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I can't let her in and that's a fact.

-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -Got it! Ha-ha!

Look, just go home! Just go home right now.

I'm not interfering, 'cause you gotta handle this on your own.

(SCREAMING IN TERROR)

You were just about to investigate,

What, for a year? You forgot for a year?

Here's your ID card.

to see history happening right in front of us.

And where do you think you're going?

UNIT! United Nations Intelligence Taskforce. Good people.

Now they need you.

(TARDIS WHIRRING)

INDRA: But that's not possible. He left this afternoon.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

That's right, don't look round.

Why won't you tell me where you've been?

You see, my mother's in the Flydale Infirmary,

The police urge the public not to panic.

So, um, in 12 months...

is the direct result of hostile alien action.

the ship had one porcine pilot.

But the whole crash landing's a fake. I thought so. Just too perfect.

-Get used to it. -He would've said.

those people who've devoted their lives to studying outer space.

Good point! So, what're they up to?

WOMAN: All right, all right! Keep your hair on! It's not my fault, is it?

-Raise your hands above your head! -(SIRENS WAILING)

No one knows, sir. He's disappeared.

It's... It's alien.

Oh, I'm so glad I got you.

ID cards are to be worn at all times.

Then what is it?

Followed by a list of the dead.