All language subtitles for Attack of the Eye Creatures (1967) Horror, Sci Fi John Ashley, Cynthia Hull TV Movi

(ominous instrumental music)

- Come in.
- General...

- May I see your credentials?

- Certainly.

You ought to have the key.

- Yes, it arrived by special
messenger late this afternoon.

(ominous instrumental music continues)

- Here's your receipt.
- Thank you.

I don't need to remind
you of the necessity

for absolute security on this, general.

- No.

I realize that civilization
itself may depend on it.

- Good luck.

- Sergeant, send that
Lieutenant Robertson

from Security Sector 3 in here.

(tense instrumental music)

(paper rustling)

(doorbell buzzing)

- Sir, Lieutenant Robertson
reporting as ordered.

- Sit down, Lieutenant, and relax.

(papers rustling)

As you know, Robertson, your Sector 3

has not been cleared
for receipt of materials

on Project Visitors.

So, I'll have to give
you a verbal briefing

for relay to Colonel Harrison.

I'll ask that you not take notes,

but that you absorb
everything you see and hear.

Now, due to certain events,

which I'm not at liberty to disclose,

we feel that Sector 3

will be the probable place
for the next contact.

Now, pay close attention
to the information

recorded on this film.

It was prepared by L Section
of our UFO division.

- [Narrator] This latest
military film concerning

Project Visitors was obtained
from the remote controlled

high altitude satellite Space Eyes,

as well as from ground tracking stations.

The latest ship sighted
was of a completely

unfamiliar design, and
came under hyper radar

and infrared surveillance
at 2300 hours yesterday.

The alien ship veered
for a close pass at the

United States Remote
Meteorological Laboratory

in orbit 15 CX.

No attempt at communication was made.

The orbiting object then resumed
its Earth intercept course

at a rocky point along the Sierra Madre

in the western portion
of the United States.

The ship then set a low altitude course

to the east at an extremely
low rate of speed.

The official evaluation
of headquarters command

is that the space vehicle
is probably manned,

will affect a surface landing,
and must be presumed

to be unfriendly.

It is imperative that absolutely no

public information be
released at this time,

to prevent a probable worldwide panic.

Infrared scanners lost
contact with the vehicle

over the central United States
in the general area

of Security Sector 6.

- Any questions?

(knocking)

Alright Lieutenant, your
transportation's waiting.

You should be back in your
sector within an hour.

- Oh, Lieutenant...

You tell Colonel Harrison
that I want those

infrared scanners manned every minute,

twenty-four hours a day,
and that's an order.

- Yes sir.
- Take off.

(ominous instrumental music)

(beeping)

- Got anything on the infrared scope?

- Yep. Moving body.

- Get it on the scanner.

(jazzy instrumental music)

- Ain't science wonderful?

- I only found about it
after I got in the Air Force.

Go to close scan.

- Yes sir, Sergeant.

(clicking)

- Harold...

- Hmm?

- Harold, somehow I
have the feeling that,

oh, that we're being watched.

- Well, sure we are, Belle,
the kids in the other cars.

Later on, we might watch them for awhile.

Right now, let's get back
to minding our own business.

- But Harold, I just
know they're watching us.

- Good. Now, that's over.

Let's go back.

- Wait!

The feeling I have is like
someone out there is watching us.

- It's just your imagination, pussycat.

There's no one hickins'.

- Ah, I truly admire science.

(door opens)

- Alright, Sergeant, what's up?

- Nothing, sir.

Just testing the infrared equipment.

- That means, you're playing
Peeing Tom again, right?

- Right, sir.
- Culver,

how many times have you been busted

for pulling shenanigans just like that?

- You mean this year, sir?

- Altogether.

- Three times, sir.

- We're here for a reason.

A reason important to
the national security,

and don't ever forget it.

- No sir.
- No sir!

- We're here to watch the skies
and not the skylines, right?

- Right, sir.
- Oh, you're ever so right, sir.

- Bad things are going
on up there, right?

- Right, sir.
- Uh, right.

What kind of things, sir?

- Never you mind.

You're here to watch the sky
and not the skyline, right?

- Oh boy, are you ever right, sir!

- Right, sir.

- Now that that's established,
let's take a look and see

how the infrared scanner's working.

(light instrumental music)

- Oh, Harold.

- How about that, pussycat?

- Yeah, how about that?

Sir.

- I think I may make Harold my hero.

Well, back to business, men.

- I have just got to look that girl up

when I get into town.

- How will you find her?

- I'd recognize her eyes any place.

- I'll clue you, Corporal.

- The place most of
these kids end up is...

- Uh, the Pokey?

- Of course not.

They're good kids.

They end up at the terrace at the lake.

Not that I go to places like that myself.

- Oh, heaven forbid.

- But I've heard of it.

- Whatever the Lieutenant says, sir.

- I'm with him, sir.

(rock music)

- Now, will there be anything else?

- Right now I can't
afford what I'm thinking.

(laughs)

- I'm sure of that.
And I've got news for you:

you never will.

- Say, there is one thing.

I was wondering if you
could tell me how to...

I can't read my own
writing here. Let's see...

Could you tell me how to get to...

First base with you tonight?

(sighing)

Well, at least I tried.

- Trying's all we ever do,
ever since we hit this town.

We should have never come
here in the first place.

- Guess a guy's gotta
be a native in this burg

before a dame will give him a break.

- Don't give me that.

- Let's go home. I'm bushed.

- This is country, man.

Things move slow here.

I tell you, I tell you I got
a tip that this town's

a cinch for a quick buck.

Look, so all we have to do is
get some kind of pitch going

at the fairground.

Now all we have to worry
about is finding the right thing.

- Skip it. I'm going to bed.

We'll pull out in the morning.

- Well, I'm loaded for action tonight.

Think I'll take a drive
and see what I can pick up.

- Fat chance.

Remember, the car is half
mine, so drive carefully.

- Your half's the front seat.

I won't be using your half much tonight.

- Oh, big lover.

All mouth, no action.

- Wanna lift back to the hoarding house?

- No, I wanna walk off
my great expectation.

I wouldn't want to hold
back the wheels of progress.

Or, should I say the
progress of a big wheel?

(thunder rumbling)
(crickets chirping)

(ominous instrumental music)

(pulsating noise)

- How about that, baby?

- Oh, Harold.

When you kiss me, I just see explosions.

- You know what?

When he kisses her, I see explosions too.

- Come on, come on.
Stop talking.

Now let's watch.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(ominous instrumental music)

(pulsating noise)

- Wait a minute...

You're sure it was out
by the old Bailey place?

- Sure, dead sure.

- Oh, it was probably a plane going down.

Anything can happen in these
crazy electrical storms

we've been having.

- That's it. Low lightning.
What else?

Or do you still believe the
old Bailey house is haunted?

- Maybe the ghosts have come back.

That old place was built
before the Civil War.

- That could be.

- Well, how's your recruiting
coming along, Lieutenant?

- Not bad.

- Hey, why don't you
Shanghai a couple of them?

- Are you kidding?

- I wonder what they're jabbering about?

- I don't see any girls around.

So, what's keeping you Romeos so busy?

- Jim just saw a spaceship.

- Only one?

With all the beer he drank,
you'd think he'd see

at least a six, and in different colors.

- This one was green.

- Oh, I always preferred the
yellow ones myself.

Say, speaking of the yellow ones,

why don't you all go
over and talk to that

Air Force recruiting officer?

- So, that's what he is.

I've seen him hanging around town.

- That's what he says he is.

Ah, the boys were just
kidding about seeing

a spaceship, Lieutenant.

- Everyone know there's no such thing.

How many times do we have to deny it

before people will believe us?

- Well, excuse me, fly boy.

- Better watch out.

The way things are going,
he may be giving

some of you orders next month.

- Man, I'm booked. They're
dragging me in feet first.

- [Friend] I thought you had
a date with Susan tonight?

- I do. I'm picking her up at 9:30.

She's fussing with a new dress.

- Man, don't play that song,
we know you're waiting

for her old man to get out of the house.

- What kind of dress takes
that long to get into?

- Got to admit, Susan's got
a lot of the right things

to put in the right places.

- Yeah, and they're all mine.

I'll see you guys later.

- [Friend] Right, we'll see you.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Another car load of
them blasted smoochers

on my property.

I'll get the law after them.

(pulsating noise)

(dramatic instrumental music)

I'll fix them!

- The hilltop's crowded
tonight, as usual.

- Well, why not?
We're only getting worse.

Besides, I'm gonna show you the moon.

- The moon I can see anytime.

- You can?

- Uh hmm.

(easy listening music)

Hey, whoa. Take it easy.

Not so fast.
I'm out of breath.

- That just proves you
love me, that's all.

- I'm eloping with you tonight.

That's proof enough, isn't it?

- It sure it is, seeing how
your father hates me.

- Oh, it isn't that bad.

(easy listening music continues)

Hey. Coming up here
was a great idea.

The gang doesn't suspect a thing.

- And we'll be back
before they even miss us.

- No more sneaking up here to be alone.

- And no more outsmarting your father.

I mean, he is the city attorney.

Close your eyes.

Okay. That will make it official.
You like it?

- Oh, it's beautiful.
Let me try it on.

- Uh uh, it's bad luck.

Come on, we're wasting time.

- Hey, cut those lights.

- What are they having?
A night ball game?

- Hey, let's not attract attention.

- Turn 'em off!

- We are on old man Bailey's property,

and I don't think the
police like us up here.

- Yeah. I can see your
father helping me.

Tonight of all nights.

(laughing)

- Be careful. I'd hate to
run into old man Bailey.

- Honey, I can drive
this road blindfolded.

- You've had enough practice.

- A lot.

But never enough.

(tense instrumental music)

- Mike.

Mike, we've made it!

At last we've hit the jackpot!

- Turn off that light, you bum.

- Wake up, I said.

Mike, we've got it made.
We're millionaires.

- Yeah... Yeah. Go to bed!

- But this is different.
It's big!

- Ugh.

- Now, look.

I'm not trying to give
you a pitch, but get this.

You and me are gonna put
on an exhibition with the

first and only truly authentic spaceship.

- You woke me up to tell me that?

- Told you it was big, didn't I?

Well, I've seen one.

Just all these jokers have been saying.

It's big and round and
glows sort of funny like.

And gives off this funny sound like,

rooh, rooh, like that.

- Oh. Rooh, rooh.

- Like that, huh?
- Yeah!

And it landed over somewhere
near that old house

that's supposed to be haunted.

Great, isn't it?

(wonky instrumental music)

- Alright... Alright.

But when I'm rolling
in the dough, don't say

that I didn't invite you in.

Okay, you're invited out.
I'll handle it myself.

Go on! Go back to sleep!

Sleep your life away!

- [Colonel] Yes?

- Sir?

- Come in.

(wonky instrumental music)

Why are these blasted
alarms always at night?

About this so-called spaceship of yours,

just where do you think it is?

- From what these kids
said, it must be somewhere

northeast of town.

- Well, that checks with
the last report we

had from the radar station.

I assume your men had it on the scope?

- Hadn't we'd better get
right out there, sir?

The general was pretty
sore at us for letting

the last one get out of our scope.

Army Intelligence really
scooped us that time.

- "Scoop", did you say?

- Just a figure of speech, sir.

- Well, I hope so.

Lieutenant, there's just
one thing I want to

caution you about.

- Yes, sir?
- In civilian life,

you were a publicity man.

- What are you getting at, sir?

- Just this.

Our job is to prevent a
possible nationwide panic

by keeping the information
from the public.

I figured a public
information officer is about

the last thing we need.

- I didn't request this assignment, sir.

- I know that.

But get this straight, Robertson.

If you leak one word of any
of this to your cronies,

I'll have you court martialed and shot.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes sir. Yes indeed, sir.

- Good. Now go down the
hall and get your men.

And tell them to load their weapons!

(ominous instrumental music)

- Them dratted kids, I'll get them yet.

- [Stan] I can hardly see the road.

- We want to get there in one piece.

- Relax, honey. It's only about
a half mile to the highway.

We'll make it.
Nothing to be afraid of.

(ominous instrumental music continues)

- Stan, look out!
Look out!

(thump)

- What was it?

- I don't know.
It happened so fast.

- I didn't even see it.

- Hey, wait for me!

Stan, what have we done?

It's a body. We've...

- Come on, give me a hand.
Let's take him to the hospital.

(scary instrumental music)

- Stan, what is it?

- I don't know.

- Is it still alive?

- Whatever it is, I killed it.

- Oh, I think I'm going to be sick.

Stan, take me away from here.

(crying)

(tire hissing)

What was that?

- It's the tire, the fender
must have cut it

when we hit that thing.

- Are we stuck here?

- Well, we can't drive on it.

It'll ride off the rim
and I haven't got a spare.

Look, we'll go to the old Bailey
house and call the police.

That's all we can do.

- What was that?

- Wind, I guess.
Come on.

(rhythmic thumping)

(tense instrumental music)

Come on.

What's the matter?

- Well, the kids, they say
this place is haunted.

- Look, it may be.

But I got a feeling that
whatever's in there is a lot

safer than what's out here.

(knocking)

Hello? Anybody home?

- Hurry, Stan. We've got
no right to be here.

- I wonder where he keeps the phone?

- I wonder if he has a phone?

- Come on.

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- Honey, I’d rather do it myself.

- I'd rather you did it, too.

Opening strange doors isn't a thing for

a good, clean living American girl to do.

- You're right. You can never
tell what's on the other side.

- Hey, Stan.

There's the phone on the wall.

- Oh, fine.

Now, you see, there's
nothing to be afraid of.

You just keep your wits
about you, and things

begin to take on the proper perspective.

- Oh, you men.
So masterful.

- I know. You're a very lucky
girl to have a guy like me.

- Keep telling me.

- Operator, give me the
police department.

It's an emergency.

(phone ringing)

Hello? My name is Kenyon,
Stan Kenyon.

I'm out here at the old Bailey place.

- Yeah, young fellah.

What's the trouble?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh sure, you've seen
some little spacemen.

I know. From another planet.

Look, do me a favor.

If you see him again,
will you give him my love and

tell him to go home?

Well, it's Saturday night alright.

That just made it official.

- He thought I was kidding.

(thunder rumbling)

- [Susan] Oh no.

- [Stan] Take it easy, honey.

Why don't you go into the
kitchen, see if you can find

some candles or something?

I'll try the cops again.

- Operator? Hello?

Hello? Operator?

Operator?

(ominous instrumental music)

Operator?

The darn phone's dead,
I guess the lightening got it.

(Susan screaming)

- Stan! Stan, there was
something out there!

- It was looking at me!
- Easy.

- No, but I saw it! No!
- Take it easy.

(tense instrumental music)

- What are you doing in my house?

- You're right. He does
look like a spaceman.

Hi, Mr. Bailey, we hit
something with

our car and we came
up here to call the police.

- You were out.
- The door was open.

- That don't give you
any right to walk in.

Who was it you hit?

- But it wasn't a person.
It was a thing.

- Ah, it don't make no difference.

It all spells people.

And people spells trouble.

I knew it. I knew it was gonna
happen if you kids didn't

stay off my property.

Yeah...

We'll call the police alright.

- The phone's dead.

- That's what you say.

- Look, we didn't kill anybody.
I mean, it wasn't a person.

- It was a space thing, a monster.

- I know it sounds crazy.

- Heh.

- You kids been drinking?

- No, sir.

- What's your name, sonny?

- Stan Kenyon. I work down
at Blender's gas station.

- Yeah, I thought I'd seen you before.

- We didn't hurt anything human.
I told...

- Okay, we'll go.

- And you tell your friends

they'd better keep off of my property,

or they'll get a backside
full of rock salt.

- Yes sir.
- Now, you git!

- Alright.

- Alright, come one, git!
- Okay!

(wonky instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(phone dialing)

- Hello, Sarah?

Tell them to send some
cops out here and chase

these smoochers off of my property.

Ah, alright.

Yeah, see that you do.

(tense instrumental music)
(crickets chirping)

(thunder rumbling)

(tense instrumental music continues)

(low beat thumping)

(tense instrumental music continues)

(knocking)

- Anybody home?

- Mike, it's Carl.

Now, listen...
Listen, Mike!

This time I've got proof.

- What is it, Carl?

- Now, listen, Mike.
I can't tell you what it is.

But I swear I'm telling you the truth.

I can't tell you what it is.

Because I don't know what it is!

It's stuck under a car.

Now listen, Mike...

Get a cab and come out here.

I need your help.

- Yeah, well that's too bad.
I'm going back to sleep.

- [Carl] But Mike!

- But nothing. Goodbye.

- Mike! Don't hang up.

Now listen...
Do me just one favor.

Clean everything out of the refrigerator.

- The refrigerator?

- Yeah. What I'm bringing
home is perishable.

We've got to keep it on ice.

Got it, Mike?

Including the shelves.

That's my boy.
You won't regret it.

I swear to you.

You do believe me, don't you?

I'll be right home with it.

- Sure, everything out
of the refrigerator.

- Everything!

- Got it?
- I got it, I got it.

(wonky instrumental music)

(sighing)

(wonky instrumental music continues)

(mumbling)

- Here...

What the heck am I doing?

I'm as crazy as he is!

(wonky instrumental music continues)

(ominous instrumental music)

(low beat thumping)

(man grunting)
(tense instrumental music)

(pulsating noise)

- I see it. But I don't
think I believe it.

- What a story.

- That's the green light
our jet pilots have been

telling us they've seen.

- Now you're cooking with gas, sir.

- Enough with the jokes, Lieutenant.

If those things turn out
to be unfriendly...

- You've got a point there, sir.

Shall I drive closer,
so we can get a better look?

- No, let's stay right here.

Something may be watching us right now.

Airman, get me Guard headquarters

on that shortwave radio.

I'm gonna get some
engineers right out here

and see if we can get
inside those things.

- You think we should get
some photographers, sir?

- Lieutenant, when you've
been the Air Force

as long as I have, you'll
learn you don't have to think.

All you do is follow standard
operating procedures.

- Yes sir.
- In this case,

SOP calls for engineers,
not photographers.

- [Airman] Excuse me, sir.
I got the National Guard.

- Give me that thing.

I'm gonna report this personally.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Listen.

- Yeah, come on. Let's see what it is.

(clanking)

- What is it?

- It's one of those
space things, a live one.

- What's making that noise?

- He's banging away at
the fender of the car

with some kind of a hammer.

- Oh, let's get out of here.

- I'm with you.

(tense instrumental music)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Oh, how much further?

- Just about another quarter
of a mile to the highway.

- Oh, I wish we had
stuck to the main road.

These shoes weren't
made for plowed fields.

- I know, honey.
But believe me, it's shorter.

Okay?

(crickets chirping)

(siren blaring)

A police car.

- But they must have
believed you after all.

- Come on.
Let's back there.

The police will take care
of those things.

(tense instrumental music)

(siren blaring)

- Okay, now let's have this again.

You say you were driving
along without your lights?

- Yes, sir. But that didn't
have anything to do with it.

See, he just suddenly appeared.

- Suddenly appeared?

- From out of the dark.

- We were really scared.

Man, I’m glad you guys came along.

- Yeah, I'll bet you are.

Doc, over here.

Now...

Kids, before I take you
down to headquarters,

I want you to do something for me, okay?

- Sure.
- See this nice little balloon?

Well, I want you to blow it up.

- Balloon?

What for? Are we gonna
have a party?

- Never mind. Just blow.

- Hey, come on. Look,
we're wasting time now.

Aren't you gonna do
anything about the spaceman?

It may be a whole invasion.

- Blow, I said!

- The man says blow, he means it.

- The balloon test, eh?
- Yeah.

Did you ever hear such a
cock and bull story?

Spacemen, spaceships.

- Wow.

In my day, we were content
with pink elephants.

But kids these days...

- And Tuff, the gal says to me,

"you don't call him human, do you?"

What do you think about that?

- Well, what can you expect
with all these bad books

being written nowadays?

- [Stan] Hey, Mr. Detective.

I'm finished.
Now, can we get going,

or shall I throw a little
confetti around for you?

- You know, fella, for someone who's

committed a serious crime,
you are very anxious

to get to the police station.

- A serious crime?

- You call killing one of
those monsters a crime?

Something's weird around here.

- Mm-hmm.

Something or somebody.

- Come on, let's go.
- What?

(typing)

- Now, if you'll just read
this before you sign it.

- Look, this is silly.
We told you what happened.

Now, why don't you do something?

- That's exactly what we're doing, Miss.

- This is not a statement.
It's a confession.

- Now look, you admit driving
the car, don't you?

- I told you that.
- And with the lights off.

- Right, but that...
- Now, look buddy boy.

Whether you realize it or not,

driving without your lights
and killing a man

is against the law in this state.

- Killing a man?

You don't call that thing a man, do you?

- And I haven't even added
in drunk driving yet.

But when we get the balloon test back,

that's another strike against you.

- Look, officer, my father's
city attorney,

and I demand that you
send for him right away.

- We were waiting for that.

Well, Miss, it so happens
that I know your father,

and he's already been sent for.

- He'll straighten you out alright.

- Look, I'm not saying another word.

Now, you want to try to
beat it out of me,

you go ahead.

- Beat it out of you?

It never fails.

Try to be nice to a young punk, and

next thing you know, you're up on charges

of using the third degree.

- What's this about the third degree?

- Oh Daddy, these people are crazy.

Stan and I have had a horrible time.

- I thought you told me you
were going out with Bill Moore.

Not with this roughneck.

- But don't you want to
hear about the monster?

- I heard that ridiculous story
when the Sergeant called.

Now listen to me, Susan.

If it's humanly possible,
I'll get you out of this mess.

As for this boy,

he can take his medicine.

- Thanks a lot.

- They're ready for
the identification, sir.

- We'll be right over.

If you'll come with me, we'll make
the formal identification.

- Look, Mr. Rogers, wait till
you see this thing.

Then maybe you'll believe us.

(tense instrumental music)

- [Airman] Shall I try it again, sir?

- Go ahead.

- We have you surrounded.

Come out and you will not be harmed.

- I don't believe anybody
is in that thing.

Probably under remote control.

- Would you like to take a
walk out there in the open

and test your theory?

- Well, no sir.
Not especially.

- Then shut up!

And start thinking of a
way to explain this thing

without throwing the nation
into a complete panic!

- Yes sir.

- I beg your pardon, sir.

Maybe if we fire a few rounds at it,

we'd scare someone out.

Anyhow, get some reaction.

- Alright, go ahead.

- Yes, sir.

(gun shots)

- We're getting nowhere.

Lieutenant Robertson, get me a volunteer

to operate an acetylene torch.

We're gonna get inside this thing

and see what makes it tick.

- Yes, sir.

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Sergeant] Well?

- I didn't run over this man,
I ran over a monster.

- Are you still on that kick?

You see, Mr. Rogers,
I didn't exaggerate.

- Look, Mr. Rogers...
Sir, I swear,

I'm telling the truth.

It was a spaceman.

- [Mr. Rogers]
I've heard enough of that.

- I saw it!

- [Mr. Rogers]
You know who he is?

- Well, according to a driver's
license we found on him,

his name is Carl Fenton.

We also found out he
lives at 121 Maple Avenue.

- Where does he work?

- As far as we can discover, he doesn't.

He and a friend of his
kind of just drifted

into town about a month ago.

- A friend?

- Yeah, a fella he was living with.

We tried to call him to come
down to try and identify

the body, but he, uh,
well, we didn't get an answer.

- I see.

Can I talk to them alone for a moment?

- You mean here, sir?

- At your office.

- Alright.

(tense instrumental music)

- Let's get this, both of you.

You're lucky in one respect.

The man you killed is a nobody.

There's only one person
who's interested in the

charges against you,

and that's his roommate.

- But Daddy, I swear to you,

Stan didn't kill anything, it was...

- Quiet Susan. At least Stan
has the sense to listen.

Now, tomorrow, I'll go over
and talk to this

Carl Fenton's roommate,

and see what we can do to help Stan.

Come on, Susan.
I'm taking you home.

- I won't go unless Stan goes.

- [Mr. Rogers] Don't be foolish,
you're not liable.

- Yes I am.

Stan's lying.

I was driving that car.

- Hey now, wait a minute.

- You've covered for me long enough.

(acetylene torch hissing)

(flame burning)

- How much longer, man?

We've got a deadline to make.

- [Airman] We've almost got it.

(tense instrumental music)

(fire hissing)

Hey! Look at that!

Looks like some kind of fuse.

(tense instrumental music continues)

(explosion)

- What the?

- Looks like there's been
some kind of explosion

over near the Bailey place.

- Okay, let's go.

- What was that?
- Something blew up.

(door closing)

- What do you suppose that was?

- I could care less.

You know something,
those things, whatever they are,

they're smarter than
all of us put together.

- What do you mean?

- Remember when we saw
him banging away at the

fender of our car?

- What's so smart about that?

- Well, don't you see?

They killed that man.

And then, they dented
the fender of my car

to make it look like we did it.

It's a frame-up.

- And we thought they
were mad at the car.

- Right.

- Honey, somehow we've got
to go back out there and get

something, some kind of
evidence that they'll believe.

Because if we don't...

I'm going to jail.

- But how?
They won't let us.

(sighs)

- I know it.

(dramatic instrumental music)

We'll get it.

- What are we waiting for?

- Whatever it was, it sure
burned itself out in a hurry.

Let's get a prowl car
out there right away.

- Yes, sir.

- Now, what about those two kids?

- I've talked a little
sense into their heads.

Just takes a little teenage psychology.

They're gone!

Little fools!

- Forget it!

So, you talked some teenage
sense into them, did you?

- Look officer, they were
scared to death.

Don't put this in the record.

I'll take the full responsibility.

(phone dialing)

- You still here?

- Well, of course I'm here.
Where should I be?

- I saw your car drive off.
So, naturally I assumed...

- Oh no. If those kids have
stolen my car, I...

You know Mr. Rogers,
you said you'd be responsible.

I hope you know what you're doing.

- So do I...

So do I!

- Now, Corporal, if you'd
been looking at your radar,

instead of that scanner,
we wouldn't have let that

spaceship slip by us.

- I'm looking, I'm looking!

- It's too late.

- It is kind of late. I wonder
if they forgot about us.

- Just look at the scope!

- But not too late for that date in town.

Okay, I'm looking, I'm looking.

But it's kind of dull, though.
Blip, blip, blip.

- Yeah, blip, blip, blip.

- Hey, I should snap on the infrared and

take a look at them kids necking.

- And get us court martialed, you mean?

- Okay... Blip, blip, blip.

- Uh...

Snap on the infrared.

We'll just take a peek at those kids

in the line of business.

- Well, what else?

(wonky instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- [Sergeant] What do you make of it?

- I think I have some
weird monster film on TV.

Nothing as ugly as that
could be for real.

- Oh no?

Have you looked in your mirror lately?

- Funny, ha ha ha.

But it must be near
the end of the picture.

- How can you tell?
- Well, that search light swung by, right?

- Right.
- Well, that stupid monster

is beginning to stumble.

I'll bet you five bucks he
falls right off that cliff.

- Have you seen this picture before?

- Scouts honor. No.

- You've got yourself a bet.

- Now, watch.

(tense instrumental music)

(laughing)

- I still think you saw
that picture before.

Snap on a scope before you
cost me some more money.

- Can do, Sergeant. Can do.

Blip, blip, blip, blip.

- Aw, shut up.

(ominous instrumental music)
(crickets chirping)

- Gee, Stan. I'm worried
about taking this car.

- Compared to everything else,

a little car theft doesn't matter.

(ominous instrumental music continues)

- You see anything, honey?

- Not a thing.

Hey, don't get too
far away, I'm frightened.

- Don't be afraid, we can
handle them with this.

- We?

Dear friend, you are supreme commander

in charge of that department.

(tense instrumental music)

Stan, this is silly.

The police were all over here,

and they didn't find anything.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

We might as well go on back.

Unless this whole thing is a dream.

Which is a polite word for nightmare.

Come on.

(tense instrumental music)

- Hey, what is this, a reflex action?

- Just seems like the
natural thing to do out here.

- Hey, I wonder if any of
the gang saw those things.

- What do you mean?

- Well, there's a lot of them out here.

And if any of them saw it,

that would convince the police
that we're telling the truth.

- You wanna bet?

If they police saw it,
they'd say we'd be drinking.

You know something?

Sometimes I think,
no matter how many kids

try to tell the police something,
they still wouldn't believe it.

- It's an idea.

Let's drive up to the point
and see if any of the kids

are still there.

- What do we got to lose?

- I'm sorry, Stan.
I just can't relax.

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

This would happen tonight
of all nights, huh?

(laughing)

- I expected to be frightened
on my wedding night, but

nothing like this!

- Thanks a lot.

(tense instrumental music)

(screaming)

- Aw, Susan, take it easy.

We got it trapped it inside.

- Oh Stan, take me away
from here please, please!

- Don't you see?

At last we've got some evidence.

- Who needs it?

And how are we going to get
it to the police station?

- We'll just have to get
somebody to come down here

and see it, that's all.

- But who?

- Hey, remember what your father said?

At the police station?
He was right about one thing.

The one person who'd be
interested enough to listen to us

is Carl's roommate.

We just gotta find him.

- But where is he?

- Wait a minute...

121 Maple Street. That's it!

We'll go over there and get him.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Come on!

- That is without a doubt

the craziest story I've ever heard.

- Look, will you just call
and check with the police?

They've been trying to get you all night.

But nobody answered.

- Yeah. (laughs)

Thanks to these.

When you live with a big mouth like Carl,

you gotta have a secret weapon.

- Oh please, call the police, please.

- Come on.

- Okay.

Okay, but if this is
some kind of a joke...

- Whatever you say,
don't mention our names.

- If they find out we're here,
we're done for.

- Don't worry.

(phone dialing)

Hello, operator?

Give me the police station.

Hello, police?
This is Mike Lawrence.

I live at 121 Maple Wood.
My roommate, Carl Fenton.

- Did you say Carl Fenton?

We've been trying to get a hold of you.

Your roommate was killed tonight.

A hit and run victim.

- Killed?

Do you know who did it?

- Yeah, they were two kids,
a boy and a girl.

They've given us the slip.
Temporarily, but don't worry.

We'll catch them again.

- You mean you had them
and they got away?

I've been living a fool's paradise.

I thought the police were alert.

- Uh, yeah.

And were they scared.

You should have heard
the stories they told.

All about little spacemen and...

- I have.

- You have what?

- Oh, nothing. Never mind.

Thanks a lot officer... Thanks.

- Can you come down
tomorrow and claim the body?

- Yeah... Yeah, I guess so.

- Well? We tell you the truth?

- Your story checks out.

Carl tried to tell me something about it.

- Now, will you come with us?

- I'm a nut... Yes.

Give me a chance to get dressed.

Now, I'm not saying there
is a claw, mind you.

But if there is one, I'm going
to get a picture of it.

- Hey, great!

- This is a hot one.

- What's so funny?

- I'm just thinking how Carl
will feel when I put him

on exhibition as the world's
first victim of a spaceman.

Well, let's get going.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- I thought you said
the police had your car.

- They do. This is Susan's.

Battery's going dead.

When's the last time you got some water?

- Whenever the filling
station man asked me.

- Not the radiator.
He means the battery water.

- What's that?

(sighing)

- How about a little push?

- I'm a guest here, remember?

- Okay, okay.

Come on.

(wonky instrumental music)

- Oh, I like this.

No top, no motor.

But a brand new shiny spotlight.

Somebody afraid of the dark?

- Oh, I didn't get it for that.

- What did you get it for?

- Well, the chrome makes
an excellent mirror.

- Well, at least she's got muscle.

No brains, but muscle.

(car engine rumbling)

Pile of junk.

- Oh, please watch your language.

Elvis is very sensitive.

- Elvis?

- Yeah, the gang calls her Elvis.

She shakes and shimmies
a lot, but she can really go.

- What's going on here?

- It's alright, Sergeant.
One of our jets crashed.

(chatter on police radio)

- Yeah, had a busy tonight too.

Been flooded with calls
from people who say

they've seen flying saucers
and little spacemen.

(laughing)

I wonder how that rumor ever got started?

- Ah, you got me, Sarge.

- Well, good night.

- Goodnight, Sergeant.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Well? Did you get rid of them?

Just can't stand fuzz.

- Fuzz?

- Well, uh, that's what
my nephew calls them.

That kid has me brainwashed.

- Yes, sir.
I gave him a story

that one of our jet planes crashed

and that we were taking
care of everything.

- Did he believe you?

- Colonel sir,

you are talking to the man
who made the papers believe

45 year-old B-girls were teenage maidens.

This was duck soup.

(ominous instrumental music continues)

Did you find any signs of life, sir?

Anything, I mean, besides the fuzz?

- Whatever flew that thing
down here went up in smoke.

Nothing left but ashes.

- Job well done, sir.

- Makes you proud, doesn't it?

- Clean all over, sir.

- That's the ticket.

Being a part of a show like this,

protecting your country
from alien invaders.

Think of it.

Nobody but this special unit and the

President of the United States know what

really happened here tonight.

- You mean, you think
we know what happened?

- Well, of course we do...

I think.

- This top security business
is like scratching, Colonel.

Once you get started, it's hard to stop.

- Just what are you
getting at, Lieutenant?

Spit it out.

- Colonel, did it ever occur
to you that there might be

other things being hushed up
by other units just like ours?

(low beat thumping)

(tense instrumental music)

(crickets chirping)

- I can't see anything!

- It's in there, it's got to be.

- Hey, wait a minute.
I got an idea.

I'll give you some light.

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Mike] What was that?

- That was it.

- [Stan] Mike, did you see it?

- Well, I saw something.

Whatever it is, it's on the floor.

Look at that, Stan!
I'd never believed it.

- Seeing is believing.

- Man, could I clean up
with a dozen of those.

- What could they do?

- Play six pianos.

Or three pianos and three drums.

What a combo. We'd call
them The Fingers.

- You're pretty sick.

- Oh, and I may be.

- I got to get a picture of this.

(fire sparking)

- [Stan] Well, I'll be.

- If it lets you live.

- [Susan] It's gone.

- But, well, I saw something.
It was right there.

- Look, come on.
Let's go in back to town.

I mean, they've got to believe
us when Mike backs us up.

They can't accuse him of
being a hysterical kid.

- Alright, come on.
Let's out of here.

(low beat thumping)

What was that?

- Don't start getting excited now.

You've got to be absolutely
calm when you call the police.

- I'm glad you told me.

- This darn car.

- Turn off the lights.
It'll give you more juice.

- Good idea.

(tense instrumental music)

(sighing)

There comes another one!
Oh, Stan!

(crying)

- [Mike] Did you hit it with the light?

- [Stan] I don't know.
I can't see anything.

- [Susan] It certainly
sounds like you did.

- [Stan] They're in the bushes.

- Stan, use the spotlight.
Turn the spotlight on them!

(tense instrumental music)

(explosion)

- It's light that hurts them.

- Are you off your rocker?

- No, she's right. It burns
them up like it did the claw.

- Stan, remember the battery.
You'd better cut the headlights.

They don't do any good.

(tense instrumental music)

- Now what'll we do?

The spotlight's getting dimmer.

- The battery's dead, then.

- Looks like we're goners!

That's it!

Let's make a run for it!

(screaming)

(tense instrumental music continues)

- The camera!
The flash bulb!

Let's go, it's now or never!

(tense instrumental music continues)

- Oh, Stan, I can't go another step.
We've got to rest.

- Okay, honey. Alright.

We should be safe here
for a minute anyway.

- Do you think they killed Mike?

- I don't know.
I saw them pick him up

and carry him away.

- Oh, we've got to get help.
We've got to.

We can't leave Mike to those creatures.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

- What if we turned
ourselves in to the police?

- What good would that do?

- Well, don't you see?

Once we get the police out here,

we'll get them to help Mike some way.

- Hey, I've got an idea.
Come on.

- Where are we going?
- To use Bailey's phone.

- He won't let us.
He'll shoot us.

- I'll be charming.
Come on.

- Right.

Look, I'm trying to tell you,
we want to give ourselves up.

If you'll just come out
here to Bailey place...

- You're not wanted anymore.

Go home and sleep it off.

- Well what about Carl?

- Well, according to the
autopsy we did on him,

the cause of death was heart
failure due to alcoholism.

- Well, how about the fender on my car?

Now, you said that proved I hit him.

- Oh, you hit him alright.
But only after he was dead.

- After?

- Well, the way we figured, he was drunk.

And he must have ran his car
off the road down the hill.

We found an empty liquor bottle near him.

Yeah, that's what gave us the tip off.

He must have managed
to get out of the car

and climb back up the hill.

But the exertion and the
liquor were just too much

for his ticker, so conked out.

And then, you kids must
have come along and

run over his body.

- But won't you come out here?

- What for?
You're cleared.

- What about stealing your car?

Don't you want us for that?

- Well, we will get the car back.
Just don't sweat it.

- But we stole it just the same.

- Young lady, don't worry about it.

Your father took care of it.

Now, please, don't bother me anymore.

Just go home and sleep it off.

(phone hanging up)

(tranquil instrumental music)

- Great.

- Trust Daddy.
He came through again.

- Yeah.

Hey, how about the gang up at the hill?

- Oh, no. Not at a time like this.

- Don't be silly, honey.
I mean, they'll still be there.

Maybe they'll help us.
At least they'll believe us.

- What makes you think so?

- Because they're not like our parents,

and they won't think
that we're drunk or nuts

or something just because we're young.

- Maybe you're right.

- It's worth a try.
Come on.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Nancy!

Nancy, we were attacked
by weird creatures

and they captured him.

- And the police wouldn't believe us!

- Phil?

Phil, will you help us?

- Come on, I'll show you the way.

(tense instrumental music)

- Well, that does it.

- Not a trace.

- A good night's work.

Now, we can get some sleep.

- And read about the jet crash
in tomorrow morning's paper.

Oh, aren't we regular devils?

(laughing)

(tense instrumental music)

- They were heading for this clearing,

where there used to be
an ice plant. Remember?

- [Girl] Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, we got it.

- Okay, now turn your lights off.

Now look, when we get up
there, we surround the clearing.

Once everybody gets in position,

then I'll blow the horn, like this.

(car horn honking)

That'll be a signal for everybody
to turn their lights on.

You got it?

- [Girl] Yeah, we got it.

- Okay, let's go.

(ominous instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(car horn honking)

(fire sparking)

(fire sparking)

(fire sparking)

- What happened?

- Where am I?
- You're alright.

- They had you but...
- But we burned them up.

(bystanders talking loudly)

- But how'd I get here?
Where am I?

- Don't you remember?

Spacemen!

(gun shot)

- Hey, it's old man Bailey.

Man, when he fires that
cannon, he means business.

Let's get out of here.

(gentle instrumental music)

- You know, I bet that
nobody will ever believe us.

- [Stan] Of course not.
Why should they?

After all, we're just
a couple of crazy kids.

- But what if they come again?

What if there are more
of them around right now?

- I guess all we can do
is hope that the next guy

that runs into one is a
100% certified adult.

- I guess you're right.

- You know, being young
does have its compensations.

- Like what, for instance?

- Ralph?

Ralph?

How'd you like to be my best man?

- And Cheryl can be my maid of honor.

- [Ralph] Hey man, have
you slipped your track?

- [Stan] I just got back on it.

(romantic instrumental music)

- Poor Daddy.

He really will never believe it.

- So, why tell him?