANWELL: But sir - this is ridiculous!
BRIGADIER: Just thirty seconds.
BRANWELL: (after a moment) Hold for thirty seconds!
PETERS: Sir, that doesn't give us much time.
BRANWELL: Alright Sergeant, I know. Countdown to begin T minus forty-five seconds.
(ZOE races to the instrument desks at the rear of the room and begins writing down telemetry information for programming the missiles, to the bemusement of the army technicians. After scribbling down the last piece of data she returns and produces the paper for Sergeant PETERS.)
ZOE: Here. Feed this into your computer.
BRANWELL: Do as she says. I'll take over here.
BRANWELL: You'd better be right.
ZOE: I am!
BRANWELL: T minus forty-five seconds from now.
(BRANWELL activates the countdown. The status board now lights up with a new row of illuminated messages:)
1 3 5 7 ARMED ARMED ARMED ARMED 2 4 6 8
(The missiles on the launching range are swiveled into their final positions ready for lift-off. Nearby the dish of the base's long range radar rotates.)
(Major BRANWELL has produced two keys with which to arm the missile firing console, and inserts each into a slot in the desk.)
PETERS: Information computed sir.
BRANWELL: Thankyou Peters. Set computer guidance, now.
PETERS: T minus thirty-two seconds.
LAUNCH CREW: (oov) Launch crew clear sir.
BRANWELL: Yes, all guidance now computer controlled, check.
PETERS: T minus twenty-eight seconds...
T minus twenty-two seconds...
BRANWELL: No hold-ups, please!
PETERS: T minus fourteen seconds... Thirteen... Twelve...
(As the count-down closes in below ten seconds BRANWELL simultaneously turns the two keys in the missile firing console ninety degrees clockwise to activate the lift-off controls.)
PETERS: Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Zero.
(BRANWELL presses down on the launch button.)
(One after another, the missiles are fired off from the missile launching range. After a short time the outer first stage rockets are explosively jettisoned and the second stage of the missile plows further into the stratosphere.)
(The Cyberman invasion fleet is rapidly approaching the Earth. Suddenly, the missiles home in and strike their targets, and ship after ship explode in sequence.)
(VAUGHN and the DOCTOR are standing before the CYBER-PLANNER.)
CYBER-PLANNER: The first transporter fleet is being attacked and destroyed. You have betrayed us.
VAUGHN: (shouting in fury) NO!
CYBER-PLANNER: The failure of this mission is due to you. We will now take over the invasion.
VAUGHN: NO! WAIT! GIVE ME TIME! I CAN STOP THIS OPPOSITION!
CYBER-PLANNER: There is no more time.
VAUGHN: I WON'T ALLOW THIS INVASION TO...
(VAUGHN approaches the CYBER-PLANNER in a fury, and the CYBER-PLANNER releases a pulse of energy which drives VAUGHN staggering backwards.)
CYBER-PLANNER: We no longer need you. A Cyber-megatron bomb will be delivered. We must destroy life on earth completely. Every living being.
DOCTOR: (to VAUGHN) Is this what you wanted? To be the ruler of a dead world?
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