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Now let's get this straight,
Mr. Vincent--

you say that a member
of the top echelon of government

is involved with
these people?

Yes, sir.

Is he one of these,
uh, these aliens

or some sort of
a fellow traveler?

We don't know that yet.

Would you mind telling me
who he is?

Technical advisor

to the National
Security Council.

Arthur Koy?

Arthur Koy has eaten spareribs
at my house.

He's played leapfrog

with my
granddaughters

and he skunked me out of $24
at five-card stud last Tuesday.

We happen to have facts.

Nonsense.

In the last few weeks,
our tracking stations

have been picking up
evidence

of increased
saucer landings.

In every instance,

Arthur Koy happened to be
in the exact area

where these landings
took place.

Mr. Scoville, I know
your reputation,

the work that you've
done for the government,

but do you know
what you sound like?

Of course we know
what we sound like.

Do you think this
is fun for us?

Mr. Vincent, I have
a lifetime of experience

with people who know
that the enemies of the Republic

are hiding under every bed
and behind every curtain.

You have nothing to lose
if you give us

the benefit of the doubt,
if you listen to us.

If you don't listen to us,

if you don't do anything
about this,

you'll have to live
with your conscience.

Mr. Vincent, don't
you lecture me

on my responsibilities.

You sashay in here
with this outrageous charge

against Mr. Koy, and expect
me to swallow it whole?

Mr. Koy is a loyal American.

I will not subject him
to any witch-hunt.

You and your kind
are the menace, sir,

and I seriously
question whether you
are the sort of man

our government
ought to give its
defense contracts to.

Good day, gentlemen.

Mr. Vincent, did you
forget your briefcase

in the senator's office?

I didn't have one. Thank you.

Oh, no!

Oh!

Oh, dear God!

Oh, no!

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 have taken
human form.

Somehow, he must convince
a disbelieving world

that the nightmare
has already begun.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Mark Richman...

Susan Oliver...

John Milford...

Kent Smith.

NARRATOR:
Minutes after the violent death

of one of Washington's
most beloved senators,

David Vincent
and Edgar Scoville

are hustled to the office
of Special Assistant

to the Attorney General--
Andrew M. Hatcher.

Mm-hmm.

I'll be with them
in a minute.

Scoville and Vincent
are outside.

Oh, well...

Stick around.

I think you might
find this interesting.

You're going to question
suspects in a murder case

and you want me here?

Oh, Andy, what are
you up to?

Just trying
to throw you a bone.

Thanks.

Have them come in.

Come in, please.

Mr. Scoville,
Mr. Vincent--

Mr. Andrew Hatcher.

Gentlemen, have a seat, please.

Who planted
that bomb?

Do you have
any idea?

No, sir, we do not.

I've been going through
the notes made

by Senator Breeding's
secretary of your conference.

You claim that an advisor
to the National Security Council

is a traitor... or worse.

Have you made these charges

with any other
government agencies?

No, sir, we haven't.

Well, I suggest
that you don't...

for their sakes.

What are you driving at,
Mr. Hatcher?

You make reference
to "our tracking stations."

You say "we" are trying
to stop them.

What is this collective entity
you keep referring to?

A few people like ourselves.

Believers.

Believers?

A group, a small group

of ordinary people.

Ordinary people don't have

tracking stations,
Mr. Vincent.

I put my facilities
at the disposal

of the group, Mr. Hatcher.

Who are these people?

What are their names?

Where can we...
where can we find them?

I'm sorry, I can't
tell you that.

How many
are you?

I can't tell you
that, either.

You don't know?

I can't tell you.

What does your company do,
Mr. Scoville?

Research and development
in advanced electronics.

Laser design,
guidance systems.

Mm-hmm.

Armaments and munitions?

Yes, sir,
that, too.

I presume that's what
the senator meant

when he said that...

"I seriously doubt whether
you are the sort of man

our government should give
its defense contracts to."

Before you get
carried away,
Mr. Hatcher...

I'm just trying
to be logical,
Mr. Scoville.

Now surely you
couldn't be unhappy

over the death of
a powerful enemy.

I didn't consider him an enemy.

He was an honest
and dedicated man

who saw the truth
differently from me.

He was a man who could
have ruined your business,

exposed and destroyed you

and in your terms, open the way
to an invasion of the Earth.

Now wasn't it your duty
to eliminate him?

You making an accusation?

What do you think, Mr. Vincent?

You're looking for a scapegoat.

Not a scapegoat, Mr. Vincent...

a murderer.

I hope you find him.

Thank you for coming down,
gentlemen.

You'll be
available

if we need you?

Of course.

All right, Andy.

I have a documentary record
of the brilliant assistant

to the attorney
general at work.

Or was it play?

Do you want me
to print this?

That's up to you.

I thought I was doing
you a favor.

I'm never sure whether I
can afford your favors.

The way
I see it is

that you're building
yourself a case--

a case without much evidence,

but with a great deal
of outrage

over the death
of a beloved senator

and you want me to help you
make that case, don't you, Andy?

Now come on, Joan.

Aren't you being a little...
a little bit cynical?

Yep.

But then I have
good reason to be.

One little incident.

I'm sentimental that way.

That one little incident
nearly wrecked two careers.

One of them was mine.

Sayonara.

Get hold of John Donnelly
at NSA.

And have him send over
the security file

on Edgar Scoville.

Make that a rush.

(knocking)

Come in.

I just spoke with the lab.

They'll have the report
on the bomb fragments

and the briefcase
this afternoon.

How'd it go with
Laurel and Hardy?

About what I expected.

They had the motive
and the opportunity

and they're hooked up

with some kind
of a underground organization.

If those lab reports
give us anything at all,

we go to the grand jury.

Don't move.

Straight ahead.

Sit down.

Did you come here
with a warrant?

That's not
my line of work.

What is your line of work?

My name is Joan Seeley.
I'm a reporter.

I saw you taking notes in
Hatcher's office this morning.

He invited me to stick around.

He thought
it'd make a good story.

You want us to believe
that the press was called in

while he was questioning us?

You may not understand it,
Mr. Vincent,

but yes,
I want you to believe it.

Ask her
how she knew about this place.

Senator Breeding's secretary.

You telephoned his office
before the meeting

and left a call-back number.

I had it traced.

But don't worry,
I have no intention

of letting
Hatcher know.

Why not?

He wants to hang you.

I just want a story.

Oh, you want us to share
our secrets with you?

I know you don't trust me,
but you're going to have to.

Why?

Because you are in trouble.

You come into
Senator Breeding's office

ranting about...
about invaders from outer space.

You accuse an advisor to the NSC
of being one of them.

You even have an organization

set up to combat
these aliens.

Hatcher could hang you from a...
from a sour apple tree.

We'll worry about him
when the time comes.

You better worry about him now.

While you're out
shadowboxing with ghosts,

you're about to be clobbered
by a man

who has a very large talent
for this sort of thing

and an ego to match.

I still think Hatcher sent her.

Let's give her a story
to take back.

Come with us.

Our control room.

We gather intelligence
on the aliens here.

We track their space routes
and their landings.

We try to break
their codes.

Plan our own actions.

It's impressive.

But not convincing.

You know what
Andrew Hatcher
could do with this?

Why, he'd have
front page headlines

all over the country.

"Secret group led
by mad industrialist

in a plot to overthrow
the government."

Jim?

Hmm?

You want to run
that new film for Miss Seeley?

Yeah, sure.

Sit here, please.

This is a film we got back
from the lab an hour ago.

Arthur Koy.

He just had
a two-hour session

with the National
Security Council.

Koy's companion is
an alien.

Oh?

What's he giving him?

A report on the
latest developments

in communication
interruption devices.

Why that?

We don't know yet.

We're working on it now.

They've had four meetings
with him in the last two weeks.

This is the first time
they've given him something.

Money?

Koy has no need of that.

My guess is
it's an operational plan--

something that Koy
would be in a position
to program for them.

Well, what would
a journalist have
to say about that?

Why, that a top
government advisor

and a childhood friend
exchanged letters.

We've seen
the man before.

He's an alien.

Can you prove that?

(phone rings)

Yes?

When?

All right. Do whatever you can
to hold it up.

We'll get there as quickly
as possible.

Koy just made

a 10:00 P.M. plane
reservation for Paris.

That means we
have to move now.

Will you take
me with you?

You've seen enough.

You can go back
to Hatcher now.

Listen to me, I am trying
to tell you something.

Andy Hatcher and I grew up
in this town together.

Three years ago,
he leaked a story to me

about the impending
federal indictment

of a United States Congressman,
one George Neely.

The day after I turned
in my story,

all the other papers
picked it up.

Yes, I remember that.

I was in Washington
at the time.

Well, then you also
remember that the
story wasn't true.

The indictment was never sought.

Hatcher's real target was
a group of lobbyists

close to the congressman

and he leaked the story to me
just to try to scare them off.

Now, gentlemen, you are
his steppingstones.

David?

All right, stay with us.

We'll, uh, move at 7:00.

(door opens)

Lab report just came in.

The bomb was made

from a new type of explosive
charge called caldonite.

There's only one plant
in the country

that produces caldonite--
Scoville's.

They'll say it was stolen
from them or purchased.

We need more than that.

We have something more--
a witness.

Dr. Frederickson,
I'd like you to
meet Mr. Hatcher.

Dr. Frederickson, I understand

you have some information
for us.

Yes, sir.

Up until today, I was a member
of the believers.

I want to tell you about them.

Don't move.

Put the envelope on the floor.

David!

Hi, there.

Your receptionist
is out to lunch

and so I took over.

I can see that.

More material
for your monthly ax job

on the ruthless and ambitious
Andrew Hatcher, hmm?

Did I say that?

(chuckles)

I don't know.

Who writes your column?

Oh, Andy.

We used to be friends once,
remember?

I remember very well.

Joan...

Yes, Andy?

Why did you
really come down here?

You are beyond
saving.

I mean, why did you
come here?

Because, Andy,
I like you.

Because I want
to stop you from
doing something

that's going to end
up hurting you.

(chuckles)

Such as, hmm?

Prosecuting Edgar Scoville.

Oh, that.

Well, it isn't
just Scoville.

I'm going to nail
all of them.

Even if they're
telling the truth?

It's a lie, Joan.

On the face of it,
it's a lie.

I have evidence.

What evidence?

Does your evidence encompass
Arthur Koy?

Because on Tuesday,

Scoville and Vincent charged Koy
with conspiring with the aliens

and on Wednesday,

he ticketed himself
on a flight to Paris.

Which he never took.

Well, I can draw

several inferences from that.

I can make a
couple of others

that might not
match yours.

Joan, you are chasing
the wrong fox.

Won't you at least
listen to them?

Won't you let
them come here

and show you
their evidence?

That would only prejudice
their case.

The grand jury meets
one hour from now.

If they return an indictment,

they'll have ample opportunity
to defend themselves.

And, uh...

you will have ample opportunity

to put on
your usual vaudeville show.

(chuckles)

So, what else is new?

I'm sorry, Andy.

I really came here
meaning to be friends.

Oh, yeah, sure.

It sounds like it.

Can we?

You mean, can we
recapture the past?

Well, um,
rediscover it maybe.

What are you
doing tonight?

I'm going to be at
The Tiki Club at 6:00.

And if you think
that we can stop

slugging each other
for an hour or two,

I'll buy you a drink.

All right.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

David, this is Joan.

He's going to the grand jury
in an hour,

but I did set up
the other thing.

You didn't mention Koy,
did you?

No. That's up to you.

All right. We'll be ready.

And you were
at this meeting

with "Edgar Scoville

"David Vincent,
James Bolin,
Anne Lampierre,

"Alexander Goldman,
Bonita Morrow

and John
Merritt"?
Yes, sir.

Was some decision reached
at this meeting--

some decision regarding
Senator Robert Breeding?

Yes, sir. It was decided

that Vincent and Scoville
would go to Senator Breeding

and demand that he take action
against Koy.

I see.

And if he failed, was
there a contingency plan--

some plan to
be carried out

in case Scoville
and Vincent failed?

Yes, sir.

What was it?

Dr. Frederickson.

To kill him.

The witness will be
returned to custody.

Dr. Stanley Frederickson,
we've never heard of him.

He testified

that you planned
Breeding's murder

at a meeting
a month ago.

Where is he now?

They're holding him
in protective custody.

He named you, Scoville,
and five others.

They've known about this
all along.

This was a setup.

Kill Breeding, blame it on us
and get rid of us for good.

Problems.

What?

While she's here?

I want her
to hear it.

The papers we took from Koy's
safe are in a multiple series.

They're top secret code.

We broke through the first
layer, the easiest one.

I want her to hear this.

They're planning
a general assault.

Wait a minute.

Does it say
that specifically?

No. That and the time
and the place

and the method are buried
in the other layers.

We've got to find a way
to crack them.

How did you draw
your conclusions?

We learned
some months ago

that they tip
a general assault

by withdrawing
their key men
from the field.

They've begun to do that.

The stuff we broke consists of
orders for a general pullback.

They've ended their
reconnaissance, David.

They're going to make
an all-out attack.

How soon?

We don't know yet

and we don't know how
they're going to do it.

That's why they
killed Breeding--

to frame us now.

We've got to stay free
to break the rest of this code.

Is there anyone who can stop
this indictment?

Evening, Mr. Hatcher.

George, I'm sorry
to have to break this up,

but Miss Seeley belongs
to me tonight.

Professionally?

Of course.

Let's see, George.

How good's your memory?

Daiquiri for
Miss Seeley,

bourbon on the
rocks for you.

Very good.

We need you
in our state department.

(pedal-steel guitar
playing Polynesian melody)

Take your coat?

Thank you.

George.

Well...

Well, Andy, how
long has it been?

Much too long.

You're just saying that

'cause I look
so sexy tonight.

Indeed, you do.

Whose, uh, whose turn is it?

Let's see now.

Last time was
about three years ago.

Yeah.

In the words of that old song,

"What happened to us?"

I lost you
to the American public.

You became a great man,
guardian of the public weal,

to whom, in his honorable cause,
all misdeeds were permitted.

And you?

Me? I became 30 years old

and I decided it was time
to find a permanent mate.

But you didn't.

That's true.

After you, it was
a little bit difficult.

Then, uh...

I couldn't have been all bad.

You were, but you
spoiled me anyway.

Would you like to come back
to my place?

To a house full
of hidden tape recorders

and the ghosts
of political victims?

Uh-uh.

I have a new place.

We might be comfortable there.

So I said to him,

"No... it only hurts
when I stand up."

Oh, uh, dear,
unexpected guests.

Forgive me, Andy.

It's all part of the game.

But I can't help you, gentlemen.

I suggest you get an attorney.

There's no time for that.

Mr. Scoville,
you may have the idea--

possibly reinforced
by what Miss Seeley told you--

that I have some dictatorial
authority in this case.

Well, I don't.

I don't like having to prosecute

a man of your
stature and reputation,

but I'm charged by law
with doing so.

You're charged by law
with finding the truth.

Not in our system.

Judges and juries
find the truth.

My job is to make a case

and it's your lawyer's job
to make a better one

if he can.

A prosecutor makes
his reputation in court.

Now, if he were to suddenly

send Mr. Breeding's murderers
to prison...

if he were to break a conspiracy
or two along the way

it wouldn't hurt

your political career
at all, would it?

Is there something wrong
with that?

Only that you haven't
found a conspiracy

nor the murderers.

Invaders from outer space?

Yes.
Well, you'll have
your chance to prove it.

Now, Mr. Hatcher...

if, uh, we prove it
to you now, here,

will you listen to us?

Go ahead.

And if we convince you
of the danger,

will you kill the indictment?

I'll, uh, listen
to what you have to say.

We took these from
Arthur Koy's safe.

They're copies of
orders, in code.

We broke the code--

enough to find out
that there is an alien
assault about to begin.

What happened to Koy?

I had to kill him.

You won't find a body.

He was an alien; he incinerated.

They're about to destroy
the world.

It could happen tomorrow;
it could happen

before you leave
this room.

We can break the
rest of the code

if you'll give
us enough time

so please, in God's name

help us stop them.

All right.

And what about
the grand jury?

They're not due back
till tomorrow afternoon.

I'll reconvene them
in the morning

and... I'll withdraw
the charge.

Andy...

uh... thank you.

Good night, Joan.

Praise God.

Well, we may have
bought ourselves
a little time,

but we still have
to break that code--

if it's not too late.

Hello, John?

It's Andy.

Well, we have them solid now.

Murder...

and conspiracy
to commit the murder

of Arthur Koy.

Well, I'll tell you how.

Send the lab out to Koy's house.

Vincent's fingerprints will be
all over the living room.

Draft a new indictment

and have those warrants
ready to serve.

I want them all in custody
by tomorrow noon.

"On the charges of murder
and conspiracy to commit murder

"the grand jury declares
that the following

"be brought into custody

"and bound over for trial:
David Vincent,

"Edgar Scoville, James Bolin,

"Anne Lampierre,

"Bonita Morrow,
Alexander Goldman,

John Merritt."

Let's get moving.

I'll get out the
arrest warrants.

Well, what's
the rest of it?

That's as far
as we can get.

This machine's all right
for simple codes,

but it can't
handle this.

You'd better
tell the others.

I already have.

How much time is there?

I don't know.
I can't tell
from that.

Are you sure
this isn't a phony?

I'm sure. They've learned how to
control the ultrasound weapon.

It matches what our own people
have been pointing toward--

a highly sensitive
transmission device

working on
an undetectable band,

activated simultaneously
from three different points

with the ability to kill
every living creature on Earth

instantly, without pain,
without sound,

without destruction
of anything but... life.

If we can destroy
those transmission
centers--

any one of them--

we can break
the circuit.

But we have
to find them first.

Right now,
we're at point zero.

(knock at door)

Forgive me.

I had to come.

What is it?

The grand jury is in.

They've returned an indictment.

Hatcher is issuing warrants
for your arrest.

I thought he was
going to stop it.

He never
intended to.

He went back to
the grand jury
this morning

and he just tacked on
your confession
of last night--

murder, conspiracy
to commit murder.

I'm sorry, David.

Oh, this is just great.

The aliens have a weapon

that can destroy
the whole world.

We'll all die if
they're not stopped.

Doesn't Hatcher
understand that?

He doesn't believe you!

We can't depend
on anyone but ourselves now.

We have to find out when
they plan to launch the attack,

where those transmitters are.

We have to break
the rest of the code.

Look, with this machine,
it may not be possible.

There are
too many combinations.

What about the new computer--
would that help?

It might.

All right.

You and David
go there.

It's 20 miles
north of here

at the new
research facility.

It isn't opened yet,
so nobody'll bother you.

I'll try to reach
the others.

We'll stay in contact
through the warfield line.

The police will be
looking for you.

I know that.

You're going to have
to get into this.

Step behind the hedge.

Mr. Scoville?

Edgar Scoville?

Halt!

Some day, a lot of people
are going to find out

the most important fact
about you.

Oh? What's that?

You can't be trusted--
about anything.

You are a liar and a cheat.

That should make
good reading in the Times.

Oh... it will.

And it won't hurt your
career any, will it?

Is that what you think
this is all about--

we stand here
and trade insults

while the world
is coming to an end?

Why?

Because your little squad
of believers says so?

You've been brainwashed.

I saw them!

You think you've seen them.

Andy, I saw Koy shot
and burn up

and turn into ashes
in about one second flat.

I don't believe you.

Tell me something, Andy.

What if you're wrong?

Are you crazy?

Are you?

You were at the
grand jury hearing.

You heard the testimony.

That was a frame-up.

Okay, you're
a reporter.

I'm going to give you
a chance to work at it.

Tell Barrows we're
coming right down.

Come on.

Where are we going?

To meet a believer.

I hope these computers
give us a few answers.

They will, they will.

Barrows?

Where's Frederickson?

The bathroom.

You want us
to speed him up?

No, finish your hand.

Maybe you better
get him out of there.

Dr. Frederickson?

Dr. Frederickson?

Get somebody
up on the roof.

Cordon off the area.

Andy...

you're not
going to find him.

Ashes.

Sound familiar?

He guessed why
you were coming.

Time is running out, Andy.

Call off the hunt.

Merritt and Morrow
tried to crash a roadblock

outside of Philadelphia.

Merritt's in the jug.

They killed Morrow.

Tell them, Andy.

Tell them
to call it off.

Tell them the truth.

Andy, you have got
to tell them the truth.

What truth?

You saw the ashes.

It was a trick.

He escaped.

It was just another trick.

You can't think
about your career

because you won't have a career.

They are going to
destroy the whole world.

Andy, in the name of heaven!

You, uh...
hear about Merritt and Morrow?

Yeah.

There's more.

Bolin and Vincent

were sighted heading north
on Alternate Route 7--

the Meridian-Harpersburg
bypass.

That's all seven of them.

I'd like your authority to send
the state police into the area.

You have it.

Ready?

Ready.

Replace line "A," series "B"
with second parallel overlay.

Now cross out AB-6 through CD-4.

CD what?

CD-4.

All right.

Now read it back.

(sighs)

"General withdrawal

"will commence at 0600 hours,
March 15,

and end 1200 hours, March 20.

"Control One
will assume command
of Red-Eye Facility.

"Control Two will retain command
of the Triangle Facility.

"Control Three
will assume command

of the central transmitter
at Regency Nine."

Regency Nine...

let me see...

Regency Nine
is the Wyndham Hotel.

They have the transmitter
in the Wyndham Hotel

right here in town.

Read the rest of it.

"Attack will commence
2200 hours, March 22."

That's tonight.

Five hours from now.

David, the police--

they're on their way
up here.

I couldn't stop Hatcher.

Let's go.
No, wait.

Listen, let me take your car

and then they'll follow me.

Yeah, that's good.

All right,
be careful.

(tires screeching)

Oh, my God...

Come on.

Come on!

Hello, Andy.

Hello, Joan.

I never did apologize

for playing that trick
on you at the house.

There's... no need to apologize.

I... I deserved it.

No, Andy.

You deserve better,

but I'm afraid...

it's too late now.

Joan...

it isn't late at all.

Listen... we're going to start
all over from the beginning

and do right it this time.

You know...

you're the only man
that ever meant anything to me

and yet it seems
that we did nothing but fight.

I guess, maybe,
it's what we both needed.

People are funny, you know?

But it's too late.

The morning will be here soon.

I wonder if you could look
at it for me.

Joan...

you'll see it for yourself.

I always liked your confidence,
Andy.

Please don't feel bad.

It doesn't matter
anymore, because there's

not much time
left for anybody.

It isn't true, Joan.

Yes, it is, Andy.

You know it is.

You knew it
when you saw the ashes.

You knew it...

and you couldn't act.

You were hoping that it
would all prove to be untrue

like a nightmare.

But you and I saw it,
didn't we, Andy?

Help you, gentlemen?

Yeah, the phone company.

We want to check
your wire box.

The lines been crossing
the residential lines

in the neighborhood.

That's news to me.

Who did we talk to?

Uh, Haskins, right?

Mr. Haskins.
Want to talk to him?

Haskins went off duty
half an hour ago.

Where am I going to find him?

Well, I don't much care.

Uh, I don't own stock
in the place.

You want to collect yourselves
tomorrow, call us back, huh?

Uh, wait a minute.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

Can I help you, fellas?

DAVID:
Telephone company.

Well, the phone box
is out in the back.

This is the generator plant.

What's that?

Oh, this is just
an instrument used

to measure the free
electrical impulses

radiating from
the phone lines.

You've got quite
a problem here.

Yeah? Well, how come I never
heard of that problem

when I worked
for the phone company?

The high voltage in there--

it's interfering
with the meters.

Last stage.

It's on automatic now.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

Tell Hatcher...

I'll wait for him in hell.

(high-pitched humming)

She's dead.

(sighs)

She did what
she had to do.

I did, too.

You can see that.

Sure, I can see that.

Put a few people in prison,

a few more in hospitals
and a few more in cemeteries.

But you didn't know.

There's no way of knowing

if you were wrong
or if you were right.

I'm sorry. I just...

There's no time for that.

What can I do?

You can help us.

They'll try to rebuild
that transmitter.

You can give us your help.

All right.

I'll do what I can.

NARRATOR:
And now, Andrew M. Hatcher
joins David Vincent

in his struggle
against the invaders.

Edgar Scoville will recover
from his wounds

and these three will be
in the vanguard,

leading the fight
against the aliens from space--

invaders who must be stopped.