The Invaders

Can't figure it... no record of the flight or the plane

not a trace of a body anywhere.

Nobody could walk away

from a crash like that, that's for sure.

What do you think of this?

What is it?

I don't know... it's like nothing I've ever seen before.

Found it in the cockpit.

It's practically weightless.

Better get it to Sperrick. That's a lab in Eastgate.

They'll know what it is.

Right.

Hey! How come the roadblock?

Hey, come on, you guys, what's the gag?

You two new on the job or what?

Now-now listen...

Look, I'm the regular man on this route, honest.

Just ask any...

Leo... you hit?

Hijackers... Two of them.

Where'd they go?

I-I got... one of them.

He started to glow.

He burned... up.

Burned up?

I swear... I-I swear.

All right, get the ambulance.

I swear. All right. All right.

I swear.

He burned up.

He burned up.

I swear...

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:

James Whitmore...

William Tallman...

Milton Selzer.. .

and special guest star, Susan Strasberg .

A small private plane crashes ,

leaving no trace of its victims .

A mail truck is attacked, 2 security guards killed ,

a killer disappears in a burst of flame

News items too incredible to be taken seriously

except by one man .

David Vincent's only possible conclusion :

The killers had been aliens, and for reasons of their own ,

might even be attending their victim's funeral .

Unto almighty God,-

-we commend the soul of our brother departed-

-and we commit his body to the ground-

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes-

dust to dust...-

-in sure and certain hope of the resurrection,-

-unto eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ,-

-at whose coming in glorious majesty to judge the world,-

-the earth and the sea shall give up their dead-

-and the corruptible bodies of those-

who sleep in him-

-shall be changed and made like unto his own glorious body-

-according to the mighty working whereby he is able-

to subdue all things-

unto himself-

May God rest his soul.-

Isn't that the fellow

that was at the hospital the day Leo died?

Yeah.

Wonder who he is.

I don't know.

Maybe he's a friend of the family.

No. I asked them.

They don't even know his name.

The name's Vincent, David Vincent.

I'd like to see Mr. Richards.

Do you have an appointment?

Uh, I'm afraid not.

Sorry. Mr. Richards don't see anybody without an appointment.

Well, tell him I have information about

that attack on the mail truck.

Shall we continue this

in Miss Oberly's office, Mr. Vincent?

Miss Oberly, will you excuse us, please?

Of course.

Sit down.

No, thank you.

All right.

Now, just what is your interest in this, Mr. Vincent?

Does it matter, if I can help?

Yes, it does, Mr. Vincent.

The men who were killed weren't just numbers to me.

I know their families.

I've visited their homes.

I was at Leo Rinaldi's daughter's wedding

and I was at his funeral...

and I want his killers.

It does matter, Mr. Vincent.

It matters a lot.

Now, who are you, and exactly what do you know?

Well, I don't know; I only suspect .

The people at the newspaper office told me

that there was a cylinder on that truck...

A strange, weightless cylinder.

There were also a number of items of great value.

But not of value to the people who hijacked that truck.

Now, I can't prove it, but for reasons of my own

I believe they were after only one thing on that truck...

The cylinder.

Now, may I please see it?

Please.

Miss Oberly, will you show

Mr. Vincent that cylinder?

It's all right.

I'll tell you, if Leo Rinaldi hadn't meant so much to me,

I think I would throw you out of here on your ear.

Have you found anything out about this...

Where it's from, what it's made of?

Well, I've tried to get to it a couple of times, but...

uh, we've been very busy

working on some government contracts here.

Mr. Richards,

two men have already been killed

because of this cylinder.

Now, I can't begin to guess what it is or why it's so important.

The people responsible for those two killings

won't stop at just two.

If necessary, they'll blow up this entire plant

to get this cylinder.

Believe me, I know them; they'll do it.

But why would anyone want something like this?

Let's ask them.

I'm suggesting we set a trap.

Let them try to take the cylinder again and catch them.

How long would it take you to make a duplicate of this?

A couple of hours.

Okay. Go ahead with it.

Now, if the police go along with this,

we'll ship the phony cylinder to our Cleveland plant

and give out a release to the papers.

Lieutenant Farley, this is David Vincent.

Glad to meet you.

Well, don't be. I'm the guy who argued

with the police commissioner

for an hour and a half about this.

Here she is.

I'm sorry to be late with this.

It was just sitting in my office.

I thought it had been sent to you.

Well, I guess we're all set, Lieutenant.

Straight to the airport, Harry.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Farley will follow us a short way behind.

He's got men posted along the way.

If anything unusual happens...

uh, well, I'll tell you while we drive, huh?

Well, they'll never have a better chance.

Well, they may make their move at the other end.

Cleveland.

Sure, Vincent.

Tell me all about it.

Hello.

Hello. Is there any news from Cleveland?

I don't know yet.

I'm going in to see Richards.

I understand he's in your office.

Well, congratulations, Vincent.

You made all of us look a little sick.

That phony cylinder's in Cleveland

safe and sound... nobody even looked twice at it.

Your enemy agents must have stepped off on the wrong planet.

I spent the afternoon running a check on you.

I've got the whole package... The police reports

the medical reports, the works.

Medical reports?

He's a full-time dedicated crackpot.

Well, this isn't the first time

he's had people running around in circles

because of his paranoid delusions.

He specializes in false alarms.

He sees invaders from outer space under every rock.

Delusions don't commit murders.

I'm sorry, Vincent.

Wait just a minute, Mr. Richards.

Let me explain this.

We're not interested in your explanations, Vincent.

Good-bye.