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How is he?

Mild concussion.

Could be a broken collarbone.

We'll know more after
the X-rays are developed.

Well, he shouldn't
be left alone.

Oh, he's not going
anywhere, Mr. Vincent.

He's still unconscious.

Is he a relative?

Uh, no, no. I found
him on the road.

I think he was hit by a car.

You're the first
doctor I could find.

Well, he's a very lucky man.

Henry, I think you'd
better come in here.

"Henry."

How many times I've
asked her to call me "Doctor."

Henry, please.

Excuse me, Mr. Vincent.

Sure.

It's the same way on both sets.

What'd you find, Doctor?

Well... nothing
much, young man...

Only that your friend seems

to have no bone
structure at all.

Obviously, something
wrong with the plates.

I don't think so, Doc.

Well... we'll make another set.

Mrs. Thorne, you have no idea

how important
those X-rays can be.

Maybe, but as far
as I can see, the...

You shouldn't be out of bed.

Where's my husband?

Inside.

I think he had a stroke.

Henry!

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've taken human form.

Somehow, he must
convince a disbelieving world

that the nightmare
has already begun.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Sally Kellerman...
James Callahan...

and special guest
star Ed Begley.

A small-town doctor has died,

and his patient has disappeared,

but now David
Vincent has evidence--

X-rays that can prove the
presence of alien beings here,

evidence that he can turn over

to a government research project

at a prominent
Illinois university.

Mr. Vincent?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Crowell.

Delighted you made it.

Did you have any
trouble? Not at all.

And, of course,
Professor Harrison,

the chairman of
our special project.

How are you?

Thankful you've
brought us the X-rays.

Well, uh, let's go to
my office, shall we?

All right, right.

You're sure these are authentic.

Positive.

I was there when
they were taken.

Doctor, this is the proof

we've been after for two years.

It certainly isn't a
human structure.

Mr. Vincent...

I don't know how I can thank you

for contacting
Dr.Crowell about this.

Well, I had read about
the government grant

to your project for UFO
research, and I figured

this is the one place my
sanity wouldn't be questioned.

What are your plans
now, Mr. Vincent?

Well, I have a room
at the Hammond Hotel.

I plan to take the 10:00
a.m. flight out tomorrow,

unless you think I should stay.

No, these X-rays
speak for themselves.

Dr. Crowell will drive
you to your hotel.

And, uh, keep in
touch, Mr. Vincent.

We may need an
affidavit later on.

Of course.

Rest assured we'll
guard these with our lives.

No problem. I have a
duplicate set in my luggage.

So long.

Hello?

This is Argyle.

I'm in Harrison's office.

Vincent has
another set of X-rays.

That's right.

He's at the Hammond Hotel.

Where to?

Airport.

Right.

Take care of that
thing, will you?

Ten years hacking,
never lost a thing.

Okay.

Thanks.

Where you heading,
New York? Yeah.

I got relatives
there, two sisters.

Should have stayed there myself.

A guy can make out in that town.

Dr. Crowell speaking.

Doctor, it's David
Vincent calling.

Don't tell me there's
another delay.

What are you talking about?

Well, the X-rays, Mr. Vincent.

You will be arriving
tonight, won't you?

Uh, listen, Doctor, I'll
be arriving in a half hour.

Fine.

Good-bye.

We received this
wire yesterday morning

saying you'd be a day late.

Never sent this.

Well, then, who
did, Mr. Vincent?

One of your little green men?

Miss Crowell, they're not little

and they're not green.

As a matter of fact, they
look very much like you...

or me.

Good grief, you mean
you might be one of them?

Laura.

Sorry.

That'll be Dr. Mills.

Excuse me.

Light?

You really do believe
in all this stuff, don't you?

Your father does, too.

My father's been taken
in by a lot of crackpots.

Mr. Vincent, I'd like
you to meet Dr. Mills.

Dr. Mills. How do you do?

I told him about last night.

You'll excuse
me for saying this,

but I hope this isn't
just another false alarm.

We've had a lot
of disappointments

in the last ten months.

We stole Harry away
from Stanford last February

about 12 minutes after the
government gave us the go-ahead.

He's the best man we have.

Other than that,
he's a very sweet guy.

Hello, Harry. Do we
still have our tennis date

or has Mr. Vincent's
dramatic appearance

canceled our plans?

Well, this is kind
of important, Laura.

I wonder if we can
make it tomorrow.

Enjoy your visit, Mr. Vincent.

The sacrifices we
scientists have to make, huh?

She's really very fond
of you, Harry, but...

But...?

I wish I understood her better.

She's changed...

Different from
what I've expected.

Well, Sam, 15
years is a long time.

True.

Did you bring that extra
set of X-rays with you?

Yes.

I'll call Professor Harrison

and tell him we'll be over.

What did you mean by "15 years"?

Oh, well, Dr. Crowell's

been separated from
his wife for 15 years.

Laura's been living with
her mother in Europe.

As a matter of fact,
she just came back.

Professor Harrison
is waiting for us...

The real one.

Well, then you really
were in his office last night.

Wasn't it locked?

No.

I'll call us a cab.

Uh-uh, no more
taxis for me, thanks.

Now, Mr. Vincent,
you can't go around

suspecting every cab driver.

I know, I know, but I
have a rented car outside.

We'll take that.

Oh, Dr. Crowell, go right in.

Professor Harrison's
waiting for you.

I'll get these X-rays out.

All right, all set.

Good.

Ed.

This is David Vincent.

Nice to meet you,
Mr. Vincent. How do you do?

Sam, I was on the phone to
Washington again this morning.

Any change?

They've given us
two weeks to prove

we've made some progress.

Or it's all down the drain.

Mr. Vincent,

at the moment, you're very
much like the 7th Cavalry.

Well, I hope it
works out that way.

These are the X-rays.

As you can see,

this is the left shoulder area.

These are remarkable,
Mr. Vincent, as advertised.

Who was present
when these were taken?

I was and Dr. Thorn,

who unfortunately is now dead;

Mrs. Thorn, who
was his assistant

and an X-ray technician.

Do you think she'd come in here

and sign an affidavit?

I'm sure she would.

I'll call and ask her
to fly in tomorrow.

Fine. We'll also need
an affidavit from you.

Well, the 7th Cavalry

will be proud to go
anywhere you ask,

even before your
congressional committee.

But we would like
you to stay in town

while these X-rays
are being studied.

That's no problem.

Fine. Thank you
again, Mr. Vincent.

Uh, please take good
care of those X-rays.

They'll be right
here in this cabinet

under lock and key.

May I ask who has the key?

I do.

Fine. So long.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Oh, uh, Doctor, I
have a few questions.

Would you mind seeing
me tomorrow morning?

Of course.

Come over for coffee.

Thank you.

I'll be at the Hammond
Hotel if you need me.

Ed, those X-rays
are pretty fantastic.

Do you think the committee's
going to believe them?

Well, let's face it, Harry.

Any pictures, including
these, can be faked.

The real question is whether
they'll believe our Mr. Vincent.

The important thing
is, we believe you,

and we're in a position
to do something about it.

So your worries are over.

Not quite.

How did those two
aliens who impersonated

you and Professor
Harrison know I was coming?

Yes, I've wondered
about that, too.

The three of us and Harrison

were the only ones
who knew about it.

No one else?

I felt this was too important.

I've kept it all in the family.

Then you did tell your daughter.

Not even Laura...

although why I shouldn't have,

I can't imagine.

I'm afraid I told her.

I'm sorry, but I
wanted her to realize

how important this work was...

But no one else, believe me.

Where is Laura now?

Oh, at the tennis courts

and getting more
impatient by the minute.

Do you mind if I go along?

No. Please.

Yes, he is.

Oh, just a moment, please.

David, it's for you.

Excuse me.

Sure.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yes, Mrs. Thorne.

X-ray technician.

Where are you now?

Uh, at the airport.

I was able to catch
an earlier flight.

Uh, shall I take a taxi
out to the university?

Uh... no. No taxis, Mrs. Thorne.

We'll pick you up.

I'll leave right now. Bye-bye.

Well, there goes
the tennis game.

Well, we'll stop by
the courts on the way.

Why don't you bring her to
Professor Harrison's office?

I'll tell him you're
on your way.

All right. We'll meet you there.

Well, I can't say I look forward

to explaining this to Laura.

Why don't I do it?

You're pretty anxious
to talk to her, aren't you?

Yes.

Why don't you go ahead?

I can pick up Mrs.
Thorne for you.

You don't mind, do you?

Oh, no.

All right. She's about
50, round face...

Well, she'll be
waiting out in front.

David, uh, just be diplomatic.

That's all I ask... diplomatic.

Who was that man?

Don't tell me he was
one of your aliens.

Who was he?

I think he said he
was from Venus.

That's very funny.

Actually, I don't know.

I never saw him
before in my life.

He just asked me how to get

to the administration building,

and then he saw you and he ran.

Did you think we were
exchanging invasion secrets?

Something like that.

Oh... I guess I am
being sort of hard on you.

I'm sorry.

It's just that my father
is a research scientist,

and he's neglecting
important work

because he's hung up
on this UFO mumbo jumbo,

and your being here encouraging
him doesn't help much.

What makes you think
it's mumbo jumbo?

Woman's intuition...

Which also tells me
Harry's not coming, right?

Right.

Hey, you feeling all right?

You smiled.

Harry apologizes.

He can't make it today.

You should smile more often.

You know, you're
really very attractive.

I think we could be
friends... if you'd try.

What happened to your hand?

Why? What's wrong?

The scar over
your fourth finger.

How did you get it?

A riding accident.

You've got that look again.

Is this scar supposed
to mean something?

No, not necessarily.

One more question
and I'll let you go.

How do you know I want to?

Your father said you
knew I was coming here.

Did you tell anyone else?

Why? Who would I tell?

Answer the question.

No, I did not tell anybody.

Are you sure?

Don't you trust anyone?

All right... I'll come clean.

I was the one... me.

I fingered you to the invaders.

The guy you saw me talking to...

He was my contact.

And you know
how I got this scar?

Falling out of a spaceship.

Now go play your
games with my father

and Dr. Harrison and Harry

and leave me out of it, please.

Excuse me. Uh, Mrs. Thorne?

Yes.

Well, I'm Dr. Mills
from the university.

Mr. Vincent asked
me to pick you up.

The car's right this way.

Mrs. Thorne...?

Yes... yes, quite.

I don't quite
understand, Mr. Vincent.

I simply want to know

how long your daughter's
been living with you.

About two months. Why?

And you hadn't seen her
for 15 years before then.

That's right.

Had you ever seen
a photograph of her

taken during that period?

As a matter of fact, I...

Mr. Vincent, I
don't think I like this.

I know, Doctor. I'm sorry.

I don't like it myself,
but there are some things

that have happened
that I can't explain.

How do they involve Laura?

I don't know. Maybe they don't.

But that-that scar
on her right hand...

Did she have that when she
came back to live with you?

Mr. Vincent, I
refuse to listen to this.

Well, Doctor, I, uh...

I thought you had an open mind.

Isn't that what this
whole project is about?

All right, I haven't seen
a photograph of Laura

since she was 11...

but she's my daughter,
Vincent, my daughter.

I will not allow you

to carry your ridiculous
fears into my home.

When you start seeing
aliens under every bed,

I start questioning your sanity.

When I start
questioning my friends,

I'm some kind of idiot.

Sorry, David.

I know we're
fighting the same war.

Well, I... I guess
I was pushing.

I can imagine how it sounded.

The pressures on you
must be pretty grim.

At least you have allies now...

and some real proof.

And when Mrs. Thorne
authenticates those X-rays

and you've gotten
them to Washington,

maybe there'll be
an end to this war.

Mrs. Thorne, good
to see you again.

Hello, Mr. Vincent.

Mrs. Thorne,
this is Dr. Crowell.

How do you do?

Professor Harrison's
waiting inside for us.

Oh, good. I'm anxious
for Mrs. Thorne

to see the X-rays.

Come in, please.

Mrs. Thorne, Professor Harrison.

Mrs. Thorne... How do you do?

Would you like to sit over here?

Thank you.

Here are the X-rays.

Is the light all right here

or would you like to
step to the window?

No, this is fine, thank you.

Mrs. Thorne, if you don't mind,

I'll have my secretary
make a transcript

of your statement.

I'm afraid I have no
statement to make.

I beg your pardon?

These are not the same X-rays

that I developed in
my husband's office.

What are you talking about?

I don't know what kind of game

Mr. Vincent has
been trying to play,

but I've never seen
these X-rays before.

Well, look... look right here.

You pointed this
out to me yourself.

You're wasting your
time, Mr. Vincent.

I will not sign an affidavit
I know to be untrue.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll find a taxi and
get to the airport.

These are the X-rays you
made; you know they are.

Mr. Vincent,
please. She's lying!

I don't know why.
Please, let me go.

These are the X-rays
you made; tell the truth.

Mr. Vincent, please let her go.

We can't force her to
sign an affidavit, Vincent.

It would be meaningless.

Mrs. Thorne, are you certain

that these are not the X-rays

that you expected to find?

I am positive.

Then I'm terribly sorry

that you had to
make this journey.

So am I.

Mrs. Thorne...

What happened?

You made a mistake, Mr. Vincent.

That's all that happened.

All right, we're not going
to give up on this, Sam.

We've still got Mr. Vincent.

Mr. Vincent...

do you still say that these
are the correct X-rays?

No question.

Well, then, we'll
have to build our case

on your testimony alone.

Is it all right?

Yes.

You're sure?

Yes, I swear. It's all right.

Go ahead.

Mrs. Thorne.

I wish you'd leave me alone.

What is it? What happened?

Nothing.

Well, you know those were
the X-rays you developed.

Please, Mr. Vincent,
just leave me alone.

Mrs. Thorne, they
murdered your husband.

You're helping them.

I know.

Help me.

I can't.

Why?

Did they threaten you?

Was it Dr. Mills?

The man who met
you here at the airport?

No, Mr. Vincent, please.

Flight 432 now
loading at Gate 6.

That's my plane.

I'm only asking for a name.

I'm not a very brave woman.

Please let me go.

Yes, I'd like to place
a person-to-person call

to Professor Richard Kurawicz.

K-u-r-a-w-i-c-z.

Right.

Harry Mills.

That's it.

Listen, call me tonight
if you can, will you?

Yeah, if I'm not
in my hotel room,

try Professor Harrison's
office at the university.

Okay. Thanks, Dick.

Bye-bye.

Looking for someone?

Shh.

You never can tell

where one of those
invaders might be.

Another game? Yeah.

It's called "Laura's pigeon."

I let Harry talk me
into tracking you down.

Why? The usual nonsense.

Harry phoned and said he'd
been looking all over for you.

Asked me if I'd
go to the airport

and see if you were here.

What did he want?

Will you stop playing games
and tell me what he wanted?

The Granville Power Company...

Ever heard of it? No.

It's a deserted plant

about a quarter of a mile
out of town on the West Road.

Harry wants you
to meet him there.

He said it's important.

Is this for real?

To Harry, it is.

All right. Thank you.

Crowell.

You found what?!

An alien regeneration station

at the old Granville
Power Plant.

An alien regeneration station?

Are you sure of that?

Absolutely.

Now, I tried to reach Mills.

He said he was going
to meet me out there.

Harry's here with me.

You... actually saw this place?

Ten minutes ago. Doctor,
this is the best kind of evidence

for that congressional
committee.

How soon can you make it?

We're on our way.

If you have a gun, bring it.

Told you not to
sell Vincent short.

Aren't the police here yet?

Harry thought they
should see this, too.

Good idea. Where have you been?

With Sam. Sounds like
you really scored this time.

You were supposed
to meet me here.

I know you told that to
Sam on the phone, but I...

Gentlemen, let's not
stand here talking.

There's a gold mine in there.

Right this way.

All right, which way?

Right here in this room.

Regeneration tubes...

control panels, everything
was in this room.

Vincent, this place looks

like it's been
deserted for years.

Which one of you is Dr. Mills?

I am.

Uh, this is Dr. Crowell,
Lieutenant Eaton.

This is Mr. Vincent,

who wanted us to come out here.

Hi.

Where's all the stuff?

It was a setup.

They've moved.

And cleaned the place out?

They didn't do a very good job.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

Forget it.

We get all kinds of kooks.

Well, if this is it, I might
as well go back to town.

Uh, fine.

Uh... we'll wait
for Mr. Vincent.

I don't blame you.

He might try to fly
back on a broomstick.

Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Nothing.

Not nothing, Vincent.

You're putting our entire
program in jeopardy.

That's what you want, isn't it?

I beg your pardon?

You wanted it to happen.

That's why you had
me come out here.

Vincent, I think you're
imagining things.

He asked me to
meet him out here.

Impossible.

That's not true.

Make me look like a psycho,

and those X-rays
go out the window.

Harry didn't call
you or anyone else.

He's been with me every second.

From the moment you left
Professor Harrison's office

until right now.

I'm sorry, Vincent.

That's the truth.

Where's Laura?

Now don't start with that again.

Where is she?

Probably at the university.

I promised to show
her the X-rays.

Vincent.

Vincent.

I thought you were
off chasing monsters.

I'll bet you did.

What were you looking for?

Stay away from her, Vincent.

What were you looking for?

I got tired of waiting for you,

and I was looking for
the key to the cabinet

when this madman burst in.

Dr. Crowell, I know how
this is going to sound,

but please bear with me.

She is not your daughter.

Vincent, you are mad.

Or you have a
marvelous sense of humor.

Tell us about the
scar on your hand.

I did tell you about it.

It was from a riding accident.

I think it was from an operation

to correct a
mutated fourth finger.

You're serious.

You're really serious.

Doctor, if you don't
believe me, check her pulse.

What for?

She has none.

None of them have a
pulse or a heartbeat.

It's nonsense,
absolute nonsense.

I'll have to take it myself.

Get away from me. All
right, Vincent, let go of her.

You're going just a bit...

Now we'll settle this.

Get away from her.

Thank you for suggesting this.

She's the one you have
to worry about, not me.

You're paranoid, Vincent...

completely paranoid.

I'd better call the police.

I don't know how
to convince you two.

Look, there's very little time.

At least let me talk to Laura.

Laura is in my
office, and she's going

to stay there until you leave.

That must be the police.

I'm sorry for you, Vincent.

You're a troubled man.

Come in, Officers.

There he is.

All right, mister,
let's go quietly.

Wait a minute.
These aren't police.

I suppose they're aliens, too.

Yes, and the ones who impersonated
you! Let's not have any trouble.

They're not police!

All right, let's go!

These aren't the police!

Come on, you!

These aren't the police!

Keep moving.

They're pretty rough.

Yeah, well, that's
their job, Sam.

But he's not a criminal.

Have the police come yet?

Yes.

But I'm think I'm going
down to the station.

Well, what for?

I don't like the way
they handled him.

Vincent needs medical
treatment, nothing else.

Nothing else?

He could've killed me.

He's a troubled man, Laura,
and we encouraged him.

Now I think we should help him.

See you later.

Sam?

Do you want me to go with you?

No. Thanks.

Just... get Laura
home, will you?

Right.

Hello?

Professor Harrison's
not here now.

Who?

I'm afraid Mr. Vincent
is tied up at the moment,

but I'd be more than
happy to take the message.

Stanford University.

Shoot.

Are you sure?

Dr. Harry Mills?

Well, I don't see how...

That's enough of that, Laura.

Who are you?

Why, Harry Mills, of course.

Harry Mills was killed in an
automobile accident a year ago.

How sad for him.

Who are you?

Well, that question is
rather academic at this point,

don't you think?

The power plant.

You had someone
imitate your voice

asking me to send
Vincent out there.

You wanted him to
suspect me. Why? Why?

What are you?

I thought Mr. Vincent had
explained all that to you.

Laura!

Open this door, Laura.

I just want to talk
to you, that's all.

Just talk.

Laura?

All right, Laura, stay
there if you want to.

Get out, Vincent.

What happens when I
don't show up at the station?

No one will know
that, Mr. Vincent.

We'll send back reports

that you're under
intensive psychiatric care.

They'll never believe it.

You're forgetting
we have someone

very close to the program.

He'll convince them.

He?

Let's go.

This way.

Laura?

Open the door.

I promise, I won't hurt you.

Laura?

Laura?

There's nothing to
be afraid of, Laura.

Stay away from me.

I just want to talk
to you, that's all.

Explain.

I'm warning you, Harry,
there's nitric acid in this bottle.

I'm sorry, Laura.

It was water.

It was only water.

I still can't believe that
Mills was one of them.

I went to the police.

He had never called them.

We have to face it, Ed.

Mills was probably diverting

most of the valid
information that came to us.

All right.

So now we know they're here,

but we don't have one
tangible bit of proof.

You still have my affidavit.

And Laura.

If she testifies
to what she saw,

I'm sure we could
keep the program going

a few more months.

How about it, Laura?

Join our crackpot club?

Of course, I will.

Well, then, Mr. Vincent,
we'll hold up our end,

and if anytime
you need a hand...

Thank you.

I couldn't ask for more.

Yes...

you could ask for
a heartfelt apology

from all of us.

And you'd get it, too.

Laura.

Can I walk you to the car?

Sam, we'd better start
picking up the pieces,

get this program moving again.

Can I ask you something, Ed?

Before today...

have you ever had doubts
about what we're doing?

Well, I guess we all did, Sam.

There are millions who doubt...

some who suspect...
a handful who know.

David Vincent seeks to reveal
the dark face of the invader

so that, before it is too late,

the millions who
doubt will know.