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That's Wilk up there.

Good-looking guy, huh?

Is that it? Uh, the bandage?

Yeah. He was
standing by the window

when that deuce and
a half backed into it.

I'll tell you, the
piece of glass

must've been about a foot long.

Put a gash in his wrist
about... I don't know,

two, three inches long,
something like that.

No blood, huh?

Nothing. Of course, he
took a handkerchief out

and wrapped it
around right away,

but there was
absolutely nothing.

Why didn't you tell somebody?

What am I going to say?

That you got a spaceman
working as personnel manager?

Forget it.

Where's the security office?

Second door over.

Keep an eye on him.

Yeah.

All right, Gilman,
what do you want?

All right, Gilman,

toss down that
wrench; climb up here.

But he-he just burned up.

He disappeared.

It means you were
right about him.

It means you're a murderer.

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:

Don Gordon.

Russell Johnson.

Harold Gould.

Lynda Day.

Malcolm Atterbury.

David Vincent,
brought to Jackson City

by a report of alien presence,

must now help a friend account
for the absence of that alien.

At 2:00 this afternoon,
Charles Gilman goes on trial

for the murder of Fred Wilk.

Sorry I'm late, Mr. Vincent.

Did you find anything?

No, I got nothing.

So far, Fred Wilk
checks out good as gold.

Well, dig deeper.

Before a year ago,
he never existed.

I need proof.

I sent away for his
high school transcript,

college records.

It would be easy to
prove if he did exist.

Look, you're getting
paid for this, aren't you?

That's kind of why I'm here.

I'm a couple of days up on you.

Got nothing on
his wife yet, either.

I'm on my way over there now.

Stick with it.

We're running out of time.

Yeah, yeah, I'm
looking, believe me.

I'm just not finding.

David: I'm sorry to
bother you at this time,

but it is important.

I see. Were you a
friend of my husband's?

No.

A business associate, then?

No, actually, I'm from
the insurance company.

Well, I've already
spoken to our agent.

Well, this is the
industrial accident policy

that the company carries.

I see. Uh, sit down.

Thank you.

There are a few
questions I'd like to ask you.

Of course.

First of all, how long did
you know your husband?

Well, actually, I only
knew him a few weeks

before we were married.

That was... about a year ago.

Was he from here
in, uh, Jackson City?

Well, no. Uh, actually
we moved here

about the same time.

I'm from Springdale,

and my husband is from a
small town in Southern Indiana.

Can I get you, uh,
coffee or a drink or...

Thank you.

Did you go to
school in Springdale?

Since kindergarten.

What about your husband?

I don't see why all
this is so important.

Excuse me.

Hello, Mrs. Wilk. JANET: Hi.

I, uh, dropped by. I
wanted to talk to you.

Let's see, uh, whose
car is that outside?

I noticed somebody's
parked at the curb.

Oh, it's, uh, an
insurance investigator.

He's from the company. - Oh?

What's he doing? Is
he asking questions?

Well, yes. A lot of...
strange questions.

Uh-huh. Poking around
and asking questions.

An insurance agent.
What kind of a cheap trick!

All right, you, out!

I don't understand.

I said, out!

Sure. It's a friend of Gilman's.

Who are you?

Slater, County Attorney.

Look, if you're not out
of here in ten seconds,

you're gonna find yourself
under arrest for trespassing.

The lady let me in.

Sure, you lied to her.

That may be.

And she may have
returned the favor.

Mrs. Wilk.

Mr. Slater.

Oh, Mr. Vincent...

you may as well
stop your snooping.

Gilman killed him, and
that's all there is to it.

Look, I killed him.

Plead guilty and
get it over with.

Charlie, you didn't kill a man.

You destroyed an alien.

Will you remember that?

Oh, that's great...

but who's going
to believe it, huh?

How about you?

You think Fred Wilk was
from some other planet,

something like that?

Well, I have to
admit... There you are.

How about, uh...

How about a plea
of self-defense,

something like that?

No.

That plainclothesman,
uh, Wiznofsky...

He saw you hit
Wilk with a wrench.

He could also say that
Wilk didn't have a weapon.

What did he say to you?

What do you mean?

Well, he must've said
something to you before...

No, he didn't say anything.

Well, you just hit him?

Yeah, that's right.

Come on, I don't believe you.

I don't care what you be...

Go on. Who needs you?

Get out of here!

Look, I stuck by you in Korea,
I'm going to stick by you now.

So just cool down, huh?

Now, what about this, uh,
Slater, the county attorney?

How long has he been here?

I don't know.

About a year, I guess.

Only a year?

I understand he
was a friend of Wilk's.

Hey, you think he's an alien?

Well, they arrived
at the same time.

He could've arranged

to have himself
assigned to this case.

It's possible.

You're not actually suggesting

that Slater could be one of
these... invaders of yours?

Only suggesting.

Maybe the judge, too, huh?

I doubt that.

That's why we waived the jury.

We have a better chance
of convincing one man

than 12 unknowns and
maybe a couple of ringers.

Now, look, I've sat here
and listened to you two.

I want to tell you something.

I took this case

only because Bill
Cleary's out of town,

and, uh, Howard Mitchell
is laid up with arthritis.

I'm not going to stand
up in open court and claim

that there are flying saucers
or that kind of nonsense,

and I am most certainly not
going to accuse my colleague

of being some sort
of space monster.

You don't have
to claim anything.

Just ask the questions.

When Wiznofsky gets
finished telling his story,

I may not have any
questions to ask.

And when we got inside the room,
there was no sign of the victim.

Gilman had already
taken the body and...

Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained.

Confine your testimony

to those things you
actually witnessed.

Yes, sir.

All right, Sergeant Wiznofsky,

was there any other
entrance to the furnace room?

No.

Was there, within the room,
anyplace to dispose of a body?

Yes, sir.

There was a large, open furnace.

Was this furnace
operative at the time?

I'll say.

It was going like a...
I was about to say

"It was going like
a blast furnace."

Your witness.

No questions, Your Honor.

The defense reserves
the right to cross-examine.

You may step down, Sergeant.

Call your next
witness, Mr. Slater.

Mr. David Vincent.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I swear.

Please state your
name and occupation.

David Vincent, architect.

You're a friend of the
defendant, aren't you?

Yes.

Now, Mr. Vincent,

on the afternoon of
Mr. Wilk's murder...

Uh... disappearance.

Very well.

On the afternoon of
Mr. Wilk's disappearance,

you were with Sergeant Wiznofsky

at the window of
the furnace room,

were you not? Yes.

Now, you heard Sergeant
Wiznofsky's testimony

as to what occurred?

Yes.

Was his account correct?

Yes, it was.

Then you did see the
defendant raise the pipe wrench

and strike Mr. Wilk
on the head with it?

Yes, but Mr. Wilk did not die.

You saw him alive
again afterwards?

No.

You never saw him again,

did you, Mr. Vincent?

No.

What you did see

was Mr. Wilk fall to the floor,

and when you entered the
room, the body was gone,

and there was an
open blazing furnace.

That correct?

As far as it goes.

Yes or no, Mr. Vincent?

Yes.

Your witness.

Your Honor, I'd like
to make a statement.

Your Honor, Mr. Vincent is
not a defendant in this case

nor is he an attorney.

I think it's very important.

It's slightly irregular,
Your Honor.

David: That's just
my point, Your Honor.

This entire case
is slightly irregular.

You may make your
statement, Mr. Vincent,

but, uh, try and keep
it brief as possible.

Yes, I did see
Charlie hit Mr. Wilk

over the head with
that pipe wrench.

Ask Charlie himself.

He'll say he did it.

However, I understand

the definition of murder

is the killing of
another human being.

Fred Wilk was not a human being.

This court will recess
for one half hour.

Mr. Vincent,

I'd like to see you
in my chambers.

Slater, Bernard, you, too.

Mr. Vincent, I hope I
don't have to remind you

that a man's life
is at stake here.

Your Honor, I'm aware of that.

I trust this wasn't
your idea, Mr. Bernard.

No, sir. I told both the
defendant and Mr. Vin...

He had nothing to do with it.

Charlie saw Fred
Wilk disintegrate.

Now, that may not prove that he
was a creature from another planet,

but it certainly indicates
he wasn't human.

If that's what he
saw. He saw that.

Mr. Vincent, are
you asking us to...

All right, all right, gentlemen!

Let's not try the case here.

Your Honor, I don't know exactly
what the defense has in mind,

but it certainly looks
as if they're trying

to turn this trial into
a three-ring circus.

We're trying to
prove what happened.

That's what we're all here
for, Mr. Vincent... the truth.

But I must warn you against
any more grandstanding.

Your Honor, we must
have a certain latitude.

Latitude, Mr. Vincent,
not license.

Yes, sir.

That's all, gentlemen.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I realize you're
in quite a spot.

I'm afraid I don't see it.

Well, not if you find
Gilman guilty, of course.

The case will be decided
on the evidence, Mr. Slater.

Well, I'm sure of
that, Your Honor.

But the way I heard it,

you're being considered
for the state Supreme Court.

What's your point?

If this trial goes another day,

the newspapers
will have a picnic.

A barbecue.

Well, can't you just
see the governor

appointing a man who, in effect,

had announced his belief
in little green Martians?

Get out, Slater.

Just let Symondson
do the judging.

You know, I've got a
reputation to protect.

I just can't...

What about Charlie
Gilman's life?

Excuse me.

I would like to know
why you're doing this.

Doing what?

Smearing my husband's memory.

Look, lady, what I said in
court about your husband is true.

You know it isn't.

Maybe you have
reason for denying it.

Yes. I have every reason.

He was my husband.

That's not what I meant.

Maybe you had the same
reason he had for hiding the truth.

You were pretty rough on her.

Why not? She was
married to an alien.

She's probably one herself.

I wish I could make up my mind.

About what?

Whether I'm handling a
case that'll make history

or whether I'm being sucked
in by a couple of kooks.

Maybe I'm the victim
of a giant put-on.

Well, you don't have
to worry about that.

As I said before, let
Symondson do the judging.

It's his job.

You may cross-examine,
Mr. Bernard.

Now, Miss Cole,

you testified that the defendant

entered the restaurant
where you worked,

walked over to the table where
Mr. and Mrs. Wilk were sitting,

and without any provocation,

physically assaulted Mr. Wilk.

Well, not exactly.

What do you mean, "not exactly"?

I mean, that's not
exactly how I said it,

but that's how it happened okay.

And you're absolutely sure

that Mr. Wilk didn't
do or say anything

that might've
provoked the attack?

The only one that said
anything at all was that one there.

He said... wait a minute,

I want to get it right.

Yeah... he said,
"I ought to kill you."

Miss Cole,

during the fight or after,

did you see any
blood on Mr. Wilk?

No.

No further questions.

I have one more
question, Miss Cole.

As many as you need.

When did you stop
watching the fight?

As soon as it
started to get rough.

I think that one,

he picked up a glass,
and I couldn't look no more.

I don't like violence
and that stuff, you know.

No further questions.

You may step down, Miss Cole.

Mrs. Janet Wilk.

You swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I swear.

You are Mrs. Janet Wilk?

Yes.

And the widow of
the late Fred Wilk?

I am.

I'll have to ask you to
speak up a little, Mrs. Wilk.

Yes, sir.

How long were you
and Mr. Wilk married?

11 months.

And you have one
child... an infant.

Yes.

Now, Mrs. Wilk, you were
present in the courtroom

during the testimony of Sergeant
Wiznofsky and Miss Cole, weren't you?

I was.

Was Miss Cole's
account of the fight

between your husband
and the defendant

an accurate description
of that encounter?

Yes.

Did you hear the defendant say

"I ought to kill you"?

Mrs. Wilk?

Yes, I heard him.

Well, now, Mrs. Wilk, do
you know of any reason why

the defendant, Charles Gilman,
should attack your husband

either that night
at the restaurant

on or on the day of his death?

Do you, Mrs. Wilk?

Well... before I moved here...

before I met Fred...

Go on.

Before that, Charlie and I
were engaged for three years.

You were engaged

to the defendant in this case?

Yes.

And then we had a big fight,

and I moved here
to Lincoln City.

And about a year
later, Charlie came, too.

But by that time, I'd
already married Fred...

and Charlie...

Well, Charlie didn't
like that much.

Ask for a recess.

Your Honor...

this testimony comes as
something of a surprise.

I should like a few moments

to consult with my client.

This court will
recess for 15 minutes.

All right, let's hear it.

What?

The whole story.

You just heard it.

From you.

Well, it, uh... it
was like she said.

We had a fight, she moved
here, I took it for about a year,

then I followed and, uh...

she was already married
to Wilk, had a kid and...

and that's it.

Why didn't you tell us that?

I don't know.

Well, maybe I know.

Maybe you just wanted me here

for an elaborate cop-out.

Maybe Wilk was as
human as you or I.

Maybe you did throw
him into the furnace.

Well, if that's what
you want to believe, pal,

you go right ahead.

That's not what I
believe, Charlie,

but why didn't you
say something?

Now they've
established a motive.

Then change the plea to guilty.

That's what they're going
to come up with, anyway.

Why did you kill him?

Because... because
he was an alien.

You didn't know he was an alien

when you started that
fight in the restaurant.

Oh, look, I... I had
a couple of drinks.

I was feeling sorry for myself.

I don't know... maybe I
was thinking about Janet.

I don't know!

Were you thinking about
her when you killed him?

What did he say to
you before you hit him?

I don't remember.

You don't remember.

Was it about Janet?

Come on, was it about Janet?

Yes, it was about Janet.
Now get off my back!

I'm guilty.

We can still fight this

if we can prove
Wilk was an alien.

No!

Maybe Brennan will
come up with something.

Look, don't you understand?

I killed a man.

What are you talking about?

Wilk was a man.

They're about
ready to reconvene.

We'll be there.

Judge Symondson...
We'll be there!

Now say it again for me.

I wanted to kill him.

And at that very moment,

he could have been a man,

but I didn't even
think about that.

I just wanted to kill him!

But he was an alien.

Yeah.

That's the point.

Are you still in love with her?

She married another guy.

Did I ask you that?

Well, what if I am?

Wait a minute...

I have a question.

If Wilk was one of your
aliens, why would he marry her?

I mean, what for?

I don't know.

Part of his cover.

You sure you're not riding
your own horse, Mr. Vincent?

What is that supposed to mean?

I want him to defend himself,

so I can prove there
are aliens here on Earth?

Something like that.

I don't know, that
may be part of it.

If only we could prove
what we're trying to prove.

Terrific. How do we do it?

Fred Wilk has lived
here for the last year.

He had a job, family, friends...

he was an active
member of the community.

All we have to do is
prove he never existed.

Look, I'm not interested
in how much he earned.

All I want to find out is if
he filed a federal return.

Yeah... anytime
before last year...

Right... thanks.

Sorry, Alec.

Now, any service
record, or if not, why not?

Soon. Yesterday would be nice.

I got a murder trial going.

Get me David Vincent.

I'll see.

Just a moment.

Oh, Mr. Vincent... telephone.

Thank you.

Hello.

Vincent...

Fred Wilk may have
lived before last year,

but he sure hasn't
proved it to me.

He hasn't even come close.

Well, he doesn't
have to prove he did.

We have to prove he didn't.

I might even be able to help
you out there, Mr. Vincent.

How much time I got?

Until 7:00.

Now, get on it,
will you, please?

Was this Charlie's idea my
testifying for the defense?

No. It was mine.

He didn't like the idea.

Thought it would embarrass you.

It will.

Worse things can happen.

Look, Mr. Vincent,
this isn't Perry Mason.

You want me to go
in there and save him.

Well, I can't do that.

Charlie killed a man.

Maybe not the nicest
guy in the world...

maybe not the
greatest husband...

but a man.

We don't think so.

It's Charlie

I don't think is much of a man.

He swears he loves me,

then he takes the
first freight out of town.

He resents my marrying
Fred, so he beats him up...

and that's not enough...

and he kills him... and he lies.

He lies about everything
that's happened.

Well, he told me something
this morning that I believe.

What?

He loves you.

And you believe him?

Do you believe anything he says?

Every word.

I swear to you, every
word is God's truth.

Your witness.

Mr. Gilman, this man
that you admit to killing...

Objection!

He does not admit
to killing a man.

Sustained.

This thing that you
killed... this being...

this...

do you mind if we
call him Fred Wilk?

All right.

You worked in the same
plant with him, didn't you?

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Along with 400
other people. Yes.

Where you were the only one

who claimed that he
wasn't human. Yes.

But of course, you knew him
better than they did, didn't you?

I mean, you knew him socially.

He married your old
girlfriend, didn't he?

Yes.

And that's why you killed him.

Why doesn't mean anything.

He wasn't a human being.

Oh, come on, Mr. Gilman.

He breathed, didn't he?

He ate.

He cried, he laughed,
he walked, he talked,

and he wasn't human?

No.

He was a father, Mr. Gilman.

He had a child,

and yet you claim
he wasn't human.

Now, how can that be?

Will you please
explain that to me?

How can that be?

He was not a human being.

No further questions.

Janet Wilk to the stand, please.

May I remind you, Mrs.
Wilk, you're still under oath.

Mrs. Wilk... Yes?

How long were you
married to Fred Wilk?

Um, a little under a year.

And how long had you known
him before you were married?

Only a few weeks.

What do you know about his past,

uh, before you met him?

Well, nothing.

As far as I know,
he never existed

before I met him.

And your... marriage... How
would you characterize it?

My marriage was not good.

In what respect?

Well...

He never touched me.

He never wanted to.

Why? Had he no human desires?

No human drives?

Your Honor, I object.

The use of the word
"human" in this context?

Overruled. A wife
is a better judge

of her husband's
behavior than a lawyer.

I'm, uh, sorry to disappoint you

in that regard, Mr. Slater.

Answer the question, Mrs. Wilk.

No human desires.

None whatever.

Why do you think
that Fred Wilk...

To all outward appearances a
man, a normal human being...

Could not have, uh,
relations with you?

Your Honor, objection.

It hasn't been established
that he could not.

All that's been said
is that he did not.

Sustained.

There was something cold...

almost... inhuman.

Objection, Your Honor.

If the question at bar is

was a man a man, you
don't call him inhuman.

Sustained.

And, Your Honor, I must
object to the spectacle of a wife

assassinating her husband's
memory after he's dead.

Overruled

and out of order.

Did you tell Charles
Gilman the defendant...

Did you express
to him your feelings

that your husband was not...
what you expected him to be?

Yes, sir, I had.

Mrs. Wilk, what do you think?

Was Fred Wilk a human
being or was he not?

I wish I knew.

You may cross-examine.

All right, Mrs. Wilk...
you've been telling us

that in some respects, your...

your husband was
not a human being...

Not a normal man.

Yes, sir.

Are you a normal woman?

I believe so.

Married 11 months?

Yes, sir.

And you have a son?

Yes, sir.

Who's four months old.

Yes, sir.

Well, then are we correct
in assuming, Mrs. Wilk,

that your husband...
Your late husband...

Is not the father of this child?

Yes, sir.

Well, will you please
tell us, Mrs. Wilk, who is?

Objection! Immaterial
and irrelevant.

Would, uh, Counsel
approach the bench?

You raised this line of
questioning, Mr. Bernard,

and I'm inclined to let
prosecution pursue it.

On the other hand, I don't want

to cause this woman
needless humiliation.

I'll require an answer if
it's relevant to the case.

I believe it's very
relevant, Your Honor.

It'll further establish motive,

and it'll cast doubt on the
credibility of this witness.

You're impeaching your
own witness, Mr. Slater.

I realize that, Your Honor.

Very well.

Objection overruled.

Proceed, Mr. Slater.

Thank you, Your Honor.

All right, Mrs. Wilk,
who is the father?

Charles Gilman.

The defendant. You
were in love with him.

I was.

And still are?

Yes.

So you never loved your husband.

In fact, you were pregnant
when you married him.

Probably never encouraged him.

Do you really blame him

for not having
relations with you?

He... he couldn't.

You wanted him to
be a normal husband.

Were you a normal wife?

I guess not.

So, outside of your desire
to protect the defendant,

do you have any specific proof

that Fred Wilk was not
what he seemed to be...

A man?

No, sir.

No further questions.

Janet...

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I told Mr. Vincent
I'd be embarrassed

to go up there and
say those things...

but I wasn't... not a bit.

Did it help?

It's a start.

Telephone call for Mr. Vincent.

Defense calls John Lovell.

Hello?

Vincent, I've got it.

Now, I can't guarantee
that Fred Wilk

was card-carrying
member of outer space,

but he sure wasn't Fred Wilk.

Birth certificate,
fingerprints, Social Security...

None of it adds up.

No mistakes? No mistakes.

How long will it
take you to get here?

They're flying it down
from the state Capitol.

Keep the trial going till 7:00.

I'll meet you in
the parking lot.

Nice going, Brennan.

Be careful.

So, Mr. Lovell, the fact
that there was no trace

of a human being
in the ashes is not

conclusive? Thank you
very much, Mr. Vincent.

I only testified that there is
no evidence a man burned up.

I drew no conclusions.

Well, when a man
burns in a furnace,

can science establish
it with certainty?

Usually.

Usually... but not always.

So that it's entirely possible

that a human being...
Fred Wilk, say...

Could be incinerated
and yet leave no trace.

Except for the trace of calcium.

Many substances contain calcium.

Including human beings.

Including, among other
things, human beings.

No further questions.

Oh... this isn't
helping one bit.

I can keep setting them up

and Slater's going to
keep knocking them down.

I've got nothing to go
on. Do you understand?

Just keep this thing
going until 7:00.

Brennan found something?

Everything.

Proof that Wilk was an alien?

Proof that he wasn't Fred Wilk.

Oh, that's not enough.

Our defense is that
Charles didn't kill a man.

Now, the best this
can do is to establish

that he killed a different man.

Now, listen to me...
You're paying me for advice.

My advice is to try
and make a deal.

Say that Fred Wilk was a man.

But he wasn't a man.

Say he was.

Make a deal with them, Charlie.

Get off with your life.

Have you concluded
your case, Mr. Bernard?

No deal. Right?

Right.

Your Honor, may we have
a continuance till 7:00 p.m.?

On what grounds?

A key witness, I believe.

Well, Your Honor...

if the defense isn't
ready, the prosecution is.

We have a key witness ourselves.

All right, Mr. Bernard?

All right, Your Honor.

The People call
Mr. Fred Wilk, Sr.

No... What is this?

I don't know.

Name and address? Fred Wilk, Sr.

Rural Free Delivery number
three, Omaha, Nebraska.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

Mr. Wilk...

is this a picture of your son?

My natural son...
Born July 7, 1933.

I ask that this be marked
and introduced into evidence.

Now, Mr. Wilk,
just two questions.

Are you his father?

I am.

I, uh, took the liberty

of bringing along
his birth certificate.

And... where's his mother?

Stand up, Mother.

No further questions.

You may cross.

No questions.

Your Honor, in view of
this conclusive evidence

that the murder victim,
Fred Wilk, Jr., was a man,

a whole man and
nothing but a man,

the prosecution
respectfully moves

for a directed verdict of guilty
on all charges and specifications.

Who sent you here?

A friend of the
cause, Mr. Vincent.

You'd better come with me.

I'm afraid we can't, David.

Say, Mr. Vincent...

I'd say we've kind of
got you by the ears.

What would you say?

They're all over the place...

Mr. Fred Wilk, Sr.,
the district attorney.

You can't stop them
and I can't stop them.

Listen, it's almost 7:00.

Brennan will be here any minute.

Brennan's not going to save me.

Look, they can't cover forever.

We'll find something out.

We're going to Omaha...
Check RFD number three...

And prove what?

That Fred Wilk,
Sr., never existed?

Now, you listen to me.

I'm running out of time.

I want that attorney
down here now.

I want to make a
deal. It's my life!

Charlie, I know that.

I need a little more time.

You know, you never
knew in the army

how scared I was
of dying, did you?

Nightmares for three
whole years in Korea.

I thought I was over that.

You want to know what
I dreamed last night?

I'll talk to the lawyer.

Yeah.

Let me talk to Brennan first.

Hi, pretty.

Hi.

Brennan...

you're a lifesaver.

All right, what did
Brennan have for us?

A cerebral hemorrhage.

He's dead.

So, that's how they do it.

That's how.

Who knew he was coming?

I don't know.

You said something in court
about a key witness at 7:00.

Well...

that's that.

Charlie wants to make a deal.

What can you do for him?

Well, I don't think
they'll take self-defense.

Voluntary manslaughter, maybe...

murder in the second.

We could try temporary insanity.

Yeah, it sounds
that way, doesn't it?

The whole world is
nuts and everyone in it.

Well, I'll get together
with the judge and Slater

in his chambers... see
what they'll do for us.

Listen, whatever you do,

make sure you get
two guarantees...

Make sure he gets
off with his life...

Of course.

And try to keep the door open.

I don't care how long it
takes, I'm going to find proof,

and when I do, I
want him set free.

I'll try.

Okay.

I'll tell him.

It could mean 20
years in jail or...

or an insane asylum someplace.

I don't know.

It doesn't matter.

We're together now.

It's right.

We're right.

What's the matter?

Bernard's making
a deal right now.

Brennan came up empty, huh?

He's dead.

They killed him.

I found him outside in his car.

What about the evidence?

Whoever killed him took it.

I'd like to know

what Slater was
doing about then.

You think Slater killed him?

It's a good guess.

Well, maybe your lawyer saw him.

Bernard?

Well, yes, I saw him
coming in from the parking lot

when I was coming up here.

Are you sure?

Yes.

He was carrying
some envelopes...

Papers or something.

Guard!

We were just talking about
you, Mr. Vincent. Come in.

We've been trying
to see our way clear

to a compromise in this case.

Yes, sir.

When one man maintains a
lie in the face of the evidence,

he's probably demented,

but two men... I
have to ask myself,

"Is it a conspiracy... an
attempt to evade justice?"

Now, these gentlemen
may suggest a compromise.

I have to approve it,

but I won't until I understand

why you and the defendant
told such an improbable story.

May I?

Help yourself.

I'm sorry.

I... I must be nervous.

Your Honor...

what if I do believe all this?

What if I believe

there are alien
beings here on Earth

who have no pulse,
no heartbeat...

who feel no pain?

You believe it?

Is that what you're saying?

I'll leave that to you.

Maybe there aren't
aliens here on Earth,

but people who don't
bleed when they're cut.

Stop that man!

Hold it! Hold it!

Stop or I shoot!

Did you see him burn?

Just like they said.

All rise.

Be seated.

Will the defendant rise, please?

Because of the unusual
aspects of this case,

Mr. Slater has agreed

to move for a
dismissal of the charge

on ground of
insufficient evidence.

Motion granted.

Case dismissed.

Say, Vincent... you
know something?

For a minute there,
I was almost afraid

I was going to be your
next slashing victim.

Well, I had thought about it.

You really thought

that Slater here was
one of your aliens?

For a while, Judge.

You should've asked me.

He was a student
of mine in law school.

And one of your
best, huh, Judge?

Right.

But I never did like him.

It's been an interesting
couple of days.

It sure has.

Let's see, the last time
you said that was, um...

Inchon Landing.

Next time I call, you
won't head the other way?

No. More than
likely, I'll call you.

You know they're here
now... the judge, Slater...

I may ask all three of
you to prove my case.

Well, we'll be there.

You know, I like
that judge, Charlie.

Do you think he'd
perform the ceremony?

I don't know.

I don't know why not...

if you two can
pass the blood test.

See you.

Three more witnesses

to testify on David
Vincent's behalf

when he has his day in court--

When he presents his
case to the authorities

proving the existence
of alien invaders.