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Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who went to the police academy,

two in Los Angeles...

the other, in San Francisco,

and they were each assigned very hazardous duties...

but I took them away from all that,

and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Come right in, ladies and gentlemen.

As quickly as you can, please.

They're on their way. Gather around me here.

Now, there is to be no talking of any kind,

absolute silence, no smoking.

No noise, please.

Lights, please.

There they are.

No, I don't believe it.

I don't believe any of this.

It's just not possible.

No, no. Please leave me alone.

It's the temperature.

Don't you see? The temperature of Venus.

It's just not possible.

My aunt always liked to tell people

she was an author.

She did actually write a book once.

It was called How To Cook Supernaturally.

It was strange, but then, she was strange.

Oh...

Hey, would you mind if I sat on the floor?

As a matter of fact, I think I'll join you.

What is this, a yoga class?

Bosley, I'm just being polite.

You see, I've been staying

the last three years in a little village

in Upper Volta, in Africa,

with practically no furniture.

We do everything on the ground.

I'm not going.

Joyce is a volunteer with Helpmate International,

working in underdeveloped countries,

and she has to return to her village soon,

which is why she came to us.

How long has your aunt been missing, Joyce?

I can't even find that out.

Her personal secretary

is living in the house.

He ran everything and he won't talk to me.

Here's the secretary, named Seth Corday.

When I went out there, he accused me

of only being interested in her money.

Show them Mr. Britten, Bosley.

I think I was out with that last night.

Is that thing James Britten, the astronaut?

That's right, Sabrina.

He left the space program under some kind of a cloud.

This is him without the monkey suit.

Oh, my.

I'd get lost in space with him anytime.

Now, when Britten was forced out

of the space program,

we know that he became associated

with... Dr. Franklyn Perine, MA, MS, PhD,

CP... Bosley? Um, C.P.?

Complete phony.

Oh.

Perine is a crook.

What does this have to do

with your aunt, Joyce?

Yeah.

Well, she mentioned Britten in a letter.

She'd been to some kind of a lecture

and he really turned her on.

She was hoping he was going to take her

on some sort of a trip.

It was the last I heard from her.

Sorry there's not more to start on, Angels,

but I'd like you to find Charlotte Sheriden

before Joyce returns to her village.

Well, you better pack your knapsack.

Sabrina,

why don't we start with the secretary?

Yes? Hello.

Is Mrs. Charlotte Sheriden at home, please?

Who inquires?

Who are you?

Oh, shut up.

You first, sweetie.

My name is Sabrina Duncan.

I am vice president of Security United Bank,

and this gentleman is our head cashier.

You're the vice president?

You find something surprising in that,

do you, Mr. Corday?

Oh, you know who I am.

You're Seth Corday,

Mrs. Sheriden's personal secretary.

The one who's been writing all the checks.

Now, would you like to ask us in,

or would you like

to have the mortgage turned off?

Well, you might as well come in.

Filthy little beast.

Belongs to Mrs. Sheriden, absolutely hates me.

Now, look. Um... I don't understand

why the bank should be so interested in me.

After all,

I do have Mrs. Sheriden's power of attorney

and there is enough money in the account.

Not any more.

You see, last Thursday,

Mrs. Sheriden wrote this check for $25,000.

Uh, she couldn't... that's impossible.

Which my head cashier very unwisely approved.

What do you mean, she couldn't?

Um... Mrs., uh... Sheriden's away,

traveling.

Where?

I don't know.

Mr. Corday, you've cashed several checks

against an emptied account.

I think you ought to tell us the truth.

You see, we have to make

a report to the authorities.

No, please.

Where is Mrs. Sheriden?

I haven't the foggiest,

and that is the honest-to-goodness truth.

She went out of here about a month ago.

A month?

A month, yes. She, uh...

Look, I... I haven't done anything wrong.

I had the right to draw on that account.

You did?

I know this sounds simply insane,

but, after all, she is an insane old lady.

Now, that's...

Nothing cruel by that remark.

After all, I adore the wom...

Get to the point.

I know how this will sound,

and... with me under suspicion,

but she said she... might go to another planet.

On my mother's head, that's the truth.

She'd gotten into something

called "the Celestial Research Foundation,"

and that's all she talked about,

and then, one day,

she went out and never came back.

Well, thank you for your... cooperation.

Is there anything,

anything at all I can do for you?

Yes. Please don't cry.

Come here. Come here, come here.

Hey, hey, hey. That's dog napping.

No, it isn't.

We'll give it back to Mrs. Sheriden

when we find her. He doesn't even like her.

I'm just worried about Charlie's rugs, that's all.

I'll take full responsibility

for Charlie's rugs. Come on, let's go.

May I help you?

Yes, I'm John Bosley.

Oh, yes. Dr. Perine is expecting you.

One moment, please.

Thank you.

I'm not used to doing two of these in one day.

Am I still in banking?

No, Bosley.

You are in the sugar-daddy business.

Mr. Bosley.

Yes.

How do you do? I'm Dr. Perine.

And this charming young lady would be?

Kris Munroe.

Kris.

A pleasure always.

We're delighted

whenever anybody shows any interest in our work.

Well, to tell you the truth,

it's the young lady's interest.

She gets excited about a lot of things.

Oh... Oh, yes.

I'm very interested

in space and... and the future.

Oh, well, in that case,

you probably would like to meet James Britten,

the famous astronaut.

Oh, I... I really... We really would.

Fine, he happens to be in my office at the moment.

Why don't you come in?

Oh!

There you go.

James Britten?

You're James Britten.

Oh, yes.

Jim, this is Miss Munroe, Mr. Bosley.

Commander James Britten.

Mr. Bosley.

How do you do?

Well, I'm quite impressed

to find a man of your background involved, Commander.

I must admit that, initially, I was slightly skeptical.

Well, that's understandable.

The first time I saw a UFO,

I could hardly believe it myself.

You saw a UFO, with your own eyes?

I sure did.

And there's a good chance you will too

if you become a member.

Oh, well, we're joining.

Aren't we, honey?

Well, uh... how much is the membership fee?

Well, the initiation fee is only $7,500.

Of course, if you decide to stay,

there'll be some additional charges

for the field trips.

Well, um...

Ours is an elite membership, Mr. Bosley.

We have more serious considerations

than mere money.

Well, I don't know.

Sweetheart... I want.

Well... W-w-w-we'll join.

Splendid.

Okay... call it.

Tails.

Tails. Shoot.

You get Britten.

Be careful, huh?

I will, don't worry.

Okay. See you later.

All right.

Doc, we got a tag.

You may be right. Take a turn.

You're right.

I tell you what. Just keep going.

When we get out to the desert

where there's nobody around, we stop her,

have a little talk with her, huh?

If she gives any trouble, we'll leave her there.

Still with us?

Still with us.

All right, when you get your chance,

do it.

Get out.

Ouch!

Let go of me.

Hey! Come on already here!

Hey, Mister!

All right. Who are you?

Why are you following us?

Listen, this guy breaks my arm,

and you and me are off to a very bad start here.

She's a private detective.

Name's Duncan.

I think you'd better start talking, young lady.

It's no big deal.

I was hired to follow one of your members,

a Mrs. Carole Forrester.

We don't have any Mrs. Carole Forrester

registered at the Foundation.

Oh, come on, doctor.

Look, I followed her to your office.

Followed her? Why?

Because her husband thinks she's strutting her stuff.

I'm sorry, I'm only doing my job here.

Miss Duncan, I can assure you

that this jealous husband's suspicions

are completely groundless.

We happen to run

a very legitimate scientific foundation.

Now, look, maybe she's there

under, like, an assumed name, you know?

Of course, that's always possible.

I tell you what.

We take you back there... Yeah?

You find your lady and you go.

Okay.

And you don't come back.

No. I won't.

Well, I'll say one thing for you.

You sure got your cheek...

but you're not much

of a private detective, are you?

That was pretty dumb, letting us catch you like that.

All right, boys.

Excuse me. Are you the one?

Well, Miss, I'd say

you're the only one who can answer that.

I'm sorry. I meant flying instructor.

They told me to come in here.

Well, how much are they charging you

for lessons?

Well, I haven't started yet, so I don't know.

I'll tell you what.

I'll teach you for half of that, free.

I'm sorry, I don't even know you.

I'm Jim Britten, and you're?

Kelly Garrett, and I still don't know you.

You've never seen my face or heard my name before?

No. Should I?

When do you want to start? Now?

In that?

That, young lady, is an airplane.

A 747 is not an airplane, it's a flying computer factory.

Well, I can see that it has a certain panache,

but is it safe?

Well, it must be.

I've crashed it nine or ten times,

and I'm still here.

I hope this isn't a case of "love me, love my airplane."

A year's free flying lessons,

if you'll let me buy you a drink.

Well, how about if I take the drink,

and we donate the flying lessons

to a worthy cause.

You got it.

Okay.

Any leads on the old lady?

Mm-mm. Everybody I've talked to has never been here before.

Oh... Oh, well.

At least Sabrina made it.

Good.

It can be a lot harder getting caught

than getting away,

even when you want to get caught,

but then, you don't always want to get away.

Kris, I think you're taking this case

much too seriously.

Besides, there's a strange-looking man

staring at you from across the room.

Aw, Bos...

He's not strange, he just looks lonely.

Yeah.

We have groups in here all the time.

There she is, that's Mrs. Forrester.

That's Mrs. Forrester?

Mm-hmm.

And her husband is jealous?

She told me her name was Marjorie Douglas.

My name is Theodore Nolan Jr.

Everybody calls me Junior, because my father,

he's senior.

Um... He's, uh...

Well, he's a very successful man.

And, uh... what's your name?

Uh, Kris.

You know, you look pretty successful yourself.

Oh, no.

No, I just inherited the business.

We're in bicycles.

You like to ride?

I fell once and I broke my collarbone.

We manufacture them.

Oh... I mean, bicycles.

Is, uh, he your, uh... your, uh, husband?

Uh, no. No, he's more like an uncle.

Oh.

Have you ever been out here before?

This is the first time we've been here.

I've been here twice.

It was... exciting,

but I didn't stick with it, so I came back.

You know, you might have met my aunt's friend.

Mrs. Sheriden?

I don't believe so.

Uh... Excuse me. I'm out of, uh...

Venus is merely a way station,

a kind of a base for the saucers in their observation of Earth.

Actually, the space people who are with us now

come from a planet in the Alpha Centauri system.

It's 4.8 light-years away from us.

Oh, um, pardon me.

Yes?

Did you say that the "space people

that are with us now"? Mm-hmm.

We're in contact with them.

As a matter of fact,

some of our space visitors

may very well be mingling with us

right this moment, in this room.

Wow... Oh, wow.

Did you have any trouble getting in?

Not really.

I want to take a look outside now, though.

I think I'm going to wear my welcome out...

right now.

Er, um... That's their symbol.

That triangle.

Who?

The space people.

Do you believe all that?

I believe everything.

Good.

The space visitors

are just like ordinary human beings,

like you or me,

with one very definite distinction.

Pointed ears?

Absolutely not.

Little green pointed ears?

The difference is in their extraordinary powers.

They can be very easily hurt

by contact with human beings,

because of people like this... lady here.

Oh... Listen, if you don't believe

like the rest of us,

then what are you doing here?

I mean, nobody's keeping you.

That's a very good suggestion.

Don't make a scene, dear.

You know, you look just like the kind of dumb ditz

that would believe this baloney.

Yeah? Yeah.

Hey!

Hey. Hey!

Come on, ladies. Now, just a minute.

Hey. you ditz! Let me down, you big ape!

Let me down!

Come on!

Hey, come... Come on.

I swallowed my gum here. Hey, come on.

Throw her out.

If she ever shows her face again, make sure she regrets it.

I'm sorry, doctor.

It was just your scam, you know, really.

I couldn't help it.

Get her out of here. Come on.

Ow! Ow, ow!

What's going on?

Where have you been?

I'm sorry. I got delayed.

I've had a whole room full of people in there

and I've had to handle this whole thing myself.

There's big money in there!

Well, who's the girl?

Oh, some private detective

sent to look after some old broad.

She shot her mouth off pretty good in there.

We'd better give them a good show.

Ladies and gentlemen,

can I have your attention for a moment, please?

I have a very exciting announcement to make.

Commander Britten

has just made contact with a space vehicle.

The contact has definitely been made.

Some of the visitors will appear outside

in about... seven minutes.

If you'd like to see them,

you can just follow me to the observation room.

Right this way, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,

no talking, please.

Lights out, please.

Bosley? Hey...

Oh, my.

Oh!

Mr. Nolan?

Oh! Oh.

Oh, uh... you called.

Oh, excuse me.

My secretary should have warned me,

but she never tells me anything.

She doesn't like me.

May I sit down?

Oh, yes, of course.

Thank you.

I, uh... I, uh...

guess I looked kind of silly on that bike.

Just trying to keep in touch with the business, you know.

Mr. Nolan.

I know that you're a believer...

in other worlds.

Oh... Um, yes.

Um, are you from the Foundation?

Not exactly.

Oh, because, uh...

I wouldn't want anyone to find out.

Do you believe that Dr. Perine has contacts?

Oh, yes! I saw them arrive twice.

I mean, I believe. Well...

it's just that I'm so... nervous, you know,

that I never follow through... to a higher plane.

Mr. Nolan, have you ever met any of "them?"

No. No.

Turn out the lights, please.

Now? With just us?

Yes. Here?

I mean, you wouldn't be afraid?

I could, uh... I could leave the door open.

My secretary's just outside.

It will be all right.

The triangle.

You...

The symbol of perfect shape, perfect form.

Each side supports the other,

like the universal symbiosis of time, matter, and energy.

I...

I always knew that they'd be beautiful.

Thank you, but we need your help.

Me?

Anything.

We must be very careful

of everyone with whom we associate.

We are concerned that one of the women

who belongs to the believers

has disappeared.

Her name is Mrs. Sheriden.

I saw her. I remember.

It was just that I was afraid

to say anything.

What happened to her?

I don't know...

but those two men who work for the doctor,

they came and they took her away.

She was trying to tell them something.

What did she say?

Something about, uh...

the temperature on Venus.

Ah... That's interesting.

You must promise me, Mr. Nolan,

that you won't mention my visit here to anyone.

No, no, no, absolutely not.

You promise

you won't mention it to my father?

I promise.

The second step toward wisdom

is that of Mind.

The ancient disciplines that exist in the universe

which enable us to govern our astral selves...

Every time I get wiser, it costs me another grand.

The next step to wisdom is bodily,

the casting off of inhibitions which entangle.

The loss of those unhealthy attitudes

that restrain our sexuality.

I wonder who he means.

Mr. Bosley... please.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I got a little excited

when you mentioned the word sex.

The next step to wisdom is our knowledge of nature.

Now, our friends come to us

from a world millions of miles away,

and far more advanced than we are.

Yet they're hesitant

to share their knowledge with us.

And why shouldn't they be too?

After what we earthlings

have done with the atomic bomb...

And the environment.

Look what we've done to the environment.

Exactly.

We are in desperate need, at this moment,

of their advanced knowledge.

I am about to show you

a most extraordinary illustration of that knowledge.

Would you all be good enough to follow me, please?

I wonder if he accepts credit cards?

What you are about to see is absolute proof

of the remarkable powers

of a truly advanced technology.

What did they fly here in?

An Edsel?

Now, sir, would you be good enough?

Hold that, please.

Well, what is it?

Water.

Now, ladies and gentlemen.

In this vial...

I have a miraculous fluid direct from Alpha Centauri,

which, when when mixed with plain water

results in a fuel so powerful

that it will succeed in driving

even the rusted engine of this old relic.

Would you be good enough to fill that, please,

Mr. Bosley?

Thank you very much.

Now, Kris, would you step with me, please?

Um, yes.

I would like you to drive this car for us.

Me? Are you kidding?

No.

Well, is it safe?

Absolutely safe.

All right, Kris, start the engine.

Wow, that is terrific.

Is there any chance

that you'd be selling stock in that?

"As a result" of these landings,

"we now know that the temperature

"at the surface of Venus

"is between 800 and 900 degrees Fahrenheit

during the day."

Mrs. Sheriden had this on her desk.

I got it from her secretary,

along with a whole bunch of other books like this.

"The temperature on Venus,"

that's what Mrs. Sheriden was talking about

when Perine's men took her away.

Right,

and do you remember that Dr. Perine said

that the space people

stopped off on Venus on their way here?

Mrs. Sheriden knew that the temperature

made that impossible, so...

So they took her away

so she couldn't tell the others.

Sounds to me

like we've got a motive for murder.

Yeah, but if they did kill her,

you can bet they didn't take her far.

Not with all that desert around.

We've got to find her, or we don't have a case.

Kelly, you better push Jim Britten.

Veal Oscar...

You're the first man I've met

who doesn't cook steak 25 different ways.

One of my many talents.

Are there any you don't have?

One.

I haven't been able

to make you fall in love with me.

How do you know?

I know how I'd feel if you had.

We've had a lot of fun together and I like you a lot.

Doesn't that count?

Maybe it's the things you don't know about me.

Jim, I can find out more about you in the newspapers

than I've known about a lot of men.

That's just the public stuff. There's more.

It's okay.

It's not okay.

You can't get close to somebody when they really don't know you.

Then maybe you'd better tell me.

Look, I, uh...

I got bounced out of the space program.

They let me put a good face on, but that's the truth of it.

Anyway, after that, things got pretty bad.

I couldn't find anything as exciting or as important.

I got canned a lot, started drinking.

My marriage broke up.

If that's the confession, it's not very much.

Kelly, don't you see?

I'd been so high and come down so far.

I was nothing.

Wiped financially and emotionally.

From looking around,

I'd say you've picked yourself up.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm doing fine.

That's part of the trouble.

I work for a... it's called a foundation.

It's supposed to be a research center for...

For space vehicles, aliens from outer space,

that sort of stuff.

You're part of something like that?

Well, I'm the front for it.

My credentials are what brings the suckers in.

Who?

Rich people.

People who are desperate to believe that kind of junk.

For them,

it's kind of a substitute for religion,

and they get their money's worth.

Now you know.

You're right, it's not very pretty.

You're a shill for a con game.

Hey, it's harmless.

They can afford it.

Jim, you can get out of it.

Hey, look, forget it. I need the money.

Well, maybe you enjoy taking people.

Maybe.

You could get in a lot of trouble.

Get out of this.

What are you talking about?

You're involved in a fraud, from what you've told me.

These kind of people are dangerous.

Don't let them use you.

You haven't heard anything about this Foundation, have you?

No, no, of course not.

It's just that I care about you.

James.

Well, you were right to be suspicious.

Well, what happened?

What did she tell you she did for a living?

Advertising, a copywriter.

We checked.

She's a private investigator.

They always fall hard for you,

don't they, Jim, huh?

Why not?

You're a very romantic figure.

What do we do, pack it in?

What you do

is take her for a little ride in your airplane.

Tell her that you're bringing her here...

and drop her.

Kill her?

Oh, no way.

Do I have to remind you of what you owe me?

Your life was garbage

until I gave you this opportunity.

Hey, look, I'm grateful, but...

but not enough to kill somebody.

We already have one murder on our hands,

remember?

You were very much a part of that.

Sure, you'll do it.

You don't have any choice, Jim.

The music you are listening to,

a gift from our visitors,

was created by great artists

millions of miles from our planet.

Sounds like a rusty bicycle chain.

I want you all to lean back,

put on your earphones completely, relax,

and allow yourselves to be transported

to a higher plane... The void of space.

We should be looking for Mrs. Sheriden's body.

Shh... He's watching us.

I don't think it's me he's watching.

Listen, I'll distract him.

You see if you can get outside.

All right.

I'll get the dog.

Doctor... Kris.

You know that stuff

you were talking about before,

about freeing yourself sexually,

and how, like,

the space people don't have any...

Inhibitions? Right.

Yes?

Can we talk about that?

Well, uh... I don't see why not.

I hope that you're not looking for a fire plug.

You know, I've delivered lectures

on interplanetary sex

at some of the leading universities

of our country.

I'll bet you give demonstrations too.

Mm-hmm. Occasionally, yes.

Oh.

Ah. There. You see?

That's due to nothing but your tension,

thus your hang-ups.

Oh, Kris, Kris, Kris.

Trust me.

Believe in me.

Oh, I believe you, Doctor.

Kris, you need this experience.

Now, mind your manners.

What is it?

Doctor, we got to see you right away.

Not now!

Right away!

I think you might want to reconsider your devotion

to our cause, Kris.

You know, on Mars or right here, you men are all the same.

Get out of the car, sweet bird.

What are you doing?

I said, what are you doing around here?

Nothing!

I found this camera.

She was playing around with the saucer.

She must have been taking pictures.

All right.

Who are you really working for, huh?

Who sent you?

Maybe she's a real cop.

Okay, look.

I'll tell you who sent me.

I was sent from another galaxy.

I come from a planet

that you've never heard of.

Listen, you smart-aleck.

You're gonna tell us

everything you found out about this operation,

you understand?

She knows too much already.

I say we bury her with the other one.

Hi.

Hi... My, Miss Earhart.

Are you all set?

Yeah.

Okay, let's go. Up we go.

Where are we going?

Jim, I want to go back.

Take it down.

Kelly, I'll crash it. I'll kill us both.

No, you won't.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

You didn't have the courage, Jim.

You never did.

Well, Joyce, tell them what you're going to do

with the rest of the estate.

Put it into the African Project.

I think Aunt Charlotte would've really liked it.

Are you going back soon?

Day after tomorrow.

Right now, my village seems more civilized than here.

And thank you, Angels.

It was a good job.

Bosley... What's the matter with you?

Hmm?

Didn't you think it was a good job?

Well, the only think I can think about

is the car that Sabrina tried to escape in.

Oh... BOSLEY: No, no, no.

I mean, when that burned up,

I mean, the formula was lost,

once and for all.

I mean, that could've made millions.

Could've been a boon to all mankind, Charlie.

Bosley, it was a scam. There's no miracle fuel.

But, Charlie, I drove the car myself.

I mean, it ran. It was terrific.

It wasn't so terrific for me!

That's true.

The so-called fuel is nothing more than acetone.

You mix it with a lot of water,

and it'll run an engine beautifully.

There's only one small problem...

It burns up the engine.

Yeah? And I was ready to invest...

My own money.

Cheer up, Bos.

You had a lot of company.

As a matter of fact,

a con man once pulled the same trick on Henry Ford.

Henry Ford? No kidding.

A great mind like that, huh?

Well, it makes it a little more easy to understand

how a semi-great mind could be fooled.