"We no longer need you." "The Cyber-Megatron bomb will be delivered." "We must destroy life on Earth completely." "Every living being." "Is this what you wanted, Vaughn?" "To be the ruler of a dead world?" "You can't do that." "You can't destroy the world." "What about me?" "You are of no further use to us." "The Cyber-invasion must succeed." "The bomb will be delivered." "Hey, you better call..." "UNIT Control calling the Brigadier." "UNIT Control calling the Brigadier." "Over." "Every single one of them, knocked right out of the sky." "Exactly as you predicted, a chain reaction of explosions." "It's fantastic." "How do you do it?" "Well, it's all quite logical, really." "Hardly any calculation needed at all." "Except for simple stuff like speed, angle of descent, and relative positions of the spaceships." "Can't we keep her on, sir?" "She's much prettier than a computer!" "UNIT Control calling the Brigadier." "Quiet, everyone!" "UNIT Control calling the Brigadier." "Over." "Yes, Sergeant, what's the flap?" "Corporal Benton here, sir." "Benton?" "Well, what's happened to Sergeant Walters?" "He's taken over the Geneva link, sir." "Oh, I see." "Well, what's the flap?" "It's news from the Doctor, sir." "Just come through on his open channel." "They're going to drop some sort of bomb." "Bomb?" "Bomb?" "You mean the Cybermen are?" "Yes, sir." "Something called a Cyber-Megatron bomb." "They're going to wipe us all out, sir." "Right, Benton." "Stand by." "We're on our way back." "Out." "We're moving out." "Keep in touch, Major." "We'll keep all radio communication on an open network," "so you'll know what's going on." "Right, sir." "And keep your eyes skinned in case they start sending more stuff in." "And try and get a fix on that bomb." "If we do, sir, we'll try and touch it off on its approach orbit." "Right." "Let's go!" "Yes, sir." "But if you do, you'll destroy everything here!" "Even your own Cybermen!" "The sacrifice will be small." "You can't do this!" "I won't let you!" "You cannot stop us." "No one can." "Now you're beginning to understand the Cybermen, Vaughn." "You can't make bargains with them!" "I won't let them take over, I won't!" "You think you're indestructible?" "Well, I can destroy all of you!" "Opposition is useless." "The Cybermen will..." "Vaughn!" "Switch it off." "You'll blow us all sky high!" "I'll destroy them all!" "All!" "It's dead." "I killed it." "I destroyed it." "That won't stop them." "They're still out there in space, preparing to destroy the world." "Five years, and in less than five seconds!" "Vaughn, listen to me." "The Cybermen will deliver their bomb on the same radio beam they used for their invasion." "You've got to turn it off, man." "You've got to turn it off!" "What?" "We're both on the same side now." "Both fighting for our lives." "You've got to turn the radio beam off!" "The radio?" "Yes!" "That's how they'll deliver their bomb!" "The radio beam!" "Yes, yes, Packer must..." "Packer!" "Packer!" "Where are you?" "Vaughn!" "They've taken over!" "The Cybermen, they won't obey!" "They've killed the..." "They're coming after us." "Vaughn." "What have you done to us?" "What have you done?" "Vaughn!" "Where is the transmitter for the radio beam?" "We can't fight them." "They're too powerful, too many of them." "Oh, don't be a fool, man." "Where do we turn it off?" "At the compound, but they'll be there." "Right." "We must stop them." "Brigadier, Brigadier, this is the Doctor." "Can you still hear me?" "Yes, Doctor, we heard everything." "What do we do?" "There are only two possibilities." "We must either cut off the transmitter of the radio beam at the compound or destroy the Cyberman spaceship." "How much time do we have?" "Oh, I've no idea." "It could be minutes or hours." "Depends how long it takes them to prepare this bomb of theirs." "Well, destroying the spaceship is going to take time." "Now, we've heard from Captain Turner." "The Russians are with us, but they say it'll take at least 1 0 hours or more to get a missile that far." "Then there's only one chance." "The radio beam." "Er, wait." "Vaughn." "Now, Vaughn, will you help us?" "We must try to get to the controls of the radio beam." "We'll never do it in time unless you help us!" "You still think you have a chance?" "Yes, if you'll help us!" "Help you?" "Why should I?" "Well, to save us!" "To save yourself!" "And if I survive, what future have I got?" "What will the world do with me?" "Oh, for heaven's sake, stop thinking about yourself!" "Think of the millions of people on Earth who are about to die!" "Appealing to my better nature." "No." "If I help you, it'll be because I hate them." "The Cybermen, my "allies"." "You think I'm mad, that all I want is power for its own sake." "No, I have to have power." "The world is weak, vulnerable, a mess of uncoordinated and impossible ideals." "It needs a strong man, a single mind." "A leader." "Vaughn, will you listen?" "Right." "I'll help you to destroy them because I hate them." "They... destroyed my dream." "Doctor?" "Ah, yes, Brigadier?" "We have a chopper in the area." "Can you get up to the roof?" "Yes, yes, we'll wait there for you." "Wilco." "Out." "Your UNIT friends are very efficient." "I'll lead the way to the roof." "No, no, no." "I'll take that." "The Cybermen will be guarding the radio transmitter." "Oh, dear." "Brigadier to Wing Commander." "Get us airborne and head for the nearest airstrip to the compound area." "Red sector 2." "Wilco." "Take over, Benton." "Right, sir." "Are we going to go in and help the Doctor?" "Yes." "He'll need it if he's got to fight his way through 200 Cybermen." "Yes, I only wish we had more time to release more men from the Cyber-control." "As it is, we've only got a platoon!" "Captain Turner to UNIT Control." "Come in, Control." "Do you read me?" "Over." "Loud and clear." "Hang on, sir!" "Yes, Jimmy, over." "Hello, sir." "The Russians have fitted a warhead to the rocket now, sir, a super-cooled hydrogen device." "It's a solid fuel booster so it's nearly ready for liftoff." "Over." "Good, Jimmy, sounds promising." "We probably haven't got all that much time, but there's no reason why we shouldn't chuck everything we've got at them." "Out." "Ready for takeoff, sir." "Takeoff." "All UNITpersonnel to flight positions." "Standard takeoff procedure." "Assault platoon, prepare for action." "ETA 1 5 minutes approximately." "All mobile UNITgroups, proceed to red sector 2 area." "I say again..." "Do you think that Russian rocket stands any chance?" "At that distance?" "Not enough time." "No, I suppose not." "That's why those Cybermen things are keeping their range." "They know they're safe." "But you never know, they could take time to get that bomb of theirs ready, and that Russian rocket might make it." "Yeah, it just might." "Sir, Captain Turner reports Russian missile on its way." "Wish him luck." "Now, Captain Turner will be keeping us posted stage by stage, so keep listening, Benton." "Sir." "UNITsector 5 chopper to command." "Over." "Command here, receiving you, over." "Coming in to land at the compound, red sector 2, my passenger wants a word." "Over." "Yes, Doctor?" "Er, Brigadier." "We're just coming in to land at the compound." "Yes, well, hang on till we get there." "We'll give you support." "No, no, I'm sorry, Brigadier." "We must go in right away." "Otherwise, we'll be too late." "But that's madness." "You don't stand a chance against the Cybermen without us." "Oh, don't worry." "We have the Professor's machine." "It's proved to be very effective so far." "Well, don't take any chances." "We'll get there as soon as we can." "Where should we head for?" "Vaughn says that the transmitter controls are in the old IE factory." "That's on the east side of the compound." "Right." "Chopper Pilot to command, sir." "Coming down now." "What shall I do?" "Stick around?" "Over." "Yes, hover above them." "It'll give us a bearing." "Wilco, out." "How long before we touch down, Benton?" "About 1 0 minutes, sir." "Right, get the men out as soon as we've taxied in." "Right, sir." "Assault platoon, prepare for action." "Maintain constant communication with control on red-alert frequency." "Can we come with you?" "Well, I don't really think..." "It'll be the last chance I'll get to photograph the Cybermen." "Please." "Well, as long as you keep out of the way." "At least I'll be able to keep an eye on you this time." "What are you doing?" "We must destroy them!" "We want to get to the radio transmitter control room!" "The Cybermen don't know we're here yet." "Let's keep that element of surprise." "Come on, we'll try down here." "Now they know we're here." "Right." "Up there." "We'll go over the roofs." "That's it." "That's where we've got to get to." "Down there." "There's the chopper." "The Doctor's over that way." "Follow me!" "Yes, sir." "Look out!" "Look out!" "Come on!" "Is this the only way down?" "Yes." "Come on, then." "Cybermen!" "Take cover!" "Grenades!" "Bazooka!" "If they come around, move." "Stop!" "Forward!" "That was just a dozen of them." "I'd hate to have to meet a hundred." "Forward!" "Forward!" "They've got a main control switch for the radio beam." "There doesn't seem to be any Cybermen about at all." "That's odd." "Well, let's not waste time, then." "Look behind you!" "Whoa!" "Doctor, get down!" "Right, bazooka!" "You all right, Doctor?" "What?" "Yes, yes, it's there, in that building." "The radio transmitter control, you've got to destroy it!" "Leave it to us." "Forward!" "Just a second." "Oh, but I..." "That's it, that's better." "Sit still." "And for the moment, the crisis is over." "The radio transmitter's been destroyed, so the Cybermen can no longer deliver their bomb." "But their spaceship is still sending out its hypnotic signals." "The world is still paralysed." "To stop these signals, we have to destroy the Cyberman spaceship." "Sir!" "The Russians have already launched a missile which should arrive on target" "in approximately six hours..." "What is it, Sergeant?" "Something on the screen, sir." "Moving in fast." "If this is successful, then the world will be..." "Look at the size of it!" "...released from the Cyber-control, and we can mobilise our forces to fight the Cybermen" "remaining on Earth." "That can only be one thing." "The spaceship." "In this case, I'd like all units..." "Hello, UNIT Control." "Hello, UNIT Control." "Henlow Downs calling UNIT Control." "Over." "Yes, Major." "Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but we've picked up a large UFO approaching Earth." "It's standing off at about 50,000 miles." "Outside our range, I'm afraid." "Over." "They've moved in." "Why?" "Thank you, Major." "Out." "Get Captain Turner." "Right, sir." "UNIT Control calling Captain Turner." "UNIT Control calling Captain Turner." "Do you read me?" "Why do you think they've moved their spaceship in so close, Doctor?" "UNIT Control calling Captain Turner." "I'm not sure." "UNIT Control calling Captain Turner." "Possibly to try to avoid the Russian missile..." "Or..." "Or to deliver their bomb by other means." "Yes, I'm afraid so." "UNIT Control calling Captain Turner." "You see, from where they were, let's say 2 30,000 miles out in space, their conventional missiles couldn't deliver the bomb, so they had to come in close." "But in moving in 50,000 miles, they've come into range of the Russian missiles!" "Well, it can't be more than a few miles from them!" "But it's going in the opposite direction!" "Captain Turner here." "Over." "Here we are, sir." "Yes, Jimmy." "Sir." "Sorry about the delay but we've had a bit of a flap on here." "Yes, we know." "Can the Russians turn their missile?" "Yes, sir." "How long before it strikes?" "They estimate 1 2.5 minutes, sir." "Thank you, Jimmy." "Out." "That's more than time enough for them to deliver their bomb, move out to safety, isn't it?" "Yes, Brigadier, I'm afraid it is." "Yes, well, this is going to be a long 1 2 minutes." "Sorry, sir." "There it is." "The Russian missile." "Thank heavens for that." "I'll tell UNIT Control." "Ah!" "Must be the Cybermen's bomb." "Red alert procedure!" "Raise all missiles!" "It'll be in range in about 30 seconds, sir." "It's travelling fast but we stand a good chance of picking it off." "Over." "How about the Cyber-spaceship?" "Is that still there?" "Still there, sir." "If they don't shift soon, that Russian missile will hit it right on the button." "Let's hope so." "Coming into range, sir." "Must go, sir, over and out." "1 5 seconds." "Right!" "Let's get it first time, lads!" "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero!" "She's going wide!" "Prepare two!" "Two away, and it looks good!" "Splendid!" "Stand by three, just in case." "Standing by!" "Ten seconds and it's on the button!" "It's on the button!" "We've done it!" "Hello, UNIT Control." "Hello, UNIT Control." "Henlow Downs calling UNIT Control." "Over." "Sir, the Russian missile, it's almost on top of the spaceship!" "I think they've got her!" "Tired?" "No." "Exhausted." "Okay, you can take a breather." "Thanks." "Thank goodness I don't have to do any more modelling for a living." "What is this new job of yours, then?" "Well, because of my photographs of the Cybermen in action," "I've got an exclusive contract with a publishing group." "So I'll be travelling all over the world, snapping away with my little black box." "What will you do now?" "Oh, when the Doctor's finished making his circuits, we'll be off again, I suppose." "Where to?" "Well, we're never really sure." "Hello." "Ah!" "Here comes my dolly soldier." "Cheeky." "Zoe, the Doctor says he's almost ready to leave." "I've got the Jeep outside." "Oh, fine." "But what about Jamie?" "Oh, he's all right." "He's just having a checkup at the hospital." "We'll pick him up on the way." "Well, can I come with you?" "As long as you promise not to call me your "dolly soldier" in front of the Brigadier, yes." "Come on." "Right, come on!" "Here?" "Yes." "This is fine, thank you." "A field?" "There's nothing here." "Are you sure this is the place, Doctor?" "Ah, yes, yes." "Well, I'm very much obliged to you, Captain." "Goodbye, Doctor." "Goodbye to you." "Goodbye." "Goodbye, Isobel." "Goodbye." "Goodbye, everyone." "Goodbye." "Why are they going into that field?" "I have no idea." "Now, then, where exactly did we leave it, hmm?" "Er, you two try over there." "What's he doing?" "Search me." "There we are, all done and ready to go." "Bye-bye." "Bye-bye!" "Bye." "A police box?" "I don't believe it!"