The Invaders

Agh...

Uff..

You are okay? Ah..!!

My leg...

I think it's broken

Wait, John. Don't move.

D-Don't move.

I'll get around the other side and help you.

Bill...

Bill, did you see?

Get some help, will ya?

But he just burned up.

Get going. There's a gas station right down the road a ways.

No, I don't, I don't want to leave you here.

Hey, look, I'll be all right.

Get going...

Please

THE INVADERS-

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've taken human form .

Somehow, he must convince a disbelieving world

that the nightmare has already begun .

The guest stars in tonight's story:

Linden Chiles.. .

Julie Sommars...

Edward Asner...

and special guest star: Burgess Meredith .

An accident on a deserted highway.

A honeymoon couple that dies by suffocation

in the open air

A chemical truck traced

to a company that doesn't exist .

Strange circumstances

for which David Vincent can find one answer .

Somehow, some way

alien beings from another world must be involved .

Hi. Having any trouble?

No. Thanks anyway.

It is a tragic fact that hatred and war

have become influential factors in our national economy.

And if the present trend continues,

we may soon discover that our enemies

are more valuable than our friends.

And so, until tomorrow,

this is Theodore Booth saying good night.

Nice show, Mr. B.

Thank you, Ann. Will you tell Phi... Never mind.

Phil, thank you, one and all

and never mind playing back the tape.

I'll catch it on the air tonight, maybe.

Will you call the press club

and confirm that luncheon tomorrow

with the undersecretary?

-Yes, sir. -Hello, boss!

Great material, Ted. I hope you write a column on it.

Ha, ha! You're a little late.

I've already written it.

Don't you read your own newspapers?

Just the circulation reports

and, frankly, they're rather depressing.

Are you trying to tell me something?

I got a call from David Vincent this morning.

Remember him?

Ha! Yes. Chicken Little.

Running around claiming the sky was falling in.

Don't underestimate him, Ted.

A few months ago, he almost had you convinced.

That man is a psycho.

I warned him about bothering us.

Until he could prove his stories.

Well, he claims he has proof.

You believe him?

It's worth investigating. A story of that magnitude.

Well, send one of your staff men.

I seem to recall a quotation from one of your columns...

One of your early columns...

"When a newsman stops chasing women, he's old.

When he stops chasing headlines, he's dead."

Unquote.

Wait a minute. I won't be long.

Thank you for coming.

I haven't got much time.

All right.

Do you remember reading this?

What about it?

Well, their car hit a truck carrying chemical supplies.

Yeah?

The truck driver disappeared.

The couple suffocated in open air.

And you claim that your invaders are responsible for this?

I have proof of it inside.

Safe deposit.

Have you told the police?

I tried them and the FBI.

Even the CIA.

The earliest I can get

to anyone in authority is tomorrow.

By then, my proof may have disappeared.

"Disappeared"?

What kind of proof is that?

That's what they've been asking.

Let's take a look at it.

Thank you.

Well, do you...?

Do you want to explain to me what that is?

Whatever it is, it does something to the air.

The foliage around the accident site where I found it

was withered and dead.

And it seems to shrink when it's exposed to the air.

Ah.

That looks like a piece of costume... jew...

jewelry.

You asthmatic?

Do you always have trouble breathing?

Have you... have you had that analyzed?

Not yet.

All right.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

Now, I...

Is it all right to touch this?

Well, I have. Nothing's happened to me.

As long as you keep it airtight.

All right. Now, I'm on my way to the press club

and I'll take it to a lab

and have it analyzed.

I have to warn you.

Carrying this thing could put your life in danger.

Don't worry.

I don't intend to aggravate my asthma

and I will warn the lab technicians

to use oxygen masks.

What if it checks out?

"If it checks out"?

I will use my columns,

I'll use my TV programs as a soapbox

if it checks out .

There's one question I'd like to ask you.

How do I recognize these, uh... "creatures" of yours?

They look just like us. -Uh-huh.

Some of them have an awkwardness about their hand.

A mutated fourth finger.

I have to warn you again.

They may know we have this crystal.

If they know you're carrying it,

there's no telling what they'll do.

Your paranoia is showing again, son.

Call me tonight about 7:00.

I should have a lab report by then.

Listen, I-I meant what I said.

You've got to be careful.

All right.

Mr. Booth...

I've only got 20 minutes before my appointment.

That cab driver. Is he the same one who brought you?

Why, of course.

I'm not so sure.

Listen, boy, you relax, will you?

You'd better relax.

That was an alien weapon he had.

Now, look, you've got to call McMullen right away.

Tell him you're going to start a series of articles

exposing the existence of alien beings here on earth.

Well, don't push me.

How do I know this isn't some sort of a setup?

Some gimmick to convince me?

Once you announce your plans, they won't touch you.

It'll draw too much attention to the story.

All right. I'll call McMullen.

Mr. Vincent.

I hope you'll change your mind about this project.

My regards to your brother, Mr. Vincent...

to his charming wife.

Grace?

In here!

Hey.

How's your son?

Oh, boy, is he asserting himself.

Another month, I'll need long-handled brushes.

Aren't you home early?

Mm-hmm. Hard day at the office.

One ingrown toenail and one sore throat.

I'm probably the only doctor in town that's read

all the magazines in his waiting room.

Bob, that's probably David.

David? Oh, that's... -He called this morning.

He said he was driving out to see us.

What do you suppose he wants?

Bob, please. No...