BY KIT PEDLER
AND GERRY DAVIES
first broadcast - 22nd October 1966
running time - 23mins 31secs
1. TRACKING ROOM
TECHNICIAN: Yes sir, it's er, er... There are hundreds of them, sir!
(On the radar screen hundreds of small blips have appeared. They are moving quickly.)
CUTLER: Hundreds of what, man?
TECHNICIAN: Spaceships sir. In formation!
CUTLER: Spaceships. That means only one thing, more Cybermen. Dyson, see if you can get hold of Zeus 5, I want to speak to my son.
DYSON: Trying now, sir.
(Cutler walks towards the communications equipment. Nearby, the Doctor suddenly starts moaning and collapses. Ben, Polly, Barclay and a technician gently lower him to the ground.)
BEN: What's the matter, Doctor?
POLLY: Doctor, what's the matter?
BEN: What's happened to him?
POLLY: Ben, do something quickly.
BEN: Yeah, he needs medical help and quick.
(Ben rushes over to General Cutler.)
CUTLER: Yes, what is it?
BEN: It's the Doctor, he's passed out, he's ill!
CUTLER: Look, I've got enough on my plate without worrying about him. Get him down to one of the cabins and look after him. You, give him a hand.
TECHNICIAN: (oov) Yes, sir.
DYSON: Coming through now, sir.
DYSON: Snowcap to Zeus 5, Snowcap to Zeus 5, how do you read me?
(Terry Cutler, General Cutler's son, speaks over the radio to them.)
TERRY: (over radio) Zeus 5 to Snowcap, reading you loud and clear, over.
(General Cutler takes the microphone off of Dyson.)
CUTLER: Give me that. (to Terry) Hello,
son. Zeus 5, are you experiencing any power loss?
TERRY: Hey, that voice sounds familiar.
(Terry can be seen on one of the monitors.)
CUTLER: Repeat, any power loss?
TERRY: You sound very het up down there. Yeah, there's some loss of power when I'm in orbit on the same side of this new planet but, er, it picks up again on the far side. I guess I'm shielded there. Er, what happened to Williams and Schultz?
CUTLER: Well, um, you won't be meeting up and docking with them now, there's been a little trouble. Er, what we have to do is get you down now.
(Ben and Polly are sitting by the Doctor on a bunk bed. The Doctor is lying unconscious on the bottom bunk.)
BEN: Oh, a fine time he picks for a kip.
(Ben stands up and begins to walk away.)
BEN: Come on Polly, we must get back to the control room.
POLLY: We can't leave him.
BEN: He seems all right, his pulse and breathing are normal.
POLLY: I don't understand it. He just seems to be worn out.
BEN: Well look, there's nothing we can do till the quack gets here anyway, come on.
POLLY: (resignedly) All right.
3. TRACKING ROOM
(General Cutler is continuing his conversation with Terry. Ben and Polly are now back in the room.)
CUTLER: (into microphone) Yes well, let me
know if there's any change. Now look son, we're getting readings
on our screens down here of a large formation of spaceships. Have
you seen anything up there?
TERRY: Sounds kinda spooky. No, I've nothing to report so far.
CUTLER: They're on your orbit about... 30 miles below you.
(Terry looks out of his porthole.)
TERRY: No, I can't see anything, but er, it's pretty dark
CUTLER: Keep your eyes open and report any sightings immediately, OK?
TERRY: Check, sir.
CUTLER: Now take care son. We'll get you down as soon as we can. Out.
(Cutler puts the microphone down and wanders over to the monitors.)
DYSON: What do we do now?
CUTLER: I hope I'm right. Now listen men, the situation as I see it is this: we've got three major problems on our hands. One, my son has been sent up on a foolhardy mission and we've got to get him down. Two, another visit from these creatures is almost a certainty. Three, the Earth is being drained of it's energy by this so-called planet Mondas whatever it's called.
DYSON: Well there's nothing we can do about any of them.
CUTLER: That's where you're wrong, Mr Dyson, we can do something. We can destroy Mondas.
BARCLAY: But that's impossible!
CUTLER: Impossible is not in my vocabulary, Dr Barclay.
BARCLAY: And just how do you propose to do it?
CUTLER: By using the Z-bomb.
BARCLAY: (disgusted) You can't do that!
CUTLER: I can and I will.
DYSON: What about the radiation effects on Earth?
CUTLER: That's a risk we'll have to take.
(Cutler moves across to the communications desk.)
BARCLAY: But to use this bomb you'll have to get authority
CUTLER: I'll get authority fella, right now. Get me Geneva.
(He passes the phone to Barclay.)
BEN: What is a Z-bomb?
CUTLER: What is it? It's a doomsday weapon mister, and rightly primed it could split that planet in half. There are two or three at strategic positions round the globe; we have one of them and the means of delivering it to Mondas.
(Barclay passes Cutler the phone.)
BARCLAY: Secretary Wigner, sir.
CUTLER: (into phone) Secretary?
4. ISC, GENEVA
(Wigner is sitting at his desk. His two aides and technician are nearby, as ever.)
WIGNER: Yes, General?
CUTLER: (over phone) The expected attack sir, they've been sighted in force.
WIGNER: Yes I know, we've just got reports, they are coming in from all over the world. And to make matters worse, the energy drain is increasing rapidly. (to technician) Relie les lignes de communication avec tous les gouvernements! Allez-y.[translation from French: Connect the lines of communication with all the governments! Go.]
TECHNICIAN: Tout de suite. [translation from French: Right away.]
(The technician walks away.)
WIGNER: Cutler, you must hold on as best you can.
5. TRACKING ROOM
CUTLER: Yes sir. Request permission sir to take defensive
action against this planet.
WIGNER: (over phone) What action?
CUTLER: The Z-bomb, sir. Mounted in the warhead of the detonator rocket and fired at Mondas it could destroy it.
6. ISC, GENEVA
WIGNER: We can't take the risk. It might have disastrous effects, both on Earth and the atmosphere. We would have to consult our top scientists.
7. TRACKING ROOM
CUTLER: But there isn't time for consultation. Er,
this is an emergency!
WIGNER: (over phone) We must know exactly what we are doing.
CUTLER: But there isn't time, we'll have to take a chance!
8. ISC, GENEVA
WIGNER: No general, you must take no precipitous action. This is quite out of the question.
9. TRACKING ROOM
CUTLER: Yes sir. But you do give me authority to
take any action necessary against the Cybermen?
WIGNER: (over phone) Yes of course, you must do all you can.
CUTLER: Yes sir. Thank you sir.
(Cutler puts the phone down.)
CUTLER: Right gentlemen, prepare to start the countdown.
BARCLAY: But surely you haven't got the authority to use that bomb?!
CUTLER: Secretary Wigner has given me authority to take any steps necessary to stop the Cybermen.
BEN: Yeah, but I bet that didn't include using the Z-bomb!
CUTLER: (shouting) That is my order!
BEN: (to Barclay) Look, tell him he can't use this bomb, Barclay, we'll all go up with it!
CUTLER: Now look you. Ever since you came into this base you and that old man have poked your noses into things that don't concern you. Well, you have just done it for the last time. You, take them out of here and lock them up with the Doctor.
(Cutler marches off and a guard comes over to Ben and Polly.)
POLLY: But just a minute, are you sure there's only one
way of dealing with the Cybermen?
CUTLER: As they are about to attack us, yes, I am sure.
BEN: But there is another way, to wait!
BARCLAY: I don't follow.
BEN: Look, the Doctor said that it's not only Earth that's in danger but that Mondas itself is in far greater danger. Otherwise, why have they bothered coming here?
CUTLER: And just how did he figure that out? It's draining energy from the Earth, isn't it?
BEN: Yes, but he said eventually it would absorb too much energy and burn itself out. Well, shrivel up to nothing. So all we've got to do is wait!
(Ben hits a fist onto the desk in frustration.)
CUTLER: Wait? Sure, wait until these Cybermen friends
of yours get here and take over this planet. Oh no, mister, we're
not going to wait. We're just going to accelerate the process a little.
We're going to make it disappear just a little bit sooner, that's all.
BARCLAY: But don't you see, general? A nuclear explosion on Mondas would deliver a terrific blast of radiation, enough to destroy all the life on the side of the earth facing it. It might even turn into a sun, a sort of supernova, and it would certainly destroy the space capsule.
CUTLER: That's a risk we'll have to take. So far as the capsule's concerned, Dr Barclay, you are going to program that bomb so that it hits Mondas at a time when my son's orbit has taken him to the far side of the Earth!
BARCLAY: But there are no guarantees of success.
CUTLER: I'm not arguing, Dr.
RADAR TECHNICIAN: They're coming in closer, sir.
(Cutler walks over to the radar screen. Polly walks over to Ben and starts quietly talking to him.)
POLLY: I'm coming with you.
BEN: No love, you stay here.
POLLY: But what about the Doctor?
BEN: Look, I'll look after him. You heard what Barclay said, I think he's scared, so work on him, get him on our side.
POLLY: All right.
(The guard drags Ben out of the room. Cutler walks over to Barclay.)
CUTLER: All right, Barclay, the bomb. Well?
BARCLAY: You'll have to be present at the fusing, General. Dyson is not allowed to do it without you.
CUTLER: OK Dyson, let's get on with it.
(Dyson stands up.)
POLLY: Can I stay and help?
CUTLER: What do you think you could do?
POLLY: Well, I could make some coffee or something.
CUTLER: Oh all right, I suppose we could do with some. Now, don't lose contact with my son and keep track of those Cybermen. Let me know the moment an attack is imminent.
TECHNICIAN: Yes sir.
(Cutler leaves the room. As he does, Barclay takes his glasses off and starts fiddling with his hair with worry. Polly looks on, concerned.)
(The Doctor is lying on the bed facing the wall. Ben is trying to rouse him.)
BEN: Doctor! Doctor! Oh, what's the use?
(Ben begins pacing the small room.)
BEN: There must be a way out of here somewhere.
(Ben goes to the door and pushes a penknife into the lock. The door doesn't budge.)
BEN: Oh, they didn't make locks like that in 1966.
(Suddenly, Ben notices a large grill on the wall over the top of the bunk bed.)
BEN: Hey, wait a minute!
(Ben climbs onto the top bunk.)
BEN: I wonder where this leads to?
11. FUSING ROOM
(The fusing room is full of equipment. Several of the walls have banks of computers and instruments on them. In the middle of the room is a small platform. Part of the Z-bomb is on it, waiting to be fused. It is connected to various things overhead by lots of wires. The thick door is marked with a radiation symbol. There is a permanent clicking noise. Cutler and two technicians are in the room, all wearing protective clothing. Dyson enters, also wearing a protective suit.)
CUTLER: Right, we'll fuse it now.
DYSON: Yes sir.
(Dyson walks onto the platform and inspects everything.)
CUTLER: Well, come on Barclay. What are we waiting
DYSON: Last minute checks, sir.
CUTLER: This little baby's gonna solve all our problems.
DYSON: Yes, sir.
CUTLER: Well at least you agree with me, Dyson.
DYSON: If we get this away, do you think we stand any chance, sir?
CUTLER: What do you mean, there's no alternative?
DYSON: The old man could be right, it might be better to wait.
CUTLER: Wait nothing. History is littered with guys who waited, and where did it get them? Nowhere.
DYSON: There are the radiation effects. I mean, nothing is known, the results of this bomb could be quite fantastic.
CUTLER: Haha! You've never talked so much since you came to the base, Dyson. What's the matter, you scared?
DYSON: No, not exactly.
CUTLER: Come on man, admit it. I am. I'm scared for that son of mine. That's why we've got to get this thing away.
(He gestures to the Z-bomb.)
CUTLER: Otherwise we'll never get him down. Well
come on you fellas, time's short, let's get moving.
DYSON: We can start now.
DYSON: Ready? Right. Seven, two, four, six, eight, eight, two...
12. TRACKING ROOM
(Barclay is watching the R/T Technician attempt to contact Zeus 5. All he can hear is static.)
R/T TECHNICIAN: Hell. Still can't raise that Terry
BARCLAY: Well keep trying man, keep trying.
R/T TECHNICIAN: Snowcap to Zeus 5, Snowcap to Zeus 5, come in please.
(The static continues.)
BARCLAY: Let me know the instant you hear from him.
R/T TECHNICIAN: Yes sir.
(Barclay walks away. The R/T Technician continues to talk in the background. Polly is preparing coffee.)
POLLY: How do you like your coffee?
BARCLAY: Oh, as it comes.
POLLY: Are you trying to get in touch with General Cutler's son?
BARCLAY: (snapping) Look, you just keep your mind on making coffee, will you.
(Barclay takes a cup of coffee from Polly.)
BARCLAY: I'm sorry, that was rude. You must be scared
stiff with all this happening.
POLLY: I am rather.
BARCLAY: Well, try not to worry about it.
(Barclay sips some coffee.)
POLLY: If Mondas turns into a sun and pours out deadly
radiation, how much will it affect us?
BARCLAY: I don't know, it may not affect us at all.
POLLY: That's not what you said just now.
BARCLAY: I know, but I'm not at all certain what would happen.
POLLY: But what could happen?
BARCLAY: Well, the radiation could affect us, and that means a certain loss of life. And the vegetation would, well suffer badly for many years.
POLLY: And you're prepared to just let this happen?
BARCLAY: Well what can I do, Cutler holds all the cards.
R/T TECHNICIAN: 13 minutes to countdown, Dr Barclay.
POLLY: Can't we wait, fight off the Cybermen until Mondas is destroyed? It would probably mean the end of Cutler's son, but that's one life against millions.
BARCLAY: Yes, but what can I do? If I don't follow the general's orders he's bound to, well, carry on on his own without me. You know, he's a very ruthless man.
POLLY: Can't we pretend to follow his orders, but in fact make sure the rocket doesn't go off?
(Barclay looks hopeful. Suddenly, Cutler enters the room and Barclay and Polly spin round nervously.)
CUTLER: Anything to report?
RADAR TECHNICIAN: Yes sir, the signal on the screen is still there, 1500 miles north north-east.
(Cutler strides across the room to the radar.)
RADAR TECHNICIAN: It's been stationary for the last ten
CUTLER: Let me know the moment it starts to move.
RADAR TECHNICIAN: Yes sir.
CUTLER: Any word from my son?
BARCLAY: We can't seem to raise him, sir.
RADAR TECHNICIAN: The signal sir, it's moving. Coming in fast, course 0-1-5.
CUTLER: Where's it heading?
RADAR TECHNICIAN: Straight for here, sir.
CUTLER: Must be.
BARCLAY: Anti missile battery?
CUTLER: No. No, I've got a better idea. We'll let them land and then ambush them with their own weapons.
(Cutler walks over to the R/T Technician and taps him on the shoulder.)
CUTLER: Put the whole base on red alert.
R/T TECHNICIAN: Very good, sir.
(The R/T Technician flicks a switch and speaks into a microphone. Everyone can hear the announcement.)
R/T TECHNICIAN: Now hear this. All base to red alert, repeat, all base to red alert.
(The R/T Technician continues the announcement and Cutler picks up the phone.)
CUTLER: (into phone) Security... Major, put section one under snow camouflage and issue them with the captured Cybermen weapons. Report to me on R/T when complete.
(Cutler puts the phone down and turns to Barclay.)
CUTLER: How long to countdown?
BARCLAY: Ten minutes.
CUTLER: They'll be here by then. We'll have to hold them off, then proceed with the normal launching.
(Cutler picks up the phone and talks into it.)
DYSON: (over phone) Bomb's in position, sir, will you check it now?
(Cutler puts the phone down.)
CUTLER: We've just got time before the battle commences.
(Cutler leaves the room and Polly dashes over to Barclay.)
POLLY: (whispering) Quick, now's our chance.
BARCLAY: For what?
POLLY: To go and see Ben, we need the others to help. Hurry, before it's too late.
(Polly dashes away.)
(Ben is trying to open the grill. He jumps as Polly dashes in.)
BEN: Strewth, you gave me a turn then, duchess.
(Ben jumps to the ground.)
POLLY: How is he?
BEN: Oh, he's just the same.
BEN: The quack's been to see him, he says he'll be all
POLLY: Dr Barclay's going to help us.
BEN: Oh, good. Now look, is there anything we can do to stop this rocket?
BARCLAY: Well, it can be immobilised quite simply if we can get into the rocket silo.
BEN: Well, can't you?
BARCLAY: No, it's under constant guard. If I or anyone else tried to tamper with the controls we'd be discovered immediately.
BEN: Well, is there any other way in?
BARCLAY: No... Wait a minute!
BARCLAY: There is one way. I designed this part of the base. That ventilator shaft leads straight into the rocket silo. But I doubt if I could get into it, it would be a tight squeeze.
BEN: But I might! Though if it leads into the rocket silo, would I need a radiation suit?
BARCLAY: No, that part is screened. But there's a guard outside and an engineer checking instruments inside.
POLLY: Well couldn't we distract him, get him outside?
BARCLAY: Perhaps. Now look, this is what you would have to do.
(Barclay goes over to the table and starts drawing a diagram on some paper. Ben and Polly join him.)
BARCLAY: Along the side of the rocket...
BARCLAY: Just level with the walkway, there is a panel marked Plug Servo Leads. You'll need a screwdriver.
BEN: Oh, well I've got this knife.
(Ben puts the knife on the table.)
BARCLAY: Oh, that will do. Now, unscrew the panel
and inside you will see four small plugs. Take out any one of them
and snip off a pin and put it back.
BEN: What'll that do?
BARCLAY: Well, the fuel pump pressure will fall to zero at blast off.
BEN: You mean the engines won't work? But I mean, won't they discover it?
BARCLAY: Not in six months! It's not the sort of fault they look for.
(Suddenly a siren starts up.)
BARCLAY: The Cybermen. Now look, this is what you have to do.
(Barclay draws a picture of the shaft.)
BARCLAY: You come out of the ventilation shaft, down a ladder at the side...
14. POLAR LANDSCAPE
(Another Cybership lands. Nearby, the section one guards are covered over by snow, with just the Cyber guns visible. About 10 Cybermen march towards the base. The guards fire the guns and one by one the Cybermen collapse.)
15. VENTILATION SHAFT
(Ben crawls along the shaft. He reaches an intersection and consults Barclay's map. There is a breeze blowing at him. He goes straight on.)
16. ROCKET SILO
(Ben reaches the grill. Inside the room are various banks of equipment. There is also an engineer in the room. Ben watches him perform some checks. Another engineer walks in and beckons the other one to follow him. He does.)
17. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE ROCKET SILO
(Barclay is holding a clipboard and begins talking to the two engineers.)
18. ROCKET SILO
(Ben gets his knife out and begins unscrewing the grill.)
(Polly is sitting down, watching the Doctor, concerned.)
POLLY: I wish you'd wake up.
(Polly stands up. She hears someone coming and quickly gets onto the top bunk and covers herself with the blanket. She sneezes. A guard enters and checks that the Doctor and `Ben' are still there. He leaves and Polly emerges from the blanket. She looks up at the grill, concerned.)
20. ROCKET SILO
(Ben pushes the grill open. It falls noisily against the wall. He swings onto the ladder and climbs into the room. He looks at his instructions and crosses over to the console marked Servo Plug Leads.)
21. POLAR LANDSCAPE
(The three guards emerge and collect all the dead Cybermen's weapons.)
22. TRACKING ROOM
(Cutler is watching the guards on a monitor.)
CUTLER: Well that's accounted for that lot.
(The Radar Technician turns the monitor off.)
CUTLER: Tell them to bring the captured weapons down to
the guard room.
RADAR TECHNICIAN: Sir.
(Cutler turns round to talk to Barclay and notices he is gone.)
CUTLER: Where's Barclay?
DYSON: I don't know sir, he wasn't here when I got back.
CUTLER: Know where he went?
DYSON: Maybe to the rocket silo.
CUTLER: (suspiciously) Right.
(Cutler leaves the room, quickly. Dyson taps the R/T Technician on the shoulder.)
DYSON: Mr Burns, check my figures on the second stage boosting.
R/T TECHNICIAN: Sir.
23. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE ROCKET SILO
(Barclay is still talking to the engineers. Cutler arrives.)
CUTLER: What are you doing here, Dr Barclay?
BARCLAY: General, I... I, I, I, was just checking these... with Haynes.
(Cutler shoves Barclay out of the way and enters the rocket silo.)
24. ROCKET SILO
(Ben is leaning inside the control panel. He doesn't hear Cutler enter. Cutler strides over to him and pulls him out by the neck. Cutler then pushes Ben off the walkway. A guard enters.)
CUTLER: All right. Get him down to the tracking room.
(He points down at Ben. The guard walks away and Barclay and the engineer enter.)
CUTLER: (to engineer) You, check that rocket,
see if he's done anything.
BARCLAY: I can explain this, general.
CUTLER: Yes, I'm sure. Right now you're coming with me, I need you. We'll talk about this after that rocket's gone.
(Cutler and Barclay dash out of the room.)
25. TRACKING ROOM
(Everyone is in the room at their posts. Ben is sitting on a chair, half concussed. Polly is looking after him. Cutler is lecturing them.)
CUTLER: Now, listen, I am warning you. If that rocket
doesn't take off for Mondas, if my son's life is in jeopardy because of
him... I'll take the law into my own hands. That goes for you too,
Dr Barclay. You'd just better make a good job on that launch.
OK, start the countdown.
BARCLAY: Preliminary checks are not complete, general.
(Cutler walks over to the R/T Technician, annoyed.)
CUTLER: See if you can get through to my son again.
R/T TECHNICIAN: Snowcap to Zeus 5, Snowcap to Zeus 5, come in please.
TERRY: (over monitor) Zeus 5 to Snowcap, reading you loud and clear, over.
CUTLER: Give it to me.
(Cutler snatches the radio.)
CUTLER: (to Terry) Son... Son, have
you seen any sign of those spacecraft yet?
TERRY: No, I haven't seen a thing, there's ah, just me up here at the moment, ah, all on my lonesome.
CUTLER: Ah, well watch it. They move mighty fast.
TERRY: Well, when are you going to bring me down?
CUTLER: Well we... can't do it just yet, you'll have to hold on. We have to deal with Mondas first.
TERRY: Hey, wait a minute. The capsule's getting a little slow on the controls.
CUTLER: What about your power?
TERRY: Ah, it ah, loses and then picks up again.
CUTLER: Yes, that's Mondas affecting it. Don't worry son, we'll get you down just as soon as we're able.
TERRY: Well that can't be too soon for me.
CUTLER: Good luck, son. Out.
TERRY: Luck. I'm gonna need it.
(General Cutler is very worried. Barclay is sitting at the communications desk. He speaks into the microphone and makes an announcement.)
BARCLAY: All systems ready to proceed with countdown, Barclay
speaking. Check in please. Silo control.
POLLY: Ben. Ben, please wake up.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Check.
BARCLAY: Gantry team.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) A1 OK.
BARCLAY: Fire control.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Check.
BARCLAY: Fuel control.
(Cutler goes over to one of the desks.)
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Lovely, check.
BARCLAY: Search monitors.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) OK.
BARCLAY: Bomb fuse team.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Completed, check.
BARCLAY: Booster guidance.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Check.
BARCLAY: We are starting at T-minus two minutes starting from... now!
(01:59 counts down.)
POLLY: Ben, are you all right?
BEN: Oh, ohh! Who's that?
POLLY: Shh, keep your voice down.
BEN: Oh, what happened?
POLLY: I'll tell you later.
BARCLAY: Radar sectors check. T-minus 1-50 and counting.
(1-49 counts down.)
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Check.
POLLY: Did you manage it?
BEN: Ah, my head, it's splitting!
POLLY: Did you, Ben? Try and remember.
BEN: I can't think.
BARCLAY: T-minus 1-40 and counting. Clear silo. Booster giros... on.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Final clear... we have a fault on range computer. Check circuits.
BARCLAY: Stop the countdown!
POLLY: Does that mean they've found the fault?
BEN: I don't know!
CUTLER: What's the matter with those range computers?
BARCLAY: Only a minor fault, general. Holding at T-minus 01-35.
CUTLER: It had better be minor, Dr Barclay.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) All clear.
BARCLAY: Proceed with countdown. Starting from... now.
POLLY: It's going to fire after all you've done!
(Polly is distraught.)
BARCLAY: T-minus 01-25. Raise the missile.
26. POLAR SURFACE
(The missile rises from a hole in the ground.)
27. TRACKING ROOM
BARCLAY: T-minus 1-05. Everyone out of silo area. Land lines away.
28. POLAR SURFACE
(The man lines retract from the missile.)
29. TRACKING ROOM
BARCLAY: T-minus 50 seconds. Switch firing circuits
to auto action.
TECHNICIAN: (over radio) Will do.
BARCLAY: Countdown timing to automatic.
POLLY: We'll know if you succeeded in just a few seconds.
TECHNICIAN: (over tannoy) T-minus 40 seconds.
(Everyone is apprehensive.)
TECHNICIAN: (over tannoy) T-minus 30 seconds.
(The whirr of the rocket engine reaches the room.)
TECHNICIAN: (over tannoy) T-minus 20 seconds.
(The whirr reaches a crescendo. Everyone is waiting nervously.)
TECHNICIAN: (over tannoy) T-minus 10 seconds.
(The numbers count down.)
TECHNICIAN: (over tannoy) 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...
30. Z-BOMB MISSILE LAUNCH
(The rocket's engines fire into life and the rocket slowly moves up...)
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