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(door closes)

How is he?

Mild concussion.

Could be
a broken collarbone.

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

Well, he shouldn't
be left alone.

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

He's still unconscious.

Is he a relative?

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

I think he was
hit by a car.

You're the first
doctor I could find.

Well, he's
a very lucky man.

(door opening)

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

"Henry."

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

Henry, please.

Excuse me,
Mr. Vincent.

Sure.

(door shuts)

It's the same way
on both sets.

(knocking)

What'd you find, Doctor?

Well... nothing
much, young man--

only that your
friend seems

to have no bone
structure at all.

Obviously, something
wrong with the plates.

I don't think so, Doc.

Well... we'll
make another set.

Mrs. Thorne,
you have no idea

how important those
X-rays can be.

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

You shouldn't be out of bed.

Where's my husband?

Inside.

I think he had a stroke.

Henry!

NARRATOR:
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.

(eerie whirring)

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

(whirring intensifies)

Now, David Vincent knows
that the invaders are here,

that they've taken human form.

Somehow, he must convince
a disbelieving world

that the nightmare
has already begun.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Sally Kellerman...

James Callahan...

and special guest star
Ed Begley.

NARRATOR:
A small-town doctor has died,

and his patient
has disappeared,

but now David Vincent
has evidence--

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

evidence
that he can turn over

to a government
research project

at a prominent
Illinois university.

Mr. Vincent?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Crowell.

Delighted you made it.

Did you have any trouble?
Not at all.

And, of course,
Professor Harrison,

the chairman
of our special project.

How are you?

Thankful you've
brought us the X-rays.

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

All right, right.

You're sure these
are authentic.

Positive.

I was there
when they were taken.

Doctor, this
is the proof

we've been after
for two years.

It certainly
isn't a human
structure.

Mr. Vincent...

I don't know how
I can thank you

for contacting Dr.Crowell
about this.

Well, I had read
about the government grant

to your project for UFO
research, and I figured

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

What are your plans now,
Mr. Vincent?

Well, I have a room
at the Hammond Hotel.

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

unless you think
I should stay.

No, these X-rays
speak for themselves.

Dr. Crowell will drive you
to your hotel.

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

We may need an
affidavit later on.

Of course.

Rest assured
we'll guard these
with our lives.

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

So long.

Hello?

This is Argyle.

I'm in Harrison's office.

Vincent has another set
of X-rays.

That's right.

He's at the Hammond Hotel.

Where to?

Airport.

Right.

Take care of that
thing, will you?

Ten years hacking,
never lost a thing.

Okay.

Thanks.

Where you heading,
New York?
Yeah.

I got relatives
there, two sisters.

Should have stayed
there myself.

A guy can make out
in that town.

(tires screeching)

(on phone):
Dr. Crowell speaking.

Doctor,
it's David Vincent calling.

Don't tell me
there's another delay.

What are you talking about?

Well, the X-rays, Mr. Vincent.

You will be arriving tonight,
won't you?

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

Fine.

Good-bye.

We received this wire
yesterday morning

saying you'd be
a day late.

Never sent this.

Well, then, who did,
Mr. Vincent?

One of your
little green men?

Miss Crowell,
they're not little

and they're not green.

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

or me.

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

Laura.

Sorry.

(doorbell chimes)

That'll be
Dr. Mills.

Excuse me.

Light?

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

Your father does, too.

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

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

Dr. Mills.
How do you do?

I told him
about last night.

You'll excuse me
for saying this,

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

We've had a lot
of disappointments

in the last ten months.

We stole Harry away from
Stanford last February

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

He's the best
man we have.

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

Hello, Harry. Do we
still have our tennis date

or has Mr. Vincent's
dramatic appearance

canceled our plans?

Well, this is kind of
important, Laura.

I wonder if we can
make it tomorrow.

Enjoy your visit,
Mr. Vincent.

The sacrifices we scientists
have to make, huh?

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

But...?

I wish I understood
her better.

She's changed--

different from
what I've expected.

HARRY:
Well, Sam, 15 years
is a long time.

True.

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

Yes.

I'll call
Professor Harrison

and tell him
we'll be over.

What did you mean
by "15 years"?

Oh, well, Dr. Crowell's

been separated
from his wife
for 15 years.

Laura's been living
with her mother in Europe.

As a matter of fact,
she just came back.

Professor Harrison
is waiting for us--

the real one.

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

Wasn't it locked?

No.

I'll call us a cab.

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

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

suspecting every
cab driver.

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

We'll take that.

Oh, Dr. Crowell,
go right in.

Professor Harrison's
waiting for you.

I'll get these X-rays out.

All right, all set.

Good.

Ed.

This is David Vincent.

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

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

Any change?

They've given us
two weeks to prove

we've made some progress.

Or it's all down the drain.

Mr. Vincent,

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

Well, I hope
it works out that way.

These are the X-rays.

As you can see,

this is the left
shoulder area.

These are remarkable,
Mr. Vincent, as advertised.

Who was present when
these were taken?

I was and
Dr. Thorn,

who unfortunately
is now dead;

Mrs. Thorn, who
was his assistant

and an X-ray
technician.

Do you think
she'd come in here

and sign an affidavit?

I'm sure she would.

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

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

Well, the 7th Cavalry

will be proud to go
anywhere you ask,

even before your
congressional committee.

But we would like you
to stay in town

while these X-rays
are being studied.

That's no problem.

Fine. Thank you
again, Mr. Vincent.

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

They'll be right
here in this cabinet

under lock and key.

May I ask who
has the key?

I do.

Fine. So long.

Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.

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

Would you mind seeing me
tomorrow morning?

Of course.

Come over for coffee.

Thank you.

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

Ed, those X-rays are
pretty fantastic.

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

Well, let's face it, Harry.

Any pictures, including these,
can be faked.

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

The important thing is,
we believe you,

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

So your worries are over.

Not quite.

How did those two aliens
who impersonated

you and Professor Harrison
know I was coming?

Yes, I've wondered
about that, too.

The three of us
and Harrison

were the only ones
who knew about it.

No one else?

I felt this was
too important.

I've kept it
all in the family.

Then you did tell
your daughter.

Not even Laura...

although why
I shouldn't have,

I can't imagine.

I'm afraid I told her.

I'm sorry,

but I wanted her to realize

how important this work was--

but no one else, believe me.

(phone ringing)

Where is Laura now?

Oh, at the tennis courts

and getting more impatient
by the minute.

Do you mind
if I go along?

No. Please.

Yes, he is.

Oh, just a moment, please.

David, it's for you.

Excuse me.

Sure.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yes, Mrs. Thorne.

X-ray technician.

Where are you now?

Uh, at the airport.

I was able to catch
an earlier flight.

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

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

We'll pick you up.

I'll leave right
now. Bye-bye.

Well, there goes
the tennis game.

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

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

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

All right. We'll
meet you there.

Well, I can't say
I look forward

to explaining this to Laura.

Why don't I do it?

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

Yes.

Why don't you go ahead?

I can pick up
Mrs. Thorne for you.

You don't mind, do you?

Oh, no.

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

Well, she'll be
waiting out in front.

David, uh, just
be diplomatic.

That's all I ask--
diplomatic.

Who was that man?

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

Who was he?

I think he said
he was from Venus.

That's very funny.

Actually, I
don't know.

I never saw him
before in my life.

He just asked
me how to get

to the administration
building,

and then he saw
you and he ran.

Did you think
we were exchanging
invasion secrets?

Something like that.

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

I'm sorry.

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

and he's neglecting
important work

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

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

What makes you think
it's mumbo jumbo?

Woman's intuition--

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

Right.

Hey, you feeling all right?

You smiled.

Harry apologizes.

He can't make it today.

You should smile more often.

You know, you're
really very attractive.

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

What happened
to your hand?

Why? What's wrong?

The scar over
your fourth finger.

How did you get it?

A riding accident.

You've got that look again.

Is this scar supposed
to mean something?

No, not necessarily.

One more question
and I'll let you go.

How do you know I want to?

Your father said you
knew I was coming here.

Did you tell
anyone else?

Why? Who would I tell?

Answer the question.

No, I did not tell anybody.

Are you sure?

Don't you trust anyone?

All right...

I'll come clean.

I was the one-- me.

I fingered you
to the invaders.

The guy you saw me
talking to--

he was my contact.

And you know
how I got
this scar?

Falling out of a spaceship.

Now go play your games
with my father

and Dr. Harrison
and Harry

and leave me out of it,
please.

Excuse me. Uh, Mrs. Thorne?

Yes.

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

Mr. Vincent asked me
to pick you up.

The car's right this way.

Mrs. Thorne...?

Yes... yes, quite.

I don't quite understand,
Mr. Vincent.

I simply want to know

how long your daughter's
been living with you.

About two months. Why?

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

That's right.

Had you ever seen
a photograph of her

taken during
that period?

As a matter of fact, I...

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

I know, Doctor. I'm sorry.

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

that have happened
that I can't explain.

How do they involve Laura?

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

But that-that scar
on her right hand--

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

Mr. Vincent, I refuse
to listen to this.

Well, Doctor, I, uh...

I thought you had
an open mind.

Isn't that what this
whole project is about?

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

since she was 11...

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

I will not allow you

to carry your ridiculous
fears into my home.

When you start seeing aliens
under every bed,

I start questioning your sanity.

When I start questioning
my friends,

I'm some kind of idiot.

Sorry, David.

I know we're fighting
the same war.

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

I can imagine how it sounded.

The pressures on you
must be pretty grim.

At least you have allies now...

and some real proof.

And when Mrs. Thorne
authenticates those X-rays

and you've gotten them
to Washington,

maybe there'll be
an end to this war.

Mrs. Thorne, good
to see you again.

Hello, Mr. Vincent.

Mrs. Thorne,
this is Dr. Crowell.

How do you do?

Professor Harrison's
waiting inside for us.

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

to see the X-rays.

(knocking)

Come in, please.

Mrs. Thorne,
Professor Harrison.

Mrs. Thorne...

How do you do?

Would you like
to sit over here?

Thank you.

Here are the X-rays.

HARRISON:
Is the light
all right here

or would you
like to step
to the window?

No, this is
fine, thank you.

Mrs. Thorne,
if you don't mind,

I'll have my secretary
make a transcript

of your statement.

I'm afraid I have
no statement to make.

I beg your pardon?

These are not the same X-rays

that I developed
in my husband's office.

What are you talking about?

I don't know what kind of game

Mr. Vincent
has been trying to play,

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

Well, look...
look right here.

You pointed this out
to me yourself.

You're wasting your
time, Mr. Vincent.

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

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

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

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

Mr. Vincent,
please.
She's lying!

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

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

Mr. Vincent,
please let her go.

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

It would be
meaningless.

Mrs. Thorne,
are you certain

that these
are not the X-rays

that you expected to find?

I am positive.

Then I'm terribly sorry

that you had
to make this journey.

So am I.

DAVID:
Mrs. Thorne...

What happened?

You made a mistake,
Mr. Vincent.

That's all that happened.

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

We've still got
Mr. Vincent.

HARRISON:
Mr. Vincent...

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

No question.

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

on your testimony alone.

Is it all right?

Yes.

You're sure?

Yes, I swear.
It's all right.

Go ahead.

Mrs. Thorne.

I wish you'd
leave me alone.

What is it? What happened?

Nothing.

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

Please, Mr. Vincent,
just leave me alone.

Mrs. Thorne,
they murdered your husband.

You're helping them.

I know.

Help me.

I can't.

Why?

Did they threaten you?

Was it Dr. Mills?

The man who met you
here at the airport?

No, Mr. Vincent, please.

MAN (over P.A. system):
Flight 432 now loading
at Gate 6.

That's my plane.

I'm only asking
for a name.

I'm not a very brave woman.

Please let me go.

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

to Professor Richard Kurawicz.

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

Right.

Harry Mills.

That's it.

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

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

try Professor Harrison's office
at the university.

Okay. Thanks, Dick.

Bye-bye.

Looking for someone?

Shh.

You never can tell

where one of those
invaders might be.

Another game?
Yeah.

It's called "Laura's pigeon."

I let Harry talk me
into tracking you down.

Why?
The usual nonsense.

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

Asked me if I'd go
to the airport

and see if you were here.

What did he want?

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

The Granville Power Company--

ever heard of it?
No.

It's a deserted plant

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

Harry wants you
to meet him there.

He said it's
important.

Is this for real?

To Harry, it is.

All right. Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Crowell.

You found what?!

An alien regeneration station

at the old Granville
Power Plant.

An alien regeneration
station?

Are you sure of that?

Absolutely.

Now, I tried to reach Mills.

He said he was going
to meet me out there.

Harry's here with me.

You... actually
saw this place?

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

for that congressional
committee.

How soon can you make it?

We're on our way.

If you have a gun, bring it.

Told you not to sell
Vincent short.

Aren't the police here yet?

Harry thought
they should
see this, too.

Good idea.
Where have you been?

With Sam. Sounds
like you really
scored this time.

You were supposed
to meet me here.

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

Gentlemen, let's not
stand here talking.

There's a gold mine
in there.

Right this way.

All right, which way?

Right here
in this room.

Regeneration tubes...

control panels,
everything was in this room.

Vincent, this
place looks

like it's been
deserted for years.

Which one of you
is Dr. Mills?

I am.

Uh, this is Dr. Crowell,
Lieutenant Eaton.

This is Mr. Vincent,

who wanted us
to come out here.

Hi.

Where's all the stuff?

It was a setup.

They've moved.

And cleaned the place out?

They didn't do a very good job.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

Forget it.

We get all kinds of kooks.

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

Uh, fine.

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

I don't blame you.

He might try to fly back
on a broomstick.

Good night.

Good night.
Good night.

Nothing.

Not nothing, Vincent.

You're putting our entire
program in jeopardy.

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

I beg your pardon?

You wanted it to happen.

That's why you had me
come out here.

Vincent, I think you're
imagining things.

He asked me to meet him
out here.

Impossible.

That's not true.

Make me look like a psycho,

and those X-rays
go out the window.

Harry didn't call you
or anyone else.

He's been with me
every second.

From the moment
you left Professor
Harrison's office

until right now.

I'm sorry, Vincent.

That's the truth.

Where's Laura?

Now don't start
with that again.

Where is she?

Probably
at the university.

I promised to show her
the X-rays.

Vincent.

Vincent.

(tires squealing)

I thought you were
off chasing monsters.

I'll bet you did.

What were you looking for?

CROWELL:
Stay away from her, Vincent.

What were you
looking for?

I got tired of
waiting for you,

and I was looking for
the key to the cabinet

when this madman
burst in.

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

but please bear with me.

She is not your daughter.

(scoffs)

Vincent, you are mad.

Or you have a marvelous
sense of humor.

Tell us about the scar
on your hand.

I did tell you about it.

It was from a riding accident.

I think it was from an operation

to correct
a mutated fourth finger.

You're serious.

You're really serious.

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

What for?

She has none.

None of them have
a pulse or a heartbeat.

It's nonsense,
absolute nonsense.

I'll have to
take it myself.

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

You're going
just a bit...

Now we'll settle this.

CROWELL:
Get away from her.

Thank you
for suggesting this.

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

You're paranoid, Vincent...

completely paranoid.

I'd better call
the police.

I don't know how
to convince you two.

Look, there's
very little time.

At least let me
talk to Laura.

Laura is in my office,
and she's going

to stay there
until you leave.

(doorbell chimes)

That must be
the police.

I'm sorry for
you, Vincent.

You're a troubled man.

MILLS:
Come in, Officers.

There he is.

All right, mister,
let's go quietly.

Wait a minute.
These aren't police.

I suppose they're
aliens, too.

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

DAVID:
They're not police!

All right, let's go!

DAVID:
These aren't the police!

Come on, you!

These aren't the police!

Keep moving.

They're pretty rough.

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

But he's not a criminal.

Have the police
come yet?

Yes.

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

Well, what for?

I don't like the way
they handled him.

Vincent needs medical
treatment, nothing else.

Nothing else?

He could've killed me.

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

Now I think
we should help him.

See you later.

Sam?

Do you want me
to go with you?

No. Thanks.

Just... get Laura home,
will you?

Right.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Professor Harrison's
not here now.

Who?

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

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

Stanford University.

Shoot.

Are you sure?

Dr. Harry Mills?

Well, I don't see how...

That's enough of that,
Laura.

Who are you?

Why, Harry Mills,
of course.

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

How sad for him.

Who are you?

Well, that question is rather
academic at this point,

don't you think?

The power plant.

You had someone imitate
your voice

asking me to send
Vincent out there.

You wanted him to suspect me.
Why? Why?

What are you?

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

Laura!

Open this door, Laura.

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

Just talk.

Laura?

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

Get out, Vincent.

(car door slamming)

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

No one will know that,
Mr. Vincent.

We'll send back reports

that you're under intensive
psychiatric care.

They'll never believe it.

You're forgetting
we have someone

very close to the program.

He'll
convince them.

He?

Let's go.

This way.

Laura?

Open the door.

I promise, I won't hurt you.

Laura?

Laura?

There's nothing
to be afraid of, Laura.

Stay away from me.

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

Explain.

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

I'm sorry, Laura.

(gunshot)

It was water.

It was only water.

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

I went to
the police.

He had never
called them.

We have to face it, Ed.

Mills was
probably diverting

most of the valid
information that
came to us.

All right.

So now we know
they're here,

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

You still have
my affidavit.

CROWELL:
And Laura.

If she testifies
to what she saw,

I'm sure we could keep
the program going

a few more months.

How about it, Laura?

Join our
crackpot club?

Of course,
I will.

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

and if anytime
you need a hand...

Thank you.

I couldn't ask for more.

Yes...

you could ask
for a heartfelt apology

from all of us.

And you'd get it, too.

Laura.

Can I walk you
to the car?

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

get this program
moving again.

Can I ask you
something, Ed?

Before today...

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

Well, I guess
we all did, Sam.

NARRATOR:
There are millions who doubt...

some who suspect...

a handful who know.

David Vincent seeks to reveal
the dark face of the invader

so that, before it is too late,

the millions who doubt
will know.