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Edgar, we don't even
know if this is a contact point.

Three Tuesdays in a row...

always between 6:30 and 7:00

and always the same alien

and I had him followed
by different guards.

What else could it be?

Maybe he just likes the service.

That's it.

Need some gas?

Be with you in a minute.

Interested in
some tires, mister?

No, I'd like to
see that briefcase.

Hold it!

You all right?

Yeah.

The other one got away.

Anything worthwhile in there?

I don't know.

Most of it seems to be in code.

I've seen this one before.

Yeah, so have I...

on one of the TV newscasts.

He's been nominated to head up

some important
new tracking facility

specially geared for
the exploration of space.

Well, if that tracking facility
can help us get out into space,

it could help the
aliens coming in.

Starring Roy Thinnes as
architect David Vincent.

The invaders...

alien beings from
a dying planet.

Their destination... the Earth.

Their purpose... to
make it their world.

David Vincent has seen them.

For him, it began one lost night

on a lonely country road

looking for a shortcut
that he never found.

It began with a
closed, deserted diner

and a man too long without sleep

to continue his journey.

It began with the landing of
a craft from another galaxy.

Now David Vincent knows
that the invaders are here.

That they have taken human form.

Somehow, he must
convince a disbelieving world

that the nightmare
has already begun.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Raymond St. Jacques...
Janet MacLachlan...

Roscoe Lee Browne... Kent Smith.

For two days a senate
subcommittee has been meeting

to consider the nomination of
a man named Arnold Warren

for an important post

in the international
space program.

David Vincent has
reason to believe

that Warren is an alien.

He has 24 hours to prove it.

Mr. Baxter?

Yes.

David Vincent... I left
a note at your office.

Yes, I read it.

Why don't you call my secretary

and see if we can't set
something up for next week?

Your report on Warren
is due tomorrow.

That'll be all, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Not that way.

Why not?

That's David Vincent talking

to the committee investigator.

Five minutes is
all I'm asking for.

Mister Vincent, I have
a luncheon engagement.

I don't think you
could convince me

of anything in five minutes.

I can if you're
willing to listen.

Come with me.

Five minutes.

Vincent, I've heard
some beauts in my time,

but you've got them all whipped.

"Arnold Andrew Warren,

born March 18, 1925."

You saw the birth certificate?

Baptismal, and I
spoke with his father.

He does have a father?

Maybe.

"Attended public schools."

I saw the diploma.

At his father's
place, I suppose.

At his father's place.

"Enlisted in the army in '43.

"Won the DSC with the
101st airborne on D-Day.

"After the war, he went to
work for Carter Electronics.

They went out of
business in '49."

It figures.

Jim, you in there?

Oh, yeah, honey.

Hi, Daddy.

Hi, champ. How are you?

I going to have lunch with you.

That's right. That's a deal.

Oh, uh... Mr. Vincent,
my wife Mrs. Baxter.

How do you do?

Mr. Vincent was just leaving.

Nice to have met you.

Nice to have met
you, Mr. Vincent.

Michael, don't mess
up Daddy's desk.

Apparently, you think

this Warren is really
something special.

I do.

Well, he, uh, he must have been

to have been awarded
the DSC with a unit

that wasn't integrated
until six or seven years later.

See you later.

Celia... Yes?

Do you remember when
the army was integrated?

'50, '51... somewhere in there.

What's the matter?

It's Warren.

He lied to me.

No, no...

I didn't say I got
it in the 101st.

I said I got it with the 101st.

That's a very subtle
distinction, Mr. Warren.

I'm not quite sure...

Now you're bound and
determined to ruin my image.

Well, here goes...
The plain truth.

I was a cook.

A cook?

Yes... assigned
to a field kitchen

in the area of the 101st.

Now, the Germans
overran our lines

and I found myself with
an M-1 instead of a spatula.

Now, I think those airborne
guys were more grateful

not having to eat my cooking

than they were
over anything else.

Anyway, that's where
the DSC came from.

I hope that clears
everything up.

Yeah. Yeah, I think
we're on the beam again.

It must really get to you

having to hear out
someone like Vincent.

Doesn't make things
any easier, that's for sure.

Well, have a good lunch
and I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah... see you tomorrow.

Well, are you satisfied now?

No, I'm not.

I didn't mention Vincent.

They did.

Yes, I'd, uh... like to
call Syracuse, New York,

person to person, collect...

Mr. Edgar Scoville,
s-c-o-v-i-double l-e.

Yeah, well, I may have
shaken him up a bit,

but, uh, he's still handing
in the report tomorrow.

Mmm.

Well, I can ask him,

but I don't know
if he'll show up.

10:00?

All right.

Right.

I'll talk with you later.

So long.

You know, that boy
and his blanket...

He can't find it

and he won't go
to sleep without it.

You can go ahead and
look, but it's not in here.

That report will be ready

for tomorrow, won't it?

That's hard to say.

Maybe it will and
maybe it won't.

But I thought you'd finished it.

Heading up that tracking station

is a pretty important
post for a Negro, isn't it?

Oh, so that's it.

I just asked a question.

Just because he's Negro,

I'm not going to whitewash him.

"Whitewash"?!

Oh, please, don't
push me, Celia.

Find my blanket yet?

Michael, who do you think

the best baseball
player in the world is?

Willie Mays.

And who's the
best football player?

Gale Sayers.

You go on in now.

I'll be along to tuck you in.

He needs heroes,
Jim... black ones.

Hey, Mike!

Who throws a football

better than anyone else?

Johnny Unitas.

Is this a game?

No, champ, not really.

Go to bed now.

Now, what was your point, Celia?

Oh, hello, Vincent.

I'm sorry I can't let you in.

I'm trying to put
the kid to bed.

Did you at least ask him about
the 101st Airborne Division?

Oh, yes, I did, and he
answered satisfactorily.

Satisfactorily? What
does that mean?

It means I'm an
investigator, Vincent.

That's a fancy word for a cop.

And a cop moves
on facts, not hunches.

And he's supposed
to keep an open mind.

Aren't you?

Vincent, I don't
want any part of this.

Neither do I... I never
have... But I know they're here.

Just listen to me for
a minute, will you?

A friend of mine,
Edgar Scoville,

has a plant on River Road.

He's had his own men
investigating this case

for a long time.

He wants to meet with you.

Meet me in the south
parking lot at 10:00 tonight.

Good night, Vincent.

Please take the card.

Did Mr. Vincent leave?

Yeah.

I found it under the couch.

Here, give it to me.

I'll put it over him.

Love you.

Oh.

Love you, too.

Dinner.

Where's Scoville?

In Syracuse.

Well, I thought you
wanted me to meet him.

No, I meant I wanted
you to talk to him.

Sit down.

Closed-circuit TV.

He uses it for inter-
plant conferences.

Evening, David... Mr. Baxter.

Mr. Scoville.

What convinced you to
come here, Mr. Baxter?

The trusting part of me says
I should keep an open mind.

The cynical part
says I should give you

enough rope to hang yourselves.

That's all, Mr. Baxter?

No, it's not.

Call it a cop's intuition...

call it what you want...

there's always been
something about Warren

that didn't quite jibe.

Something that wasn't... Human.

That's your term, not mine.

Not yet.

David's probably told
you that aliens don't bleed.

Two years ago, Warren
headed a construction project

in South America.

There was an
explosion on the job.

18 men were pretty badly cut up.

17 of them bled.

Warren became sort
of a legend down there.

The natives called him
"the man who couldn't bleed."

I did some checking

on the doctor who
treated him... Hold it.

Show me that picture again.

His hand.

His hand.

What are you talking about?

Look at the palm of my hand...

then his.

It's darker.

I never saw a black
man like that before.

Tomorrow he makes
a television address

in Baltimore, and then he says

he's going fishing
up at Beaver Kill.

So?

There's a regeneration
station there.

We've been trying to
pinpoint it for months.

We figure if he
doesn't show there,

he'll die.

Now, if there's a way

to postpone
tomorrow's hearing...

I can try.

And if we can find a
way to keep him here...

Oh, man.

If... if...

if I had a hundred legs,
I'd be the Rockettes.

All right. I'll see
what I can find out

from his so-called father.

We'll meet here
tomorrow afternoon.

No, you'd better not.

My wife Celia...

well, her brother was
killed seven months ago.

Vietnam war?

No.

The one in this country.

Last summer... Detroit.

Anyway, it's important to her

that we keep things moving.

If she were to find
out that I was trying

to stop Warren's appointment...

No problem. We'll arrange
to meet somewhere else.

I'll call you.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

See you.

Senator?

This is Jim Baxter.

I'm terribly sorry to have
to disturb you at this hour,

but I'm afraid there's
going to be a delay

on the Warren security report.

Oh, well, no. I don't want
to say how serious it is now

until I have time to
look into it tomorrow.

Oh, no, sir.

It's absolutely necessary.

I know what I said, Senator,

and I'm sorry to throw
a monkey wrench into it.

Oh, no, sir, I'll definitely
need the weekend.

Yes, sir. Well,
thank you, Senator.

Thank you very much.

Celia!

Meanwhile, in Vietnam,

VC guerrillas were
successfully driven back

from two villages yesterday

and U.S. Marines have moved in

to consolidate
their positions there.

American casualties
for the month

are down almost 50%.

A spokesman for the
Secretary of Defense...

Mr. Warren?

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you?

Bob Tobin, freelance writer.

I was thinking of doing
an article on your son.

I'd like to ask some questions.

Oh, sure.

Come right up, young man.

I'll be glad

to talk about Arnold
any day of the week.

Bad news again for
Mr. And Mrs. Consumer.

Figures compiled by the
Department of Labor Statistics

reveal that the cost of living
index has risen another...

Can I get you a cup
of coffee or anything?

No, thank you.

Well, let me shut off
this contraption here...

so we can hear ourselves think.

Now... so you ask
me any old thing

you have a mind to.

Well, let's begin
with his childhood.

What kind of student was he?

Do you remember
what schools he went to?

Mr. Baxter, I understand

that it was you who requested
a delay of the hearings.

That's right.

Well, if there's anything I
can do to expedite matters,

I'd be happy to.

You see, I have a speaking
engagement this evening

and an appointment
with a very large... trout

for the weekend.

There's nothing you can do.

Mr. Baxter...

you know as well as I do
that delays feed rumors...

and rumors can cause
a great deal of trouble,

especially for a man like me.

You understand.

Like you?

No, I don't understand.

Well, I'm trying to say
as politely as I know how

that you're not being
very loyal to your race.

Which race is that?

Negro... or human?

I'm sorry, I couldn't help
you out anymore, son,

but it seems like
a lot of them dates

just gets all boggled
up in my head.

That's all right.

I understand quite well.

Looking for something?

This your car?

I rented it. Why?

We got a robbery report
a couple hours ago.

A car just like this.

Oh, yeah?

May we see your license, please?

Don't policemen usually
ask for the license separately?

Vincent got away!

The afternoon papers
say you might have found

something to disqualify Warren.

Is that true?

Maybe.

I don't know yet.

Can you tell me what it is?

Honey, it's a whole
bunch of things.

Little things, maybe.

But mainly, his
record doesn't verify.

One company that he worked for

they've gone out of business.

Another's been nationalized.

The church where
he was christened

all of their records
have been destroyed.

But most important...
it's his hands.

The color of the
skin of the palms...

The color of his skin!

What's wrong with
the color of his skin?

The color of the
skin of the palms...

Jim, what's wrong with you?

Well, there's nothing
wrong with me.

I'm trying to tell you...

You wouldn't be this hard on
a white man and you know it.

You started this song and
dance, now you finish it.

Well, it's true.

You're playing Whitey.

Trying to find some picky
little thing wrong with him

just so you can prove
you're better than he is.

Well, I am better.

I have to be better.

I have to be...

better than anyone else.

I don't even raise my voice
in a family argument, see?

Because I don't want them to say

we don't know how to
have a good family life.

I mow that stinking, lousy lawn

not once, but twice a week

because this house
is going to be neater,

more well kept, than any
other house on the block.

You want black heroes?

Fine.

I want them, too.

But they're going to be
real heroes... no flaws...

The absolute best.

So we've got to run faster

just to stay in the
same place, is that it?

Yes, I'm afraid that's it.

And you better get used to it.

All right, baby, you
feel that way... bye.

Hello?

Mrs. Baxter, this
is David Vincent.

I'm in a bar called Ollie's
at Fifth and Coolidge.

Tell your husband
I'm in trouble.

They have me pinned down
here but there's an alley out back.

I'm sorry, you've reached
the wrong number.

Hey, Casey... what's
going on up there?

Help you?

Change for the phone, please.

Right.

Cops... looking for
somebody, I guess.

Hey, mister.

Yeah.

Here's your change. Thank you.

I, uh...

don't make much money
off phone calls, friend.

Yeah, I'll have a beer.

He's not sure he's
going to make it.

He wants to come
up there right now.

Well, he's getting weaker.

That's why he wants
to cancel the speech.

Well, what do they say?

All right, we'll do it that way.

They're going to bring the
regeneration van to Baltimore.

Five minutes after the TV
show, you'll be as good as new.

I'll never make it.

Of course you can
always call them back

and tell them you don't
accept their decision.

I'll be fine... just fine.

Do you have to run that thing?

No, only if you want Michael
to have some clothes to wear.

Vincent should've called by now.

Maybe he forgot.

No, he said he would call.

Celia?

Where's Michael?

Why? What's wrong?

He left the phone off the hook.

Michael Baxter!

You come here right now.

He's at the Harlands, Jim.

He can't hear you.

Well, Vincent
could've been trying

to reach me for hours.

Well, if it's important,
he'll call back.

"If it's important"?!

Jim, do you honestly
believe what Vincent says?

Celia...

I don't think you know
what you married...

I'm a cop.

A guy who's trying
to keep the lid on.

And that's all I'm doing now.

I'm a good cop, Celia.

Jim...

can I get you anything?

A sandwich and a
beer would do nicely.

Okay.

Jim, you know
what would be nice?

Maybe next weekend,
if we ask your mother

if she'll take Michael
for a few days,

then you and I could, uh...

I don't know, drive up
to see Esther and Sam.

Or if you want to, just
stay here by ourselves.

Oh, it seems like
a million years

since we've had any
time together, you know?

Jim?

Jim?

This is an emergency.

They're two doors down, friend,

so I think you better split.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Look...

I don't care much
what they want you for,

but I'm not going to have my
place busted on account of it.

What makes you
think they're after me?

Bartender's intuition.

I've got a sign says "we reserve
the right to refuse anybody."

You look like
anybody to me, so split.

All right, why don't you,
uh, call the station house,

tell them I'm here.

All I've got to do

is put my head out
the door and holler.

Why split the reward?

Look, I... I killed a cop.

Those guys outside
try to capture me

they'll take me to the
station house in pieces.

But if you call
the station house

and bring the
reporters down here,

I'll have a chance
to go to trial.

Is that straight?
About the reward?

It's straight. You'll
get your money.

Storeroom in the
back. Get moving.

Look, friend, don't tell me
you ain't looking for anybody.

There are two cops
in here right now.

Numbers 54 and 78.

But he said he killed a cop.

Out.

Search him.

Outside.

You got to advise
him on his rights.

It's our duty to inform you

that you have the
right to remain silent.

You're entitled to a lawyer.

Leave that man alone.

Stay out of this, mister.

Drop it.

You ain't no cops.

You're even wearing
phony badges.

You can split if
you want, friend.

Are you sure?

Everything is copacetic.

Hold it.

Warren's giving his speech

in a few minutes.

Your husband should be
around here somewhere.

Will you be all right?

Lots of perspiration.

You sure you're not coming down

with the flu, Mr. Warren?

No, I'm just fine. Thank you.

All right. We're
about ready for you.

Why don't you come
over and get set.

Shh.

It's all right, honey.

Don't worry.

When you left,
I thought I'd die.

All right. Now get in the car.

I didn't know where to find you,

but I knew you'd
know where to find me.

I figured if we
could stop Warren

from getting to that
regeneration center...

15 minutes. Be ready.

Yes, sir.

The regeneration
center came to him.

Ten minutes after he steps
inside that truck over there,

he'll be as good as new.

How many people
came with the truck?

I've seen three,

plus whoever is
with him in the studio.

It won't be easy with
just the two of us.

Three of us.

Jim, please.

I've fought you so long on this,

let me help you now.

No, you're out of
it and that's final.

But the two of you
can't do it alone.

Then it won't get done.

David, you talk to him.

Tell him nothing
will happen to me.

I'm not going to lie to him.

We can handle it
ourselves, can't we?

I'm not going to
lie to you, either.

Well, now that you've
talked me into it,

there's just one thing.

Somebody's got to
tell me what to do.

But surely we all acknowledge

that any civilization
has its set of tribal laws

of taboos, if you will,

and once that point is admitted,

it becomes clear that our own
nation is not so far removed.

But we, too, are breaking
down our taboos, our tribal laws,

as we who are committed to
tracking through space do so...

Ready.

How much time will you need?

We'll need ten minutes

to take over the
regeneration van.

And I hope it's been
as educational for you

as it has been enjoyable for me.

Thank you.

And we fade.

Very good.

Thank you very much, Mr. Warren.

Come on, let's get out of here.

No, not yet.

There's a woman outside
wants to talk to you...

Syndicated columnist.

It'll only take a
few more minutes.

William, I don't think I
have a few more minutes.

Our people in the
van say you do.

What's wrong?

I've seen that woman before.

Hey, baby...

Man, have you seen my car?

Red convertible...
dual carburetors?

No, I haven't seen it.

We're doing a little
repair work around here,

so if I was you,
I'd get out of here.

Go on, get out of here.

Now, wait, man,
take it easy. Wow.

I'm afraid that a long
interview at this time

would be out of the
question, Mrs. Harris.

After my confirmation
by the senate

I'd be only too happy to...

But so many of my
people are curious

about what you might
accomplish for them.

Mrs. Harris, don't
you mean our people?

Well, I meant my
readers, of course.

Of course, I realize
how busy you must be,

Mr. Warren, but...

And I appreciate your concern.

You have no idea of the
rigors of appearing in public,

testifying before a
senate committee,

being investigated by thorough,
conscientious, painstaking men

like your husband, Mrs. Baxter.

We're going to the
truck, Mr. Baxter.

I'd appreciate it if
you wouldn't follow.

Celia, get the car.

Jim...

you'll have to testify

and I'll call you
when I need you.

Do you really think

they're going to believe me?

Not a hundred percent, no.

What you and the technicians
say will go on record.

What they have to do now

is find a replacement
for Warren.

Well, I hope if he's Negro,

that he can take it

because Jim Baxter
would make him

run through hoops
to prove himself.

Jim, good luck.

Thanks for everything.

Celia.

Good-bye, David.

James A. Baxter,
special investigator

for a senate subcommittee,

a formidable ally
for David Vincent

who will join the battle
against an alien race...

the invader from the sky.